45days With Mr Cold Billionaire

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'm telling you Nathan

bed, urging me to break up with the lov

k out a beautiful dress for my date wit

was Nathan's birthday. I had a surprise for him. A very

not him. I told you I saw him with that girl who is always insulting you at the cafe. Wh

red, confusion e

gela bullies and insults me. He was the one who said I sh

ying to remember. "Yes. Angela. The blond

lease Mer. Will you stop it? This is Nathan we are talking about. Nathan that has always

nning on going through with the marri

't matter as long as we are in love

stood up and crossed over to meet me, taking me int

rt, I appreciate it but sometimes can't you be a little bit le

r hands this time. "And I pray it goes very smoothly. So I

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is switched off. Your call i

off th

ed over the sc

ho

e restaurant in the city. A place where the air smelled like cash and the

walked instead of taking the bus, taken more shif

r

appeared beside me. His smile was professional, polished, but his eyes fl

ispered, managing to

l the stares, soft and pitying, from the other diners. The woman in an expensive glittering gown worth

one decent dress she owned, her eyeliner beginning to smudge, her

on. For a second, my heart lifted in

I can't make it to today's

missed calls. The last text I'd sent was three hours ago:

a devil. He always stressed Nathan out, and

s the hotel. I can just urge him to come over to the

s beside me a moment later.

e check,

ke box held tightly against my chest. I wasn't paying att

x to prevent it from falling before I l

Na

d, detached expression, his lips a thin, stern line, and h

quickly, my voice tr

nd walked toward the restaurant doors like m

I lifted my hand and hailed a cab. One stopp

?" the dr

"623 Westview Terrace," I recit

feel chills run down my body, I have no id

t, waiting until it drove away. I

ng through the walls. The front windows flashed with b

was go

was so loud I could feel it through the

It turned. The d

open and ste

re. Crowded in the hall, spilling out of the living room, drinks i

was pressed against the wall, kissing

the music. "Do you k

g. He bumped into the girl, th

in disgust and wait

, and slurred, "Dunno. Prob'ly

dropped. "Y

And stop spoilin' my mood." He turned back to the gir

toward the stairs. I avoided stumbling bodies a

losed door. My heart was

be true. Pleas

t. An empt

next door. My h

hed i

ake box slipped from my fingers and hit the

ng over the sound of hi

the blonde haired,

longed to my