All Chapters of He wants her back: The billionaire’s leading lady: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lily plopped onto her bed and looked up at me inquisitively.“Gimme a sec.” I muttered, handing the bag over to her. “You can start without me.”I left her room and went into mine before I accepted the call. “Hello?”“Good afternoon, This is Paul from Peaceful Pines, am I speaking to miss Myra Thompson?” The male on the other side of my call asked brightly.“That’s me.” he sounded almost cheerful, it would be safe to assume he wasn’t delivering bad news sounding like barney’s distant cousin. “Is my mum okay?” I asked, just in case.“Yes, she’s doing great I hear.” I let out the breath I was holding. “I called for a different reason.”“Yeah, what is it?” I hope they were not planning to increase the fees or something. Maybe he wanted to advertise a premium plan.“We got a call earlier today from your representative. He made enquiries about a transfer for your mother. We just want to check in with you, to make sure he got the information across.”“Representative? I didn’t-I didn’t send

I should go to my room. There was no good-or smart reason to hesitate. I glanced at the hallway again. I already confirmed from Angie that Pierce was not back. A quick peek at the other rooms wouldn’t hurt anybody. I walked towards the hallway, tip-toeing like a criminal before I stopped. It’s not like I was checking his office or bedroom, I just wanted to know what the third room was for. Another guest bedroom I guessed. I would take a quick look and then, my curiosity would be sated. Or… I would try and the door would be locked.I grabbed the handle and twisted.Not locked. It would be the former then. I pushed the door open, and paused to let my eyes take the beauty.It wasn’t anything I expected.Burst of colors everywhere, popping from canvases that were placed on every surface. “Wow.” I said, not realizing I had spoken out loud. In the center of the room, in front of a stool was a half done painting of a woman with flowers growing out of her skin.Pierce paints? The words

“I’m guessing you’re here for the same reason I am.” he said. “I couldn’t sleep. Needed a snack.” I answered gruffly. “That clearly isn’t going great.” He pulled out an already opened bag of chips while I dumped the gelato regrettably down the sink. He leaned on the counter leaned on the counter, holding the chip bag invitingly. Could he not turn it out into a bowl or something?That would make sure I would not brush his hand accidentally. I let out a sigh. I was being a child acting like I could not eat out of a bag Pierce was holding without physically combusting. I trudged to him, hesitated, before I dipped my hand in to fish for chips. We crunched in silence. “How long did it take you to make the painting?” I blurted out, stunning myself. Shit, I should not have said it out loud. He shrugged, “A couple of weeks. You were a very helpful muse.” “I wasn’t given an option.” “Do you want me to pay you?” He asked casually. Of course. He assumed it was about mo

“I want to fuck Pierce.” I announced to Hannah the second my butt was in a booth with her. An innocent customer glanced at our table before hurrying along. “Damn sweety, at least let the food get here.” Hannah’s face lit up with an intrigued smile. She placed both hands on the table, under her chin and leaned in.“You look too happy to hear this.” I said dryly.“Of course I am. I have been missing out on juicy Pierce details because you had been so secretive. If you want to talk now, I am all ears. So you want to bone him, tell me all about it.”I let out an exasperated sigh and shifted in my seat. “I mean you know what he looks like. And then I see him in the house all…normal.” I spat the last word out like it was poison. “I still don’t get why you can’t…” someone passed by the table and Hannah’s voice dropped an octave lower, “fuck him.”“We both thought it was smart to end the physical part of the relationship.” She already knew how complicated things were already. “He’s still hi

I finally understood what had distracted Derek: Pierce’s arrival.He could’ve atleast, given me a warning. Now Angie would present whatever sex toy was in the box to her ‘master’ and I would have to endure judgemental looks from Pierce AND Angie.When I turned to look at him, my breath caught in my throat. He was back in his dark suit getup with a shirt that had a few buttons undone. He was toying with said button as he looked straight at Angie. “Don’t tell me what?” He asked again. Oh dear/“Don’t tell you…” Angie started, “…that she had missed a dose today.” I turned to look at Angie. Both of her hands were behind her back like they were crossed, not hiding a box of a possibly ginormous dildo. Her expression? Bored.I wished I could look as cool headed as she did. As it was, I was bright red and reading to flee.Pierce glanced at the watch on his wrist, irritation marring his brows. Good to know a conversation about me was ticking him off. Pun unintended. The grandpa jokes were fo