All Chapters of I Hate you Mr. BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Evelyn"What do you want? I am trying to enjoy myself," I immediately pounce. "Tell me you didn't follow me here just to make more snide comments."He waves his hand, beckoning to the bartender. "You can rest easy. The only reason I said that was because you were going to ruin the night for both our friends. I didn't want you to do that on my behalf."On his behalf? This man must have some giant ego issues. I wonder how many people have had to bend to his wishes to make him who he is today.He doesn't know that his position or status doesn't move me when I've been in circles with men from countries all over the world, with wealth and power."I didn't do it on your behalf," I correct him. "I needed Mira to hold my purse while I used the restroom, so I took her hand. I don't know why you think I'd factor you into the equation."The bartender brings my drink and takes Connor's order. I hold my drink and wonder if I down it all here or take it and leave. Without another thought I tip the

ConnorI don't know how long we danced, but Evelyn finally pulls away. I sense the reluctance before I see it in her eyes."I have to go home," she says. "I need to get Mira first.""Right," I mutter.I don't want to let her go. But I do."I'll call Ken," I offer.She gives me a grateful smile.As I take out my phone, I see a message from Ken. I smile and hand the phone over to her, but Evelyn groans."What?" I ask.She shakes her head.I grab her chin gently and make her look me in the eye, but my words die on my lips as we lock eyes. It takes more than a minute to remember what I intended to say."What's wrong?" I ask."I can't drive myself home. I drank too much.""You don't look drunk to me," I say tentatively, trying to get a definitive answer from her without seeming forward.I don't want the moment that passed between us to be a result of the alcohol.She shakes her head."Not that drunk. Most of what I had left when I was dancing, but I'm not sober enough either.""Why don't I

EvelynHow do I look him in the eye after last night?I wonder, holding a file to my chest and standing in front of Connor's door, wondering if I should give up and drop the file with his secretary. But I'm not the type of person to hide behind someone else. At least when it comes to every other thing in life.Sex and entanglements are two areas that I'm willing to admit I have very little expertise in—after all, I've only ever been with two other people apart from Connor."Which is why I should have said no last night," I berate myself.There was enough time, from when he asked me to dance with him to the ride in the elevator. I cannot claim that I didn't see him punch in his floor number, but all I had in my head at that moment was sex.How would it feel to finally do it with him? What happens when I throw caution to the wind for a night?"Well, now you know," I put my forehead in my hand. "You've gone and done it with not only the person you're working for but your insufferable nei

Connor "You know," Ken says as he walks in after I open the door, "we might have been friends for nearly a decade, but sometimes it still feels like I don't know you." "What do you mean?" I say as I collect the bottle of whisky from him. He gives me a knowing look before walking away. "You know what I mean. I suggested that we have a small party to celebrate the deal you closed, but you thought your apartment had seen one too many parties already." "Which," he plops down on a chair, "is unlike you. Then you called me three hours ago, asking if I still wanted to have that party. Why would you change your mind?" I try to appear calm as I shrug. "Because I changed my mind. Get used to it, Ken. Everyone else will be arriving in thirty minutes to an hour, and it'll be a total of twenty people. No more." He nods. "Sure." I take a minute to drop the bottle in the built-in wall bar of the dining room. I take a bottle of red wine instead and two glasses.ConnorNot only did she run, bu

Evelyn"You didn't look into it when I told you, and now, things are about to go down the drain.""Well, good morning to you, Miss Lockhart. I thought I was the only one having a fine morning," Connor says in an irritating, cheery voice as I barge into his office, waving a document.I ignore his subtle sarcasm and march to his desk, dropping the document on it. "Look. It's all there. You can see that there is a major flaw with the mechanics. If these prototypes are cleared for assembly," I scoff. "What am I saying? You cleared it."Connor cracks his knuckles and clasps both hands, placing his elbows on the desk."Are you telling me that what I vetoed and gave the all-clear, isn't clear?"I nod. "Yes. That is exactly what I am saying. Now," I raise a hand to stop him from interrupting, "When Ken told me about this project, I was sold from the get-go. But if you are allowing things like this to pass, then I quit."The severity of my tone has him frowning, and he picks up the document. W