Semua Bab Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary : Bab 41 - Bab 50

“Care to explain, why aren't we back in the hotel room?” I ask Spencer, trying to sound a bit irritated which I'm really not. “I can see through your lie so cut it out, Brown. You like it here more than you would have liked to be back in the room.” Spencer is too confident which means he really is sure about my reaction. When did I become an open book? When did he become so good at reading me? “It still doesn't answer my question, Mr.Cruiz.” I say instead, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to match his intimidating aura.He just laughs at my face, making it look like it was obvious that I was trying to copy him. I can only roll my eyes in my defense. My eyes wander around the place. I remember adding “a night market” to my list of places I wanted to visit in Paris. I didn't know Spencer would actually pay attention to my list. Though it doesn't strike me as a traditional night market to me, it still gives off the vibe. There are a few food stalls and one or two gift stores nea

“But last night wasn't one of them.” His confession replays itself in my head like a broken recorder. My eyes desperately search for any traces of lies in his face and eyes. Even after searching for almost a minute I come out empty handed. His way of looking at me is enough to make me believe he is telling the truth. His heart skips several beats and the army of butterflies in my stomach multiplies by tenfold in mere seconds. “You…..You.” I fail to make any coherent sentences even though I have a lot in my mind right now. “Yeah. I'm telling the truth.” He decides to help me out. Thank God that he can somehow read my mind. “Oh.” I blink my eyes at him before averting my gaze at the ground. Before my mind can register what is happening, I can feel being pulled into Spencer's chest and then he turns us around. What's he doing in front of everyone? Though one part of me panics, the other part is dying with happiness. Hug him back. My conscience orders me. I try to refuse. I don't kn

“What the fuck just happened?” I utter, breaking my silence. It happened so quickly that I was silent and just watched dumbfounded as the thief ran away with my phone. I can't let it happen. After getting my hopes stolen from me, I can't let a lowlife steal my phone either. With all the adrenaline pumping into my veins and all of my anger directing towards the thief, I start running behind the thief. I can still see the back of his head at the far end of the room. “Stop him! He is a thief! He stole my phone!” I yell at the top of my lungs while running after the thief.“Hey! Wait, you motherfucker!” I yell again as I try to catch up to the thief. Apparently, I'm so determined to catch the bloody thief that it doesn't even occur to me that I'm running with my heels on. What on earth? From where did I get this superpower? Did I just get blessed with the superpower of running with the heels on? I feel proud as I keep on running and maybe a little bit cocky as well. As a result, my fee

I wasn't wrong when I thought my ankle was as good as gone. I feel like my whole body has been cut off from my ankle. I think it would be better if that happened. I would be spared from the pain my ankle is giving me. When I get bored of complaining about the pain in my ankle, I take a look around and find the kid a few feet away from me. He also got hurt but it's nowhere as severe as mine. There are little scratches on his elbows and face. Right next to him is a grumpy looking Spencer with a few scratches of his own. It's safe to say that the three of us look like we just made it alive out of a war zone. We all look tired and ready to pass out. Spencer wanted to hand the kid over to the police as soon as we caught him but my leg was killing me and Spencer and the boy were hurt too. So, we decided it would be the better decision to get us treated first. Well, Spencer wasn't too happy with this idea of mine but he will live.“Don't even think about it, kid.” Spencer warns the boy, hi

“Hey, baby. Wake up.” I feel someone kiss my cheeks and then my forehead lovingly.“It's getting late. We are gonna miss the complimentary breakfast if you don't wake up now. And we both know how much you love free stuff.” The male voice urges me again to wake up. Even though I want to sleep forever and roll over my bed like a mad cow for the rest of my life, I say goodbye to my sleep as soon as my ears pick up the phrase “free stuff”. Dear God, it's not easy to be a miser. One needs to kill their morning sleep to stay dedicated. When I open my eyes, I find a pair of ocean blue eyes looking at me with all the adoration of the world in them. I blink once. I blink twice. But Spencer is still there. Am I so love deprived that I'm even dreaming of a romantic life with him? “Why do you look so shocked?” He asks and an adorable smile takes over his face, making my melt faster than ice in extreme heat. No! You need to wake up. Don't be so miserable. You can't dream of him like that. Have