All Chapters of Bound By the Billionaire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“She still hasn’t messaged me, can you believe her?” “Have you thought of texting her?” His voice came through the speakers as I tried to navigate my way through the traffic. “Why would I?” I barked easking my foot off the gas.“Because you’re clearly upset about the distance”“I’m not upset, she should enjoy her time with her boyfriend” “Is that a problem?”“I didn’t say it was” I bit out, squeezing ghe steering wheel between my fingers. I wasn’t annoyed by the cute picture Hannah had posted about twenty minutes ago with Kyle behind her, his arm around her neck and her tongue sticking out. Whatever. “Okay”My eyes dropped to the map and the back up, and I took the next left as indicated. “I even tried talking to her this morning after class thinking she’d have calmed down by now, know what she did? Just walked away! Who does that? It wasn’t my fault that Heather is trying to get friendly with me, and I have done nothing to encourage that might I add”“Have you discouraged the ot

“I’ll take you to school today kitten” “Nooo” I whined. I had just stepped out of the house on my way to school. “You know I don’t like being driven” He gives me a look “You sure about that kitten?” the words are lowered. My belly clenched and I trapped a giggle between my teeth. “I don’t want you to get used to it or you’ll be asking me all the time” Since meeting him he's managed to convince me to get in the passenger seat and go along for a drive more times than I could count. “I wasn’t going to" He seemed to give that a second thought. "Okay that’s a lie” I laughed, we both knew it was a lie. “I thought you already left,” I say shifting my bag higher on my shoulder, he hadn't been present at breakfast so I imagined he had one of those early meetings as he did sometimes. "I was in my office" he clasped me free hand “Just this once, I want to be with you this morning” he nudged me forward with his briefcase case. Not sure why, but his words made me blush, there was ju

I shoved my test slip into my bag as I marched to the library, I knew I’d gotten a B having checked the uploaded grades on the student portal during the weekend but I returned for my answer slip so I could take note of the questions I got wrong. A B wasn’t too bad, this test made up ten percent of my grade, we had another and then to turn in some pending assignments to add up to thirty percent. And exams for sixty as Professor Edwards explained at the start of the semester, some professors followed the school style, others did their own thing. Either way I learned to get a head start in high school, a lot of students always felt they’d wait until exams to study and put in more effort. But that was like setting yourself up for failure. Or at least it didn’t work for me. A B was not off to a good start. I’ll need to put in more work in the future starting now. I walked around the desks to the far back and see the others were already seated at our usual table and nearly came to a stop

I poked around the noodles with my fork “Had another argument with Hannah, Sam and Kyle said they’d talk to her” I shrugged at the end. “I wished I knew exactly what was bugging her, I would have thought this was something we would laugh over maybe make fun of not fight about, don’t even know why we were fighting” I understood Heather being her nemesis but I have never given any reason to believe I’d go behind her back or shit like that. Her disbelief hurt, I won’t deny it. But I was trying to give her time to see the truth or get over it.“It could be that she is scared to lose you as a friend” I frowned, nah, I didn’t think so, “Then shouldn’t she be trying to make peace and stay friends instead of ignoring me?”He shrugged and we went back to our food, Ian eating perfectly with a pair of chopsticks, I wondered briefly why he hadn’t offered me chopsticks, I had tried a few times in the past but never seemed to get the hang of it. And forks worked well enough so...After eating

“What are you doing?” I asked facing the mirror in my room. Taking out the scarf I weaved through my hair, in my bent position, I gave my hair a tussle and tossed it over my shoulder, shaking out the waves. Thanks to my time at the spa two days ago my hair didn’t need a lot of work and would be easy to style for the rest of the week, I was determined to milk every last second of it hence why I slept with my hair in a protective style. “I am enjoying the sight of you grooming?” Ian said he’d been sitting on my bed when I left the bathroom after my shower. I laughed, “So... interesting” “Very” I had some time this morning and I wasn’t in a hurry, so scooped some rose-scented oil and ran it through my strands before going all over with some hairspray. I looked at him through the mirror and noted he hadn't so much as moved an inch, dressed in black suit pants and a white shirt, he is leaned back on one hand, his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. His posture relax