All Chapters of The Billionaire's First Glance: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amelie’s POVWe arrive back at the hospital after another wonderful helicopter ride. I am so thankful for everything Nathan did for me today. I feel so relaxed and centered. I also feel so much more connected to Nathan. Spending time with him is so easy. I fall more for him with every minute I’m in his presence.“Amelie,” Nathan said, holding out his hand to me, “are you coming?”“Of course,” I answered.He leads me down the stairs from the roof and into the elevator. We arrive at the VIP ward just in time to see Dr. Carrera standing at the ward desk.“Dr. Carrera,” Nathan exclaimed.“Ahh, Dr. Michaels, and Ms. Cavanaugh, just the people I want to see.”“Hi, Dr. Carrera,” I said nervously, “Please tell me everything is ok with Zander.”“Ms. Cavanaugh, everything is excellent with your brother.” He replied. “Zander came through the surgery with flying colors.”I jumped and hugged Dr. Carrera, “Thank you so much! I owe you everything!”“Amelie, don’t break the surgeon,” Nathan laughed.

Nathan’s POVAmelie looks so happy. As the plane lands, she is staring out the window, beaming with a wide smile on her face.Once we’re at the hangar, Captain Thomas comes out of the cockpit.“Thank you so much, Captain Thomas,” Amelie says and hugs him.Captain Thomas laughs, “You’re welcome.”We head to the waiting convertible.“A Lamborghini?” Amelie yelps.“I thought my queen needed a hot-looking chariot,” I mused.“Nathan, you’re so over the top with spoiling me!” Amelie blurted out.“Just you wait,” I smirked.We take off from the hangar and head towards the Las Vegas strip. Amelie’s hair is blowing in the breeze, and she sings along to the radio, which ironically plays Elvis’ Viva Las Vegas. We made a quick stop at the Welcome to Las Vegas sign, and a nice couple offered to take our picture. We get back in the car, and Amelie quickly sends the picture to Tiff. Her text notification goes off in less than 30 seconds.Amelie’s POVTiff: What the heck?Amelie: I know, right?Tiff:

Nathan’s POVWhat just happened? Amelie has to be ok. I stare at her lying on the couch, and she seems to be breathing better. I would lose it if something happened to her.“Are you ok, Amelie?” I ask, trying to keep my voice from cracking.She reaches up and touches my face, “I’m ok, Nathan, it must have been the heat.” Amelie says as she looks into my eyes.“You scared me,” I replied and nuzzled into her neck. She smells incredible—that familiar scent of Lilies and rain. I want to bask in that scent every day of my life.Amelie smiles and tries to sit up, but I stop her. “You need to rest,” I tell her.“Nathan, really, I’m ok,” Amelie states. Looking around the room. There is a half a dozen sets of eyes on her.“Usually, girls pass out when they see me, not before,” says a deep male voice. Amelie scans the room, and her eyes go as wide as saucers.“Dante Berkley?” Amelie questions, “The Dante Berkley, Hollywood superstar.”“That’s me,” Dante responds, chuckling.The guests start to

Amelie’s POVI’m currently hiding in a bathroom stall at the club. I don’t know if I can go through with this fake marriage with Nathan. Every moment I’m with him makes it harder. I want it all to be real. I want a real relationship with him. The way he held me on the dance floor made me feel both ecstatic that I had found my person and sad that I could never truly have him the way I really wanted him. Dig deep, Amelie, and keep your promise. He gave Zander back his life. You need to push your feelings down and stick to the mission. Onwards and upwards. You’re going to march upstairs to the VIP lounge, sit on Nathan’s lap, and pretend to be his girlfriend. Why? Because you owe it to him. Also, because a very large part of you knows how awesome it would be to have his hands on you, so suck it up, princess, and take one for the team. I giggled to myself.I left the stall and washed my hands. I took a glance in the mirror. Makeup is still on point. Hair, I smoothed it out. Tits, I pushe

Amelie’s POVI.Am.NEVER.Drinking.Again.What the hell happened last night, and why do I feel like someone put my head in a vice? I roll over in bed, and Nathan is lying there, smiling at me.“Good morning, sunshine,” he whispers.“Stop screaming at me,” I respond and grab my head.Nathan just shakes his head and laughs.“Ugh, what happened last night?” I questioned.“Well, how much do you remember?” Nathan asks.“Um, I remember being in the limo and drinking champagne, and then everything else is fuzzy,” I say.“So, you don’t really remember anything after that?” Nathan queries.“I vaguely recall something related to karaoke, but that’s about it,” I answer.“Hmmm,” Nathan mumbles.“Oh, my goodness, did we….oh no….we didn’t, you know….I mean,” I stammered and started to hyperventilate.“Calm down, Amelie,” Nathan said, stroking my arm, “we didn’t have sex.”I look under the covers to see I’m wearing my bra and thong.“I need to pee,” I say, hurrying to the bathroom.“I drew you a b