All Chapters of Loving The Man I Wanted To Hate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Becky's POV I wanted to take Anna sightseeing, but she insisted on going immediately to Brenda’s house. So Larry drove us there. The maid let us in. Brenda and Chris were in the living room. She was sitting in an armed chair, Chris was standing by the window.They greeted us warmly as we came in.“Brenda sweetheart, how are you?” Anna asked.“Fine dear. You look beautiful Anna, did you just get your hair done?” She asked, admiring Anna’s hairdo.“Yes. Rebecca and I are just coming from the salon. I wished you had been there.” “So do I,” Brenda said. “You should have told me.”“But I did, didn’t Chris tell you?”“Sure I did, you must have forgotten, Brenda.” Chris was smiling, but his eyes weren’t friendly.“Silly me,” she giggled nervously, “he did tell me. I will go with you next time. I do miss going out, I hardly go anywhere.”Chris cleared his throat and I noticed Brenda flinch.What is going on? I wondered.I also noticed she was wearing a long sleeved sweater, despite the heat

Becky’s POV “Don’t mind that silly girl dear,” Anna said, as I wheeled her into the elevator.We had finished lunch, and I was taking her upstairs for her siesta. Phillip, Frank, and Celine had left.“She is so mean and rude I don’t know what Phillip sees in her.” Anna fumed.“It is okay Anna, I don’t mind. Tell me about the charity event. When is it holding?” I asked “It is on Saturday, 9 pm. Sandra Martins is this month's host.”“I have heard of her. She owns a lot of luxury clothing stores. My friend Jenny is her niece.”“Phillip is this month's gentleman of the ball, so I, as his partner, will be the lady of the ball.” She laughed.“Gentleman of the ball?”“Yes. At every ball, the young people elect the most beautiful woman or the most handsome man, to be the lady or gentleman of the ball. The person gets to make an opening speech at the next ball and gets money donated to their favorite charity. Phillip was elected at the last ball. A new one will be elected on Saturday. It is

Becky’s POV “Me?” I asked Anna, shocked at what she had said.“Yes you. You would make a beautiful lady,” she said.“I... I... I can’t go with Rebecca, Gran.” Phillip stammered.“Why not?" Anna asked.“She is going with Frank.”“Are you?” Anna looked in my direction and asked.“I was Anna, but I canceled it to stay with you. I can’t leave you,” I told her.“Nonsense. I will be fine. I am just tired, not dying. If you have canceled it with Frank, then you are free, right?” She asked me.“Yes but-““And if she is free you can go with her, right?” She asked Phillip.“Well, yes, but-““Good. So go get dressed, Rebecca, go on. Don’t keep Phillip waiting,” Anna said.“Are you sure, Gran?" Philip asked Anna. "I think she should stay with you. I can find someone else,” he completed.“And I think both of you should stop wasting time and get going. You two are perfect for each other. Now, stop arguing and get ready.” She told us, insisting.“Okay, Miss Richards, get dressed, let’s go,” Phillip

Becky’s POV I sat on my bed for a long time, asking myself what had just happened. Had Phillip really kissed me? Or was it my imagination again? I touched my lips, and smiled. I could still feel his kiss. It was real, alright.I took a shower and dressed for bed. I didn’t close my eyes till nearly midnight. I was thinking about his kiss. When I did fall asleep, I dreamed I was making love to Phillip. I woke up to the sunlight streaming in and wetness between my legs.I sighed. "The kiss was a mistake. He was probably drunk, so stop overthinking it," I told myself.It was Sunday, so I was in no hurry to get up. I lay down, thinking of the fun I’d had and the dance with Phillip. It was great. I was happy Anna had insisted that I go.Then I thought of Frank and again felt bad. He was hurt and it was all my fault. I picked up my phone and dialed his number.It rang but he didn’t pick up. I tried again, he answered.“Good morning, Becky, how was your night?” He asked cheerfully.“Hi Fran

Celine’s POV It was Monday morning and, as usual, I was having a bad day at the office. I didn’t have a good relationship with my annoying coworkers. They were jealous of the fact that my dad was a millionaire. Yeah, right! If only they knew the truth. If only they knew his fate depended on me getting married to Phillip Dale, a task that looked almost impossible.I took an elevator from the meeting where I had been all morning back to my office.I shared the office with two other people who I disliked. I knew I was always the topic of their gossip, but I didn’t care. This morning, though, they seemed to be talking and laughing a lot more. They would look at their phones, then at me, and giggle. I ignored them. I had bigger worries. My dad asked me to join him for lunch. He said it was urgent. And he had sounded anxious. I wondered what the problem could be.If only I could get Phillip to pop the question. I have tried everything. In the beginning, that pest, Linda Finley, had made i