All Chapters of Dear Billionaire Ex, You Don’t Own Me : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eduardo’s POV “The guy has never been serious for once in his life,” Bryan spoke bitterly from the other end. “I don't even know why I bother with him.”Bryan was complaining to me about his younger brother who was notorious for being a cassanova and leaching off of him. His lastest crime was gambling his shares of their family's business and going AWOL.“Don't let him get you so worked up. He's an adult, so he can figure himself out, okay?”“I just don't understand how one can live so recklessly.”Just then, a knock came on the door. “I have a meeting now, we will talk later, man.” I told him and he sighed.“Alright then.” He responded before ending the call.Placing my phone on my desk, I said. “Come in.”Rafael walked in holding an iPad. “They have arrived, sir. Should I tell them to carry on or will you join them now?”“I will join them,” I replied, standing up, as something akin to excitement coursed through me.Today was the day Jocelyn and I would make our business partnersh

Jocelyn’s POV “Ooh, my little artist is deeply engrossed in his work,” I said, as I entered the living room where Henry was kneeling on the tiled floor and drawing something.We had both returned from work and kindergarten respectively an hour ago and were now unwinding.I was in the middle of making dinner when I suddenly remembered that I had some leftover dough in the refrigerator, so I had decided to quickly make some cookies for Henry.“Hi, mummy,” He looked up and darted me a cursory smile before averting his focus to his drawing.“Hi, my love. I made chocolate cookies. Do you want some?”“Not yet, mummy,” He muttered. “This drawing is so confiscated.”“Confiscated?” I frowned, trying to deduce what Henry meant.“Yes, mummy. It's so hard and diffcud to draw,” He explained, and it instantly clicked.“Oh, you mean the drawing is complicated,” I said, stifling my laugh. “And baby, it's difficult, not diffcud, okay?”“Okay, mummy,” Henry mumbled, nodding before grabbing an eraser t

Jocelyn’s POV “Hi, babes,” I said as I trekked into my office and plopped onto my swivel chair. “How is Texas treating you?” Nancy huffed from the other end of the lined from the other end of the line. “Not so nice since I've not had the chance to visit some fun places. I've been going from seminars to seminars ever since I got here.” “Sorry, Nan. Don't worry, we'll go on a weekend getaway to Texas as soon as I finish my business here in America.” I reassured her. “Alright, babe. That reminds me, how is the whole partnership with Eduardo going? I hope he hasn't done anything stupid.” She uttered, and I smiled. “It's going well. I barely see him unless It's business-related,” I said. “And no, he won't dare do something stupid.” “That's good. You know I still don't understand how exactly you plan to revenge on him,” Nancy said. “To me, this joint venture seems too risky. What if you end up falling for him again?” I burst out into a peal of laughter as I imagined myself fal

Jocelyn’s POV “I don't get why you're so worried about this, Amelia,” I huffed as Amelia and I entered my office. “It's just work. Nothing more.” “While I trust your judgment, I don't exactly trust that Eduardo Lopez. What if he tries to do something weird since you will both be alone?” Amelia countered, and I sighed, mulling over the possibility of that happening. Right now, Eduardo was the person I hated most in my life, and I would be the stupidest woman on earth to allow myself to get carried away by his suave charm. Like hell no, I didn't care about him in that way at all. I didn't spend my free time thinking about how larger his biceps had become or how sexy his undercut was. Hell to the fucking no. Get it together, Josie and stop thirsting over that man, I chided myself harshly. The reason why Amelia was so worried was because today was the day that Eduardo and I would decide on the official name and concept of our joint business venture, and Eduardo had offered

Jocelyn’s POV Exhaling heavily, I removed the last of the three grocery bags in my car trunk then stood with my hands akimbo, wondering how I was supposed to take them up to my condo.I had called Nancy for help as she was currently at my place babysitting Henry, but she wasn't picking up, so I had sent a text to her which was still left on delivered.“Where are you, Nan?” I mumbled to myself as I raked my fingers through my hair.“Hey, can I help?” The deep baritone of the bane of my existence wafted into my ears from behind, causing me to flap my eyes shut, as my temples pounded with a looming headache.Squeezing my eyes open, I threw him an expressionless look. “No, it's fine. I can manage.”Huffing, Eduardo walked up to me in a casual outfit, consisting of a pair of black sweatpants with a black tank top, leaving his big, toned muscles on shameless display.He had probably gone for a morning jog, my mind unhelpfully supplied, as I noticed his running shoes plus the way the tank t