All Chapters of TRAPPED IN THE BILLIONAIRE’s BARGAIN: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"You may come in." Amy watched as Mr. Patrick entered her office. "Ma'am, you called for me," he said. He looked, if Amy was to be frank, quite disheveled and sad. It looked like he'd grown another thirty years since she last saw him. He looked unhealthy. "Have a seat Mr. Patrick." He seemed reluctant but took the seat nonetheless.“ It has come to my notice that you've been absent for some few days without permission. And even if you did come to work, you were not your usual self. I've had the opportunity to review some of your works myself and I couldn't help but notice the mistakes in there. Those mistakes could cost the company,Mr. Patrick and I guess you know that. If our Head Accountant is slacking off in his work, it'd be at the company's expense. What do you have to say Mr. Patrick?" "I apologize Ma'am. I'm well aware that I'm slacking off. I promise to take any punishment served. Please don't dismiss me Ma'am. I need it. Please Ma'am" Mr. Patrick pleaded. The man was on the b

Amy sat opposite Reynolds on the private jet which belonged to the Bennet family. Reynolds was immersed in whatever he was doing on his tablet that he had not even spared her a glance ever since they got on the plane. Unlike him, Amy did not know what to do to keep her busy. Her phone had died so she had put it on charge. She didn't like to use it whiles it charged. She had read somewhere that it was unhealthy. Her mind suddenly wandered to how they would spend the night. Though to both of them this marriage was just a mere contract, would he ask that she performed her wifely duties? She shook her head at that. Reynolds wasn't that kind of man. She could tell that much. But would they have to sleep on the same bed because that would be very uncomfortable for her. She had never shared a bed with anyone. She only hoped his father had booked a room with a separate bed. Maybe if she was lucky she would get a separate room. What was she thinking? His father would not book a separate roo

Amy did her best to hold in her laughter. The whole situation was hilarious. She had expected her day to be eventful but she hadn't expected it to begin the way it did. She just hoped Reynolds was not aggravated enough to back out from showing her around. "You sure must find that funny as she took a liking to you and not me." Reynolds said and that was when Amy realized she was grinning widely. So much for reigning her laughter in. "She definitely didn't like you," she giggled. The old woman definitely did not like him,given that she had taken her granddaughter's scolding better than she had Reynolds'. "We'll visit Parfumerie Fragonard first as that is closer. Shall we?" He asked. Amy noticed the impeccable way he pronounced the French words. "Yes, we shall." She was more than happy that the previous happenings had not made him change his mind about touring the place together. They walked for a short distance till they reached a building with 'Parfumerie Fragonard' written boldly on

Amy was hurt. Just when she thought things were going well between them,Reynolds had gone and abandoned her. It shouldn't be a biggie that he chose work over her right? But it did. Which made her aggravated. She was so annoyed that she could punch her pillow. She didn't understand why she was mad at him. He didn't owe her any responsibility. Given as their marriage was real just in name, gave him the freedom to do whatever he wanted so why was she bothered. She was stressed by overthinking things. This was one of the days she needed her sleeping mask. She remembered she had spotted one in her bag when she went through it. She got out of bed and went to the closet. She went through her side of the closet ignoring the fact that Reynolds' clothes were right beside hers. She looked through the drawers until she spotted her pink sleeping mask. She was thankful her mom had packed that even though she knew she rarely wore it to bed. She picked it up and ran her fingers on the silky smooth

Amy was walking past a couple of rooms until she came across one with its door ajar. Curiosity had her legs walking in forgetting she was to find the kitchen. The majestic piano in the center of the room was surely conspicuous. It was the only object in the white room. It was black and shiny. She might as well add inviting, as her fingers itched to play those delicate keys. It had been a while since she played. She stopped immediately and took a step towards it. Considering the fact that this was the only item in the room, it must hold some importance to the owner and what if he didn't want it touched. But then again the door had been left ajar. She went ahead to take the seat in front of the piano, clearing her mind of any more reasons why she shouldn't play the piano. Pianos were meant to be played after all. The moment her fingers touched the keys she went along to play the song 'perfect'. That had been the first song she had played on the piano the moment her music tutor h