Semua Bab One Night Stand With My Billionaire Fiancé: Bab 61 - Bab 70

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.For the first time in a really long time, I was up with the sun. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, dressed in my most comfortable set of pajamas which consisted of a blouse and bottoms, and I looked out of the window at the colours that painted the sky. Hues of pink and purple were reflected in the scudding clouds that had gathered overnight. I checked my phone for the day's weather forecast, seeing that the day was predicted to be scalding hot like every other day in August had been so far.I trailed to the kitchen, my bathroom slippers padding gently and then slapping loudly as they made the transition from the rugged living room floors to the wooded kitchen floors. I rummaged through the fridge for breakfast, searching for the last piece of frozen pizza which I had kept in the fridge the previous night. I picked up the plate of the two day old piece of pizza which I had been preserving for that morning, placed it into the microwave, presse

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The rest of my first week as a full time MBA student at the Leonard N.Stern School of Business, the business school branch of the New York University, went by in a blur of enduring different introductory classes from several professors during the day, having lunch with my two new school friends, Azra and Melody, returning to an empty and dreary house in the evening, binge watching tv shows and movies while stuffing my face full of exquisite Italian cuisines.I woke up, day after day, only to repeat the same cycle over and over again. It was hectic and sad- that was how pathetic my very living had become.Slowly and unbearably, Friday morning came, and as the first rays of the morning sunlight casted itself across my room and fell on my face, through the open curtains, in a dull glow, I could not wait to get the day started and over with it. That morning, after I had opened my eyes, I exited the cocoon of warmth that I had placed myself in the night before by pushing

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.It was calm and still- the darkness I was enveloped in. It was gentle, warm and peaceful- well, it was peaceful until it was not.A sharp shrill pierced through the quiet of my deep abyss, causing me to be pulled out of my deep sleep. I winced at the shrilling that shrieked from within the folds of my slumber. Soon the shrilling stopped, and I went back to sleep. A few seconds later, as if whoever was calling was hell bent on disturbing my sleep, the shrilling of my ring tone started again. I decided to let it continue its wailing while I would try to adapt to the noise until I was able to go back to sleep once more.My plans, however, were unfeasible as the phone continued to ring loudly, hindering me from any further sleep. Seeing as the caller was not letting up, I had no choice but to pick up the call.Reluctantly, I pried my eyes open and unplugged the phone, which was sitting on the bedside drawer, from its charger and checked the caller ID before picking up th

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.Adrian!My stomach wrenched in pain at the flurry of butterflies that appeared and flew around my belly at the mention of that name. My hands quivered nervously, and my heart palpitated at the mere thought of hearing his voice after several days of being estranged from him.Ever since he had broken the news of his travel that evening, I had neither set my eyes on him nor heard his voice. The thought of finally hearing his voice after a long week sent my heart thumping.Alisia held her phone up, Adrian's phone number, saved as 'Big Brother', flashed on the device's screen. I gave her a quick nod before she then picked up the call."Hello, Big Brother." she greeted, a smile on her face.She looked up at me for a few seconds, listening intently to whatever Adrian was saying on the other end of the line while Layla and I stared at her curiously."She's awake." Alisia said to him, obviously referring to me.Adrian must have been informed of the accident at home- probably

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I was nervous.That much was obvious with way my hands shook, and my legs quivered. My face was not exempted, as it was hot and reddened from the uneasiness that stemmed from deep down in my mind."You look like you've seen a ghost." Alisia said, "Or you're about to see one.""I wish I were merely on my way to see one." I said, causing her to erupt into a fit of laughter."Don't tell me that you are scared." she teased, a jestful twinkle in her eyes."Me? Scared? No, not at all. I'm not scared- I am terrified." I said, wringing my hands in my lap."Oh My God!" she exclaimed, erupting into another fit of laughter."My predicament must be funny to you, but trust me. It is not in the least bit a comic experience for me at the moment." I said."You're really scared of my father?" Alisia asked, unbelief lacing her tone."Point of correction, Alisia. I am terrified of your father. If there were another word that described fear beyond being terrified, that word would be bes