Page 49 of Faking it With A Grumpy Billionaire

Oh, thank God.

I took a minute to catch my breath before preparing for the next meeting. After a few hours of pitching and talking, all the meetings ended similarly, like the first, with each client interested in investing.

I could not help but let out a squeal at the end of the last one. It seemed like luck was on my side today, allowing me to land every single client I spoke with.

Checking the time, it was a few minutes past 6:00 p.m. Who would have thought that time would go by so fast? Feeling a deep sense of excitement, I contemplated hurrying over to Will’s place to inform him about the deals I had closed for the day and possibly discuss our relationship.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, all dressed and ready, I took a deep breath, realizing that this conversation I was going to have with Will would determine our future together.

Well, whatever is going to happen will happen, I said to myself as I left my apartment and headed down to the taxi I had already booked.

As we drove over to his place, I could not help but play a million thoughts through my head of what could possibly happen at his place. But one thing was certain—I didn’t want any of this to end.

I enjoyed my time with Will—not for his parties, extravagant lifestyle, wealth, and popularity, but for who he truly was. Beyond his pride and ego lay a soft man who once believed in love but had been hurt in the past. He was kind and loving at heart.

Reaching his place, I got out of the taxi and stood in front of his house, looking at it for a second before going in.

Chapter twenty-two

Will

As I drove home, my mind consumed by thoughts of Elizabeth, I let out a loud sigh, frustrated by my lack of control over my thoughts.

Usually, it starts with endless thoughts about that person, then gradually progresses to the point where I can’t help but want to reach out and be with her all the time. Eventually, the feelings intensify even further.

Letting out another loud breath, I placed my hands on my head as I drove with one hand. I needed to release some steam, and I needed to do it quickly!

But how?

As I neared my home, my head raced through options. I could go to the club, have a few drinks, and engage in some casual encounters with some random lady. However, after a long day at work, the last thing I wanted was a loud and noisy atmosphere. Right now, I just need some peace and quiet—nothing more.

Another option was drinking all by myself in my room; I had some expensive wine I got on my last business trip, and it could be handy at the moment.

But then again, I would only wake up in the morning with a hangover, and my problem would still be waiting for me to solve it.

I felt a pinch in my heart, feeling slightly guilty as I referred to my feelings for Elizabeth as a problem.

Well, to be honest, it was beginning to be problematic, making me lose control of my feelings and filling my every thought with moments with her.

Throughout the day at work, all I could think of was the next time I was going to see her again, hold her, touch her, or even see her smile alone. All I kept thinking of was the rush I felt the moment I let my lips touch hers.

Will, that was the moment you should have walked away! Why on earth didn’t you hold back? I scolded myself, knowing I started it all.

If only I had taken control of my feelings and if only I had been more disciplined, I wouldn’t have kissed her that night. Now, I wouldn’t be awkwardly ignoring her messages and calls. At the moment, I had nothing to say to her as my head space was clouded. I needed to take a step back and clear my mind.

I shook my head, knowing I needed to find a solution urgently, especially with a party coming up this weekend. This one was huge, and by all means, I had to be there with Elizabeth.

So far, it seemed she was like my lucky charm, even though I didn’t believe in stuff like that. Every client seemed to want to do business with me since word got out that I was engaged.

But with all that was happening, I was left with zero knowledge of where we stood, what I wanted, and what this meant for our contract relationship.

It should not affect our contractual relationship, right? We entered into a business deal, and we both signed a contract that was binding and could not be broken or withdrawn from. So, at the very least, I could pull that card if she tried to end the contract, and with that assurance, I thought we were good. I could just ask her to pretend that the kiss didn’t happen. I could tell her it was a mistake and could be left in the past. After all, that was usually the line used in movies, and it seemed to work every time!

Driving into my compound, I knew I also needed to get over Elizabeth and all of this heat I felt from within.

Parking my car, I took out my phone and dialed one of my old-time flings whom I could trust to always come over any time. I was confident that spending time with her would definitely help me forget all of the emotions I had for Elizabeth. I was very certain it was just my body playing tricks because I needed to let off steam. With my fling confirming her availability, I got out of my car and headed straight to my home.

I freshened up in a hurry, knowing she would be here soon. Then, I dismissed all of my staff except the chef and the house manager to help out.

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