All Chapters of The Billionaire's First Glance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Nathan’s POVMadison sashayed her way into the apartment.“What do you want Madison?” I asked.“Nathan, where are your manners?” She stated. “Are you not going to offer me a drink?”I ran my hand through my hair, “Would you like a drink, Madison?”“I’ll have a glass of champagne if you have some, Nathan,” Madison said, smiling with her crimson-red lips.“I’ll be right back with that,” I said as I wandered into the kitchen. I grabbed a champagne glass from the cupboard and then grabbed the champagne bottle from the wine fridge. I smiled as I remembered that it was the bottle Amelie and I had shared to toast over our engagement. I popped the cork and poured a single glass of champagne. I wasn’t in the mood to share this champagne with anyone but Amelie.I walked out to the living room area, where Madison had made herself comfortable on the couch, lounging in a provocative position. I handed the champagne glass to her and stood with my arms crossed.“Aren’t you going to have a drink with

Amelie’s POVI want to go home. I hope nothing is wrong with my head. It is throbbing right now, but it would be since the doctor told me I have eight stitches on the back of my head. Luckily, it's hidden in my hairline.They have just finished the last test, and the hospital porter is taking me back to my room in the emergency department. I really hope Nathan is waiting for me. He makes every situation feel better.We reach the emergency department, open the door to my room, and wheel me inside. There, on the chair, is Nathan, his spectacular grey eyes watching me as I am brought in. I smile and sigh, relieved he’s there.“Hi, baby,” Nathan said, smiling.“Schmoopie,” I giggled.“I’m glad the knock on your head didn’t knock your sense of humor out of you,” Nathan chuckled.He stands and pulls his chair closer to my hospital bed after the porters have left.“Are you tired, Amelie?” Nathan asked, stroking my hair.“A little, but I’d rather talk with you,” I smiled.“You need to rest. Y

Nathan’s POVI’m really starting to dread these business trips for acquisitions. Samuel and I received a tip on Tuesday night that an investment group was seeking a merger or buyout in San Francisco. Gaining a financial company in California would be a significant addition to our move out West. The only problem is that we needed to fly out on Wednesday morning. Here we are, on a plane headed to San Francisco while Amelie is at home studying for her exams. I gave the front desk and Trudy strict instructions that only Grandfather and Tiff are allowed in the penthouse. God knows the lengths Madison would go to in order to get to Amelie. I also advised Marcus that he is to be the only person to drive Amelie anywhere. Marcus is staying at the penthouse for a couple of days to make sure he is at Amelie’s full disposal.When I told Amelie, she rolled her eyes at me and said I was being over dramatic. I was only going to be away from Wednesday morning until Thursday evening, but I wanted her

Amelie’s POVThe party is wall-to-wall people. Peter leads Tiff through the crowd by the hand, and in return, Tiff has a death grip on my hand. We wade through the sea of people until we reach the large kitchen. Every surface in the kitchen is covered in alcohol bottles. Several guys try to thrust cups into my hands, which I politely decline. It’s so overwhelming for me. I feel like I can’t breathe. I see the back door in the kitchen and signal to Tiff that I’m just going to pop outside for some fresh air.I step outside and breathe in the fresh air. I was never one for parties in high school. I had better things to do, like survive. There was never any money for extra things, and if there was, I channeled it all into Zander. His participation in football and swimming is costly. So, I never did anything extracurricular for myself. I wasn’t mad about it, however. It helped me be so determined in my studies. To push myself to achieve the best marks so I could attend college. I laugh to

Nathan’s POVI’m fairly certain I broke around 25 traffic laws on my way to the fraternity house. I drove like a man possessed. All I could think about was getting to Amelie as quickly as possible. If he had hurt one single hair on her head, there would be hell to pay. I was going to make him suffer.I pulled up outside the frat house, and a couple of police officers were standing outside the front door. They had obviously shut down the party after the incident. There was also an ambulance outside.I walked up the front steps towards the door and was stopped by the officers standing on the porch.“I’m sorry, sir,” one of the officers stated. “There has been an incident here, and we’re not letting anyone in.”“I understand, officer, but the young lady that was attacked is my girlfriend,” I advised. “Her name is Amelie Cavanaugh, and I need to see her.”“You must be Nathan Michaels,” the officer said. “Can I see some identification?”I showed him my driver’s license.“Thank you, Nathan,