All Chapters of The Billionaire's Part Time Lover: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

NOELLEAutumn, winters, thanksgiving or Valentine if that counted weren’t my best moments but I never really had a reason for not loving it, except I was born in the holidays and named after it. Glad I wasn't named Valentine or Valerie, no disrespect there but I'd rather not.It was bad enough to be Noelle and Holly and my old man's dead jokes about decking halls with balls of Holly.None of that mattered now.It was Valentine's Day, our big day. I and the love of my life.I took a good look at my fingers, I had gotten them done earlier in the day and made sure not to smudge the pastel pink polish, the gloss glistened under the yellow candle glow.Clayton loved subtle colors.You know how I said I hated holidays or disliked? Valentine's day didn't count because I always wished to be proposed to on the day of love. Sounds cliche and could get swallowed up with the army of reds and whites in restaurants, people smooching and professing undying love.I know it could get swept under the b

EMERIC.I didn't work at the restaurant all the time but the few times I stood in for Ben, I had seen Noelle and this man. The same man proposing to another woman.Love was the most glaring thing ever, you could just see it between two people.It didn't hide but with this man, I never for once saw it. Noelle was always the excited one.My stomach churned.I observed her demeanor when she walked in. She was beaming, giddy and as always she walked straight to the counter asking for the chef to remind me of her special order and all that she had planned. She did that all the time and that was how I got to know her name.She always reserved a table in her name. Noelle Holly Roberts. I always thought it was a distinct name.She thought I was like some head waiter or something but I was the head chef on some days and I knew she couldn't eat anything with cloves in it.The few times I watched her converse with Ben, I just knew she was a sweet, kind woman. She smiled and gushed, her little

EMERIC She was looking around the bar while the server poured us our drink, she ordered the strongest scotch in the house and I had a bourbon.I didn't stop her from ordering high content alcohol, I would want to feel nothing but numbness at this time if I was in her shoesI felt like I understood her on a different level.The disappointment, the feeling of not being enough and taken for granted, you could just feel your self worth depreciating.I knew it all too well.I took a sip from my drink. “Are you looking for something?”She was stunned and blinked at me.“You keep looking around and I wonder what for”“No… no” She shook her head, “it's just been a long day.”She was thinking about it, it seemed so.I inched closer to her and our knees touched, she leaned in to sip her drink from the glass, rounding her lips over the rim of the glass and throwing it all back in one gulp. She cleared her throat afterwards.I corked my head, a light bulb had come on. “Tell me about your day.”