All Chapters of The Billionaire's Broken Angel: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Dalia's POV "Hi, angel", his deep voice reached my ears and I swear I almost forgot how to breathe. He looked so breathtaking even under the club's dull lighting. I could not take my eyes off him or even give him a response, I just stared at his handsome face. His eyes looked so mesmerising even though I could not see their colour because of the club's lighting. His hair was so long, he packed half of it in a ponytail and the other half went past his neck. I wanted to run my hands through it and see if they felt as soft as they looked. His full lips looked so soft and his jaw looked so sharp they could cut through diamond, yes they looked that sharp. "Like what you see, angel?", I heard his voice again and that was when I realised I was staring. I looked down at my shoes in embarrassment and looked up when I felt him pull me close such that there was barely any space between us. My breath got caught in my throat and I had to remind myself to breathe. "Breathe Dalia, he's j

Dalia's POV I woke up in the wee hours of the morning and the memories of last night came rushing back. I felt a warm body against mine and covered my face in embarrassment. I did not regret what happened though, it was one of the best nights of my life. I carefully pried myself from Alexander who was in a deep slumber. He looked so peaceful sleeping, his dirty blonde hair splayed around him,I wanted to run my hand through it but refrained from doing so. I knew it was a one night stand and it would be awkward for both of us if he was awake, so I carefully went about picking my things from the floor of the bedroom where it had been dropped. I remembered my panties had been ripped and mentally palmed my face. Fuck you Alexander, I thought in my head, now I have to go commando . I picked my boots and tiptoed to the living room where I quietly put on my clothes praying to God that the man in the bedroom will not wake up until I leave successfully. I picked up my bag after

Dalia's POV Monday came around and Chelsea still wasn't talking to me which made me sad. I woke up by 5:50 am. I took my bath and did my morning routine. I picked out a cream coloured satin blouse and a carton coloured pencil skirt to go with it. I picked out heels that matched my skirt and a bag in the same shade. I used mascara and lipgloss, let my hair down and felt ready to go. By the time I was done, it was 7:00 am. I stepped out of my room and contemplated knocking on Chelsea's door but I decided against it, Chelsea can be pretty scary when she's angry. I went into the kitchen and saw a note addressed to me on the countertop, I opened it and it was in Chelsea's handwriting; "I'm still mad at you, just so you know, but it's your first day at work and I just had to say something to you. I know you're probably not ready to talk about what happened during the weekend but I'll be here whenever you want to , Lia. You're my best friend and I will have your back no matter