All Chapters of The Billionaire Wants Me Badly: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Having fun, aren't we?" Elliot asks as soon as he places his warm hand against my clothed waist, pulling me closer. "Not anymore." I reply to him, holding his burning gaze. His smirk only widens at my reply, looking more sinister than playful. He takes my hand, twirling me around. Unlike the first time, I manage to twirl elegantly like others this time. Though I would love to give myself the credit, I know Elliot's strong composer and expertise is partially responsible. When I'm done with the spin, he brings me so close to his body that I can smell his rich cologne. He smells like sandalwood, fresh out of the forest. His smell hits my nostrils like a pleasant surprise. I had to physically stop myself from sniffing him. That's embarrassing, even more because I just got caught by Elliot. He flashes me a sweet smile. That's a first. "For someone who wants to call off this alliance, aren't you too obsessed with me?" Elliot teases me, moving his body in perfect rhythm against mine. Hi

I don't care about anything anymore, especially not about Amber's image after she lied to me and led me to believe I was in this with her. I tried calling her millions of times but each time the call didn't go through. She has turned off her phone, leaving me with no other choices but to suck it up and deal with it myself. And by dealing with it, I mean running away from the scene of the chaos. Alcohol. I hate this vice. I remember the first time I tried to drink this poisonous liquid when I was a high school senior. After one drink, I kept drinking and drinking until I vomited my gut out. But that wasn't the worst part. Being intoxicated by alcohol, I did something I wished I never did. I confessed my feelings to Ashton Coopers, the boy on whom I had a huge crush. When I was sober enough to attend school the next day, I became the laughing stock of school. From there onwards, school became a hell for me. Constant teasing and bullying became parts of my syllabus. My fault was to dream

“Can you believe it? He called me to come to his rescue instead of having some quality time with you.” Lailah shakes her head in disappointment after animatedly stating her blabbering. I sip on my tea made by Lailah which soothes my messed up head to some extent. Though her tea is out of the world and is comforting for my throbbing head, her constant rumbling erases all the positivity that it brings. I find myself nodding my head continuously as I listen to her. Before I know it, I zoom out of the conversation and lose myself in my thinking world. Apparently, it's Lailah who helped me out of my dress and into the pyjama set. Embarrassment makes its way towards me as I recall how I accused Elliot of doing something last night. “Are you even listening to me or am I speaking to myself?” Lailah asks, her lips pulled into a cute yet fake pout. Shaking my head, I place the cup of tea on the table, “I'm listening.” I say to her, guilt flashing in my eyes. “Sure you are.” She calls me out

“You should stay with him. I have some work with Lailah.” Leo suggests me before almost sprinting out of the door with Lailah leading his way. I sit there on the chair, turning my back towards Elliot. It's safe to say that he can sense my discomfort and dislike towards him. There is no news of Amber but still I can't digest the fact that her husband is sleeping with other women when he will be planning his wedding in a few days. How can someone be so senseless and unfaithful? My hatred towards him reaches a new record. “What are you doing here?” Elliot has the audacity to ask me that question. I turn back so fast that I'm surprised I didn't get whiplash. He looked bored and offended as if I were the one who talked out of line or did something totally unacceptable. “What do you think I'm doing?” I ask him back, taking a step forward. Maybe it's the adrenaline in my body which is making me so bold right now or maybe it's because I'm already tired of everything around me. Amber is g

“whose cat is it?” Elliot questions, narrowing his eyes at Milo. I panic as if I've been placed onto the hot seat. I schooled my features in front of the mirror a hundred times last night. I know what to say but I can't bring myself to be confident. I knew Elliot would ask this question. My Milo is a big cat. The small white spot near his head sets him apart from other cats. Elliot had played with Milo that day. Of course, he remembers Milo. “It belongs to a friend of mine. I'm pet sitting him for a few days while she is abroad.” I feel proud of myself for not being a stuttering mess and reply exactly what I taught myself. His eyes suspiciously linger on mine for a few seconds. Even if he wants to ask me further questions, he doesn't. That's good. I'm not in the mood to talk to him. I'm already tired. The past two days have been crazy and tiring. Dealing with all the paparazzies and media platforms wasn't easy. Dealing with a moody Elliot and his sexy smirking face wasn't definitel