All Chapters of Bilione Reasons Not To Date My Billionaire Ex: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

I go back to my room and throw myself onto the bed as I scream into my pillow. If only I had the courage to tell him how I feel about him. If only I knew there was a chance of him feeling the same. But I can't risk losing him as a friend, and I can't put in jeopardy the friendship he has with Sasha or the relationship between the two families for something that might not work out in the end.If only loving him wasn't this easy. But there is not one thing not to love about him. Adam is sweet, kind, smart, generous, responsible, and loyal... he's always ready to step in and help, just like he is doing right now. The fact that I won't be able to see him for days makes me so sad, that he isn't just casually gonna come bring some papers for Uncle Richard to sign, or that he won't play golf with Sasha or tennis with me while my mother asks him questions like "When are you going to bring us a girlfriend?". If only she knew how much I dread his answer. Some days I wonder how much longer I wil

"You are getting better at this. For a second there you almost won." Adam says as our horses slow down and we ride side by side after the little race. "But you could never beat the master." If only he knew I was actually letting him win because winning wouldn't feel as good as seeing him brag and laugh by my side. "You never know, maybe I will surprise you one day." With more than just winning a simple horse race."Thank you for this... for taking the time to help me take my mind off of things." As if there was any other place I'd rather be than right here with you. "It was really hard for me to bring this news to Uncle Richard. I feel like I failed him." One could see just how personally he was taking this and just how much this was eating at him. "Hey, dont say that. You didn't fail him, finding a person when we have no idea what she looks like or where she went isn't easy, especially not in a town like New York." "It just feels like every road takes me to a dead end. She changed

I try to shake off the hot coffee from my sleeve when I notice the woman who bumped into me dropped to the floor and was now crying. "Miss, are you alright?" It was a dumb question, it was obvious from her state that she was the further thing from being alright. I kneel and offer her my hand as she lifts her head and I meet a pair of eyes that seem all too familiar. "Miss, let me help you," I say as I help her to her feet and she looks down at the spilled coffee cups and my white shirt beneath my coat completely soaked."I'm so sorry, I didn't see you." She takes a cloth tissue out of her bag and tries to tap at my shirt to get some of the moisture out but to no use. "Dont worry about it, at least it wasn't hot." I lie as I offer her a smile but when I see her long face I realise it's probably not the right time for that. "Besides it seems like you have bigger worries." She nods her head and leaves the cloth tissue in my hand. "Again, I'm sorry. Please excuse me." She tries to lea

I try to breathe, to pull myself together... I can't go downstairs looking like a mess with red eyes, but the cold water does nothing but wash my mascara off. If only it had the same effect on the void growing inside my heart if only cold water could wash my sorrows away. One might say, "Be happy for him." but I am not that selfless, I take on the right to even hate him a little... hoping it would help take my feelings away. If only he wasn't such a good person."Alex, you have been in here for ages, just pick one painting already," Mom says as she barges into my room and I quickly close the bathroom door. "I'm in the bathroom. I'll be downstair in a second, I promise." I say as I press my body against the door frame. "Dont make me look bad in front of our guests." Yeah, I couldn't possibly want that. "Please hurry." She says and I wait until I hear the door close to let out a loud, exhausted breath of air that seemed to suffocate me. I look back at my reflection in the mirror and c

I didn't take long to figure out what I wanted to wear for tonight, there was no one I wanted nor needed to impress so it took all of the pressure off, at least for me. I liked this yellow dress and the design screen of Marilyn Monroe's flowy dress with a modern touch. "Are you sure you dont want change?" Mom asked while I was trying to put on my earrings. "How about that purple dress we got on our last shopping trip, it would look so lovely on you." "Mom, for the last time I'm not changing. Besides, that purple dress is not suitable for an event like the art exhibition." Now that dress being bodycon and fitted in just the right spots was screaming hot date, something this was not. I make sure that the hair clip stays secure on my head and grab my clutch bag. "Fine, but at least tell me... do you find him attractive?" My God, please no. But I know better than to think a prayer would work that fast. "Mom, please dont make this into something that it's not. This is not a date, nor do