All Chapters of All for the billionaire : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

A man speaks to Gregory and I take that as an opportunity to move away from him. The hors d'oeuvre was my target. Without minding who might be watching, I pulled the waitress serving as a waitress to the side, taking the tray from her, stuffing my face with the snacks till it's empty. I do not bother to wait for the waitress. I walk to the kitchen, returning the empty tray and washing my hand. Once I return every one seems to be engrossed in a conversation or playing a game. Rosie really thought of everything to make the party exciting. The few kids around are running around. Someone hugs me from behind. To whom it might be I know not. Everyone I know is chatting or playing a game. The hands of the perpetrator are slender, feminine, and the skin is soft and smooth. Not willing to torture myself by guessing who might be, I turn around to find a grinning Ariella. She is one person I didn't expect, I supposed she'd be in school. Like every person I had seen in a while I gave her a big

Handling a company is no easy feat but I have successfully achieved that and more. I own several flourishing companies. The only downside that I have experienced is the issue with the people causing pockets of disaster around my businesses. This success has been obtained from thorough investigation before any investment and pitching for the right things, innovating and upgrading both goods and services. My grandfather started the company, my father continued it, making it flourish, then he passed the company down to me when he felt it was time. I did not only make it expand, I was able to spring up other firms with it, my father always reminds me of how proud he is of my accomplishments. In retrospect if he didn't make the right decision the company wouldn't be here today, so I always remind him he fostered a huge part of the growth we are experiencing. It hurts me when some people try to run it down all we've worked for.A knock comes from the door, my secretary pushes the dark doors

“Spill” Rosie tries to keep a straight face at me. It's not working though. I wiggle my eyebrows at her to insinuate, something is going on. If anyone was to provide security for her I would like to think it would have been Gregory, and that would be because Rosie is family to me. Isaiah shouldn't be the one doing that except there's something underlying here. Which there is. Ivy's cries distract me from questioning Rosie any further, this is not the end of the topic. She has to tell me. I push my seat backward to step out in order to retrieve Ivy but the receptionist is here with a wailing Ivy and a distressed face. She obviously doesn't know what to do with a crying child. “Er.. I tried singing but it didn't work”. The receptionist tells me and Rosie giggles at her discomfort. “I think she needs something else, I'm sorry”. she continues.“This isn't anyway your fault Lily, she's just hungry. She gets cranky when she's hungry”. Lily the receptionist hands Ivy over to me. Now she h

Six a.m sharp my alarm rings drawing me out of slumberland. I feel exhausted due to the little sleep I got last night. Regardless of how my body feels I push out of bed and peer over Ivy. She is still asleep. I use this opportunity to get into the bathroom. My reflection on the mirror is horrible. My hair is like a bird's nest, my eyes are puffy and red from all the crying I did yesterday. With a heavy sigh I walk away from the mirror to take my bath. I decided to throw on a tight fitted jean and a comfortable Tee. Ivy isn't up when I leave the closet so I pack up our stuff as I wait for her to wake up.There's a knock on the door before I can respond Carolina calls out to me “ma'am Denise are you up”. Definitely an improvement from just Ma'am to Mrs Williams. “Come in Carolina''. She walks in with her pristine black and white work clothes, her hair is pulled in a low bun as always.“Morning ma'am” an…d she's back to ma'am.“Morning Carolina, I thought we had an improvement”. As I sa

We close by five pm everyday at the studio, I usually stay up till six or seven when I was single and without a child. Now as soon as the time hits five I begin to clear out my table.“Denise?” It sounds more like a question. I raise my head to Lily. She is without Ivy. “Erhm.. Your husband is here”. She says. She is shy for reasons I do not know. I contorted my face not expecting that. “Erh- Thank you?” She's barely out when Gregory matches in with a sleeping Ivy in his arms. “Hey babe”. He walks over to me giving me a kiss on the cheek. Surely this is for show. “Hey” I whisper. Surely my colleagues will be listening to our conversation after the massive flowers he sent today. “Why are you here?” I continue to whisper.“Isn't it obvious? I came to pick you up, I dropped you off”. He also whispers, he wouldn't risk showing outsiders that we aren't a lovey dovey couple.He picks up my already packed bag stepping aside so I can walk in front of him just how a perfect gentle man would