The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 37

Evelyn's POV

I did not know how long I sat there, with my mouth open, looking into space, but I knew it was long enough for me to get up, pack my things and leave for home.

I can't believe my boss is asking me to accompany him to a party. It feels like I won a jackpot. I am excited and at the same time worked up.

The way he flushed in the face speaks a lot. Is he attracted to me? Is this just a date? Is something going to happen between us?

My eyes fall on the wall clock and I see it is past 7 pm already. I stand up with a smile, contemplating on whether to go knock on his door and tell him I am in or I should just go home and pretend like nothing happened, hoping he won't ask me again.

This is the same person that shouted at me on my first day because I arrived late, making me feel like a schoolgirl being scolded by her teacher.

This is something I didn't expect and now that it has happened, I still can't believe it isn't happening.

You are just to keep his company, my subconscious tells me. Why are you getting ahead of yourself?

My face falls. Why am I taking this too far when it's obvious he is just asking for my company?

I walk out of the dining area and move over to the door of his bedroom. He had rushed out of the dining room with a flushed face like someone who was chased.

This is the first time I am seeing a lot of him and a lot about him. To be honest, he is a good boss and I understand him for shouting at me the other day when I arrived late.

He has always praised my cooking ever since then. I try to put myself in his shoes and think of what I would have done if I were a boss. I know I will definitely scream at the so-called cook or even fire her.

One good turn deserves another, I say to myself as I get to the door and knock softly. I didn't hear any answer. I knock again, this time louder.

"Who is that?" I hear his deep husky voice asking.

"It's me, Evelyn." I reply.

"Come in", he orders. I push the door open and enter. He is sitting on his bed and I feel like going out immediately. I am feeling uneasy seeing him on the bed, with his long legs and a laptop on his lap.

"I'm sorry, sir...." I decide to just leave without saying what I intend to.

"What is it, Evelyn?" He questioned, cutting me short.

"Errhmm....I...I want...."

"If it's about what I said earlier, Just forget about it. You can go home." He dismisses me again.

"No, sir. I don't have any problem going with you. It came as a shock to me, it was something unexpected", I say to him in one breath, afraid that he won't let me accompany him again.

He looks at me as if to read my mind if I am doing this because I want to or I am doing it to please him.

"You don't need to if you don't want to, Evelyn. I will find someone else if it is a must I go with a lady", he declares.

"I'm ok with it, sir."

"You sure?" He peers at me.

"Yes, sir." I flash him a smile.

He nods. "Thank you", he says.

"You are welcome, sir", I answer and turn back to leave.

"I will let you know when it's almost time for the award night. I will need you to do some shopping before the day and get a lovely dress for the event."

"Waw", I mutter more to myself. I am excited.

"Alright, sir", I turn to him with a smile. "Goodnight."

"Good night, Evelyn", he responds with a smile.

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Anna's POV

"How did you know Cameron is coming back to New York?" I ask Pamela when we enter the club.

The place is crowded and this is the first time I am coming to this type of club.

Anytime I go out with Pamela, she always brings me to clubs that I have never been to.

The dance floor is also crowded. If not for my foul mood, I would have loved to take a little alcohol and dance like the rest of the people on the dance floor, dancing like they have no problems in the world.

As I look around, I feel like I am the only person on earth with a huge burden on my shoulder, it feels like I am the only one who has a problem.

"I told you I heard the rumor from someone", she says with a shrug as we find a place to sit. "Do you want to dance?"

"No", I answer sharply.

"A drink, then?"

"Non-alcoholic drink", I tell her, and she walks away to the bartender to get us a drink. I watch the people dancing, wishing I am carefree like them.

My eyes are on a lady with blonde hair and I keep watching her as she rocks her body on a man in a Lancaster cream slim fit suit. The man looks handsome and he reminds me of Aidan, my arrogant baby father.

I look away from the couple and look elsewhere. All of a sudden, I feel myself staring at them again, until I can see the face of the lady. It looks familiar and I am trying to figure out where I know her from.

Pamela comes back with a bottle of a non-alcoholic drink and places it on a stool in front of us. She sits beside me as I keep looking at the girl, wondering where I know her from.

Is it from college? I ask.

My subconscious says no. The lady looks like a model and I wonder if I have seen her on the TV before. Her lace dress was too revealing and her curves are prominent.

"You are ruining nothing", she smiles at me as I stand next to her.

"I insist", I affirm. She only stares at me without uttering any word. "I will be fine."

"Let me accompany you outside then till you get a cab", she mutters, holding her hands out for me to put my hand in.

"Alright", I smile and pick up my purse before we begin to move towards the exit. The crowd at the dancing floor has dispersed a little, I think someone wants to perform.

"Talk kindly to your mother, Anna. She is doing all these for you." Pamela advises me. I disagree with her but I don't want to say anything.

Even though my level of anger towards mom now is nothing compared to when I got to know about what she did. I still want to show her how displeased I am.

I nod slowly at Pam and she rewards me with a pretty smile before turning to face the exit. Just then, she bumps into someone. I am behind her and she is right in front of me, holding my hand and guiding me out.

"Shit, watch where you are going!" She yells at the man who walks past us as if nothing happened. I turn back to look at him and I see him smirk.

"Sorry, milady", he winks and walks away.

I face Pamela expecting to see a forgiving look on her face but her mouth is only hanging open.

"Pam?" I tap her. I am expecting her to be glad that the man apologized like a gentleman even though it is obvious that they bump into each other and not that he was the one who bumped into her, yet he apologized.

The wink he threw at her made it all the more sweet and savory. I can't help but wonder why Pamela has no forgiving smile on her face because of how charming the guy is. Even after tapping her for the umpteenth time, her mouth is still agape.

"Pamela?" I shout. She blinks and her gaze falls on me.

"Why the hell are you like this?" I ask her with a frown.

She closes her mouth and drags me out of the club. She didn't say a word to me till we get to the street where cabs are passing by. Instead of helping me to stop one, she turns to me with folded arms.

"Didn't you see him?"

I am confused. "Who? Do you know the guy?"

"Not the guy who bumped into me. I mean the guy behind him."

"No, who is he? Is he someone we know?"

"Yea, of course."

"Who?" I ask with curiosity.

"Your baby father", she announces.

"What?!"

"Yes, I just saw Aidan entering the club." She repeats.