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.