All Chapters of Hating the Billionaire Heir: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I’m not more than ten steps outside Roman’s room when I finally have to conclude that I’ve gotten lost. The house is so huge, literally the biggest building I’ve ever been in, most intimidating too. I keep walking, hoping I can find my way around to wherever Roman is but the more I walk the more lost I get. I’m too stubborn to admit and ask for help besides I don’t want to have to shout his name for help like some damsel in distress. I round a corner and bump into something hard which causes me to trip backwards. I nearly fall on my butt but someone grasps my arm and pulls me forward and I end up having my body pressed to a hard male chest. I look up and see three boys staring at me. The intimidating sight nearly makes me trip once more but I pull myself together. Holding me pressed to his chest is the boy I have spent minutes searching for and behind him is his cousin Damon and another guy I haven’t formally met, although I know his name is Elijah, having be

Roman’s POV As I drive home after dropping Lindsey off I go over today. Today was… a lot. For all my talking about getting Lindsey in my room, I was a bit reluctant to have her in my house. My wealth has never embarrassed me before but I'm aware Lindsey is not one to be impressed by such, I fear it might even put her off. She is neither vain nor as easily impressed as most of the girls I'm used to. My mind drifts to our conversations of this evening. It was extremely entertaining for me. She gives as much as she gets and never takes shit from me. I like it. She said she would rather see the Great Walls of China or the Eiffel Tower. Oh, Cookie, how badly I want to make your wishes come to pass. I’m tempted to take her on a trip to see these monuments. The only thing stopping me is the fact that I doubt she’ll agree to come. She doesn’t completely trust me yet and I'm okay with that. We’ll get there. Baby steps. I park outside our gate for a moment to speak to Paul. He is our head

Roman’s POV Our coach is a bastard. Really, I'm not even trying to be insulting but he is. Our coach, Coach Mikel is a six feet three giant oaf, scary as hell to everyone but his nine year old daughter, Hailey. He has been working us so hard for hours, because we lost our last game, which we played against Everton High Wolves, one of our rivals. The punishment is making me reconsider joining the team in the first place. I love the sport and have over seven jerseys signed by the crème de la crème of the sport from legends like Michael Jordan to Lebron James. But most importantly, I love playing the sport as a way to exercise and pass off time, I rarely enjoy competitive basketball playing. You might then be wondering why I joined Rixon High Basketball team right? Well, I did it to piss off my dad. He considers playing sports a waste of time and never wanted any of us to even glance in that direction. He initially forbade Damon, Robyn and I from participating in school activiti

"She's not even going to deny it?" Cassie asks, this time her question is directed at Damon although she is still referring to me. Damon laughs in response with an ‘I told you’ look on his face. I roll my eyes at the both of them, before bringing out my phone to busy myself. As I unlock the device, I hear Cassie whisper to herself, "Billionaire babies" with an annoying giggle. Oh geez. The game finishes and Rixon High basketball team wins with a landslide. The roar that followed from both girls and guys shocks me. The game was a bit interesting but I still can't relate to this joy they have. But then again, I did spend most of the time watching Roman and not the match itself. Cassie and I stand up to leave the bleachers when Damon halts us by speaking, "You can't leave. Your boy asked me to tell you to wait for him" "He did?" I ask, confused. "Yep," Damon replies, then proceeds to show me his phone screen which has on it a text message from Roman. It reads, Roman: Tell my Cooki

By the time Case and Cassie drops me off at my house, I'm exhausted. I go inside, there's loud music coming out of Leo's room which likely means there’s a girl inside. Mom's bedroom is silent but that's no surprise because I know she's working a night shift today. I decide to shower and sleep but after showering I'm unable to fall asleep. I'm tired from the depletion of adrenaline rush from my fight with Whitney but I'm more mentally tired and Roman consumes my thought. For some reason I want to talk to him. I wonder if he's still at the restaurant, if he's having fun. Or maybe he's even with a girl... Maybe it's Whitney. Ugh, why am I thinking these stupid thoughts? I'm suddenly tempted to text him. I can't explain the urge or where it's coming from. After the events of today, the way he calmly talked to me, the way his hands felt as he held my face, his lips on my temple as he kissed my forehead, the memories go on and on in my head. What is