All Chapters of Mommy Is Dating A Billionaire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ripley’s pov “You can either tell me why you’re in such a shit mood or get out of my house and go for a walk, because I’m not doing this.” I told Cas. How did we get here? Yesterday was perfect. I had woken up to Cas’ playing with my nipples, spooning me while his erection was poking in my back. My core was sore, but I didn’t care. I wanted Cas as badly as he wanted me, and sex fest wasn’t over yet. We spent yesterday in our room, ordering room service, and walking around mostly naked. We had sex in every room, in every position, until it was time to go home and get back to reality. Even this morning, things were fine. I once again woke up with Cas’ erection against my back, but this time two little girls were jumping up and down next to our bed, so Cas Junior had to wait a bit longer. We had eaten breakfast together; I had made Cas some coffee to go, and he gave me a kiss when he left. I knew he was busy, but I still sent him some texts and pictures to keep him up to date. Als

Malachi’s pov Exactly what I expected. A princess, a brat. Beautiful, but deadly, just like her father. I don’t know if anyone bought those crocodile tears she spilled on TV, but I sure didn’t. There’s no way it took her almost thirty years to figure out her “daddy” isn’t a good man. Look, I’m a teacher; doing research kind of comes with the job. So, of course, I did my research on Kennedy Bamford before taking this job. Officially, I’m an instructor, or assistant professor if you want to be fancy. I still need to get my postdoctoral degree before becoming an official professor and making the big bucks. So I do need the money… I mean, working as a postdoc doesn’t pay as much, especially when you’re the youngest one there. It takes time and experience to build a resume that’s worthy of a thick paycheck. But I don’t mind; I’m used to not having much, and I make it work. Telling me I look like a Starbucks barrista? What the hell, man? I look dope. I’m like one of the coolest teacher

Malachi’s pov“I’m done.” Aniyah said, placing her napkin over her plate.“You didn’t even eat half,” I replied, feeling confused.“No, I mean, I’m done with this,” she said, moving her finger between us. “You and me. I know it’s only been a few days, but what happened to the laid back guy I met a few weeks ago? Was that an act?”“No, it’s not an act. What are you talking about?” It’s not like I was invested in this relationship, but I thought we had a good thing going.She shook her head, rolling her eyes at me, before speaking. “Remember last time when I vented to you about my colleague? Remember what you said? Hating someone gives them power. I thought it was so wise. And now.. Here you go, talking about some girl for our entire date. Someone you clearly hate yet can’t seem to leave out of your mouth long enough to actually eat.”“I didn’t talk about her that much.” Did I? I mean, Kennedy was really annoying today, so of course I needed to vent a bit. Who wouldn’t?Aniyah laughed dr

Malachi’s povAs soon as we stepped into the office of whatever designer Kennedy had a meeting with, she switched personas.From the outside, the building looked old and run-down. We walked through a long hallway, the paint peeling from the walls, until we reached a large door.It opened into a large, open space. There was natural light coming in from windows in the ceiling and large windows, looking out on the busy street. There were clothes racks everywhere, vision boards, and desks with people busy drawing. It was a beautiful office, totally hidden by the ugliness of the outside of the building.Kennedy was the opposite of this building. She’s beautiful, but her ugliness is hidden deep within.“Alain! How good to see you again!” Kennedy started giving three air kisses to the very flamboyant man in front of us.He smiled at her and grabbed her hand to spin her around, “Oui, Kennedy.” He said it with a thick French accent. “You are as beautiful as ever, but um, this, “ he stared looki

Malachi’s povI knew as soon as the words left my mouth that I had gone too far.Kennedy tried to push past me, but I stayed in place. “I’m sorry.”She swallowed and bit her lip, looking away. “I’ve heard worse. Now leave, so I can finish off what you clearly don’t want to help me with.”I took a step to the side, “I took things too far. I’m sorry, Kennedy.”She shook her head, “whatever.”I knew that I had hurt her. I could see it on her face. I’m not sure what it is, but somehow I can see through all her lies and tricks.Even if I had the right to be angry or annoyed, I am not one to lash out like I just did. I don’t go for the kill. I never try to win an argument by being hurtful, and I just did.Shit. I messed up big time.I paced the small hallway, thinking of a way to fix it. She wouldn’t accept an apology, that I am sure of. But how else could I show this woman who got under my skin so much that I didn’t mean it?When Julius began to speak, I knew Kennedy wasn’t listening. She g