Page 52 of Taming the Elusive Billionaire

Ella chuckled and lay down on the bed beside me. “I wasn’t that bad to them, and I am yet to break Phil’s heart.”

I reached out my hand and touched her gently on the arm. “I am rooting for you.”

Ella smiled and turned towards me. “Don’t tell anybody, but he said he wants us to get married as soon as possible.”

I opened my eyes wide with shock, “Ummm, what?”

“Shhhhh.” Ella groaned, covering my mouth, “Be quiet! God, you can’t keep a secret to save your life.”

“I am sorry, but it’s. . . I . . .” I began, not knowing the word to describe it.

“Early, you mean?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

“I felt the same, at first, but he said he was in love with me at first sight. And, well, I love him too, and he should know better than to play with the heart of a Blackwood.”

“In love? The both of you? It’s been what, weeks?” I asked almost horrified. “Mason’s only sister, for that matter. What do you think he will say when he finds out?”

Ella paused and began to bite her nails. “I am sure he will be thrilled for me to finally be someone else’s problem! Ha, ha!”

I smiled wearily, stretched my hand touched her gently on the cheeks. “You do think so poorly of your brother.” My smile changed to a big smile, and I said to Ella, “Well, as your best friend, I am not here to judge you. If you are happy and in love, then I am so happy for you. But, holy shit, that’s fast!” I chuckled.

Ella turned and looked at the ceiling and shrugged. “I know, but you can’t blame me. Mason is so unpredictable sometimes, and we fight constantly.”

“He surely still loves you. You are his only sibling.”

“Now you made mention of that, you know I have a confession to make,” Ella said, covering her face again.

“What confession.”

“Promise me first. You won’t get angry.”

“No.”

“Please,” she begged. “I can’t hide it anymore.”

I took a deep breath and raised my face at her. “All right, what’s that.”

Slowly, she began to inch away from the bed. “I don’t want you to be sick, but I am secretly happy, only because you are forced to stay longer.”

“What?” I cried and took a pillow. “Ella Blackwood, you could have just asked me to stay longer,” I shouted as I stood from the bed, waiting for the right moment to throw the pillow.

“You promised not to get angry,” she cried as she climbed down from the bed, waiting for me to throw it so she could dodge it.

I clinched the pillow tightly. “Two weeks, Ella, I told you two freaking weeks!” I cried as I launched the first pillow, but she dodged it. I quickly grabbed another one and waited. “I will kill you.”

“You are sick.”

“I will have to kill you before I die then.” I threw the next pillow, and immediately, the door opened, and the pillow aimed right at the head of Mason, who was making his way into the room alongside the other staff.

I sat on the bed, panting, while Ella moved toward the side of the bed, biting her nails while staring at her brother.

Without uttering a word, Mason bent, picked up the pillow, and began to walk toward us, glaring at me and his sister.

“What part of resting and no extra work did you not understand?”

“We were just—”

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