บททั้งหมดของ Ditch the Ex and Date The Billionaire : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire.Chapter 101: .I giggled and propped my elbow up on the dinner table, balancing my chin in my hand as I held his gaze. He was smiling and shaking his head at me, mimicking my pose. Instead of leaning on his elbow, he rested both elbows on the table and cupped his face with his hands, looking at me from across the table."You look gorgeous in that dress, by the way, but what else is new, huh?" he winked and broke eye contact for a moment to admire the dress that perfectly hugged my figure. "I'm glad you wore it."I giggled again at that and twirled a small section of hair around my index finger, smiling down at my lap for a moment before looking back up at him. "I'm glad you wore that suit and tie. You should wear it more often because you clean up pretty well," I grinned and leaned forward slightly to whisper, "By the way, you're really pretty too.""Am I really pretty?" he joked, batting his lashes and letting his jaw hang slack with a smirk tha

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 103:.The sigh of relief that escapes my lips makes Archibald chuckle as we step inside. He watches with an amused grin as I bypass the living room and bedroom, heading straight for the bathroom. When my cheer echoes through the room, he shakes his head and drops my bag at the foot of the bed before walking over to join me.“Have I mentioned how much I love showers? Showers with water pressure and heat!” I breathe, leaning into Archibald’s embrace as his arms wrap loosely around my waist. “I’m not totally against what we did today, but honestly, if I had one complaint…”“I know, i know’,” he laughs, watching me nudge the glass door open. “We will never try that in a restaurant again.” “Exactly,” I hum, wiggling out of his embrace to grab my bag of toiletries and a change of clothes. He shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips as he watches me reach for his toiletries and clothes. “And you wouldn’t change your mind anything soon th

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 105:.Because Isabella is an idiot, she forgets exactly where she fell asleep last night by the time she wakes up the next morning, sees an unfamiliar bedroom, and proceeds to freak the fuck out.Well, she freaks the fuck out for maybe ninety seconds until she sees the edge of her cell phone peeking out of her pants pocket—her pants, which are still neatly folded on the bedside table. On Archibald’s bedside table. Archibald’s bedside table in his house where Isabella slept last night.Isabella takes advantage of waking up alone and makes the executive decision to bury her face in her palms and silently scream.It’s still early, and Isabella considers trying to catch some more sleep, except that there’s a post-it attached to the bedpost closest to her face with neat, tidy writing.Getting breakfast delivered—take your time cleaning up. Kitchen is down the hall to the left side of the living room. I’ll have some clothing in your size the ne

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 107:.Archibald makes sure she’s relaxed enough that when a second finger slides in next to the first, it doesn’t even hurt. It’s so far from hurting that Isabella finds herself muffling moans and contented little sighs into Archibald’s mouth, rocking her hips into the delicious pressure of those fingers fucking so carefully into her.“That’s lovely, sweetheart,” Archibald says, warm and pleased, “You take me so well; does it feel good?”“Yes,” Isabella breathes without a beat of hesitation and uncaring of how desperate or pathetic that sounds, “Fuck, it feels incredible.”“Good, good—I’m glad.” Archibald’s so infuriatingly composed that in any other situation, Isabella would want to fight her. As it is, fighting is the last thing on her mind, especially when her veins feel like they’re filled up with warm honey. Isabella can feel Archibald hardening underneath her and presses her weight down just a little bit extra for the friction and t

Ditch the Ex. Ditch the Billionaire .Chapter 109:.Archibald is demonstrative and attentive and very different from anyone else Isabella’s gone out with, and all he wants in return is for Isabella’s attention and company to be genuine? As if dating a gorgeous mountain of a man is any sort of hardship???And then, after all that, being paid for it?What the fuck.“I've gotta agree with the guy,” Dara comments, expression focused on running an emery board over Isabella’s fingernails to smooth them before she paints them. She’s already done hers in velvety matte black lacquer. “You are a fucking weirdo.”Isabella sputters in indignation, and she slaps the back of her knuckles with the board to hold her hands still.“Hey!”“Oh, button it up, pookie,” she replies. “If the shoe fits.”The shoe does fit. The shoe fits so fucking well because apparently something about Isabella’s awkward, terrible personality really does it for Archibald, because he’s yet to stop returning Isabella’s text