Semua Bab I Hate you Mr. BILLIONAIRE : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Evelyn"Hey, you—"The words die on my tongue as someone steps in front of me, wearing a dark blue two-piece suit with a small smile on his lips. My chest swells uncomfortably, and my stomach bottoms as I stare at him."Evelyn," he whispers my name. "I—it's good to see you.""It's not good to see you," I snap and then mentally berate myself for not being able to control my emotions.Everything comes flooding back—the disbelief I felt when I was reading that message, the anger that followed, and the ache in my chest as I drank until I blacked out.How I hoped that he would find me as I packed my things from the apartment two days later, even though I had scheduled it at a time I knew he would be out.When he called my mom, I wished Connor would have ignored her answer and come looking for me.But none of that happened, and as the weeks went by, I slowly found a way to deal with the pain. It no longer made me feel like I was drowning in my sorrows.And now...he's here, and it feels like

Connor "This. That night, I was going to give it to you. To ask you to marry me. Then I overheard that stupid conversation you were having with your mom and I just...it was stupid of me to think that you were using me, but I guess I was scared.""No," he shakes his head. "I was scared. I haven't loved anyone the way I love you, Evelyn. You make me feel things I thought were not in the books for me, and the mere thought that it could have all been one-sided sent me down the rabbit hole.""I'm sorry. I should have asked you instead of jumping to conclusions. I shouldn't have gone home and gotten drunk, but I should have waited for you and heard the truth instead."A tear slips down my face as Connor speaks, and I bite my lip hard to keep the shudders at bay. To think that this was all a misunderstanding—A wave of relief comes over me. I have spent the last however many weeks trying to navigate the hurt and pain that turns out was all for nothing, and now the release is impossible to h

Collins.I blink as Collins sounds almost angry. His gorgeous blue eyes look intense, and he has a heavy frown. With his dark hair and those eyes, Collins is the sexiest man I know. He's big, easily over six feet, and has a body that looks like he spends all of his time in a gym.When I moved in about two years ago and heard the loud rumble of his motorcycle, I thought he would be an arrogant jerk. Instead, he helps with all the repairs and never complains about my many plants. He loves my cooking. He's a good friend, but only a friend. No matter how many wet dreams I've had about him.I avoid his accusing eyes and look down at my failure of a wedding dress.I hate it! The dress my aunt and cousin picked out for me has a full skirt with layers of ruffles that go from my waist to the floor. The ruffles over-emphasize my full hips, and the cut and style of the dress look horrible on me. The top is not made for a full-figured girl, and you can't tell I have a waist in this awkwardly desi

Felicia."Aunt Gloria, Uncle Vincent. This is Collins Donovan–""Explain yourself, young lady. You just walked away from your only chance at getting married.""Oh, I don't know about that," Collins says casually.At his words, both my aunt and uncle glance his way. I watch my aunt's lips tighten even further when her gaze rakes over Collins's biker leathers and boots."Explain what you mean by that remark," my aunt states waspishly.Collins takes his time answering as he looks from one to the other; he then wraps his arm possessively around my waist and pulls me close to him."Felicia and I are getting married. We'd invite you to the wedding, but it will be very small and intimate. Probably just us two."I see my aunt's eyes narrow as she looks at Collins with a suspicious look."And just what are you getting out of this deal? What did Felicia promise you? Money, I suppose?" she questions with a sneer."She'll be promising to love, honor, and cherish me. I would go with obey, but that

Felicia. Collins's truck has a new radiator hose, and we're almost back in Jacksonville. We only stopped once for breakfast. It was at a little hole-in-the-wall diner on I-95. I now know that my husband— Yes, Collins is my husband. I still can't believe it. He likes pecan pancakes. I'll be sure to add that to my list of things that Collins likes to eat. I swear this morning, when I was in that place between sleep and being awake, it felt like Collins had his arm wrapped around me and was fondling my breast. But when I opened my eyes, I knew it was only a dream because he wasn't even near me in the bed. I had such a hard time falling asleep, knowing Collins was lying just inches away from me. I was in bed with Collins! I wanted to pinch myself to prove I wasn't dreaming about getting married to him, but I was too scared to move. I think he slept like a baby. At least he was sound asleep when I finally dozed off. When he pulls up outside the duplex, I jump down from the tru