You Can't Buy My Love novel Chapter 8

Nolan's POV

"What do you think your doing?" My Father asked, seemingly furious with me. "You think life is some kind of... funny game?" He asked, his gray hairs trembling.

"Dad. What happened? This isn't a joke." I told him, and he eyed me with close scrutiny.

"I know you, you little bastard. This better not be a game." He threatened, and for a second I almost called the whole thing off.

"Dad. Olivia and I are married. She lives with me now, and I made her my wife." I said with a straight face.

"Is she pregnant?" He asked.

"Ew! Dad that's gross." I answered, balling my face up in disgust. Before the conversation could end, I saw a very angry Olivia stomping towards me. "Whoa, what's wrong?" I asked her nervously.

"Noel," she said in a low, stern tone. "I need to talk to you... over there." She said, pointing away from everyone.

"Okay... honey..." I laughed nervously, looking over at my Dad who looked both curious and amused. "Women," I mouthed to him, mocking an annoyed look.

I followed her away from everyone, and she did not look happy. At. All. "So I had an interesting talk with your brother." She said, folding her arms over her chest.

"And?" I asked, putting my hand in the back of my neck.

"And... you said some pretty hurtful things. And I'm glad to know how you really feel. Let's not forget, you're paying me, but this is a business deal. You're not going to turn your nose up at me." She said, rolling her eyes. "You spoiled little rich boy!" She poked me in the chest with every word, and I blinked in shock. No woman had ever talked to me like that before.

Every woman I'd ever been with, waited on me hand and foot. They practically threw their panties at me. But here Olivia was, defending her own honor and standing up to me.

"Okay." I muttered under my breath, feeling like a scolded child.

"Your money does not make you better than me, Nolan." She said sternly, sighing heavily. "I'm going to the restroom." With that, she stormed off, and I couldn't help but watch her leave.

I am going to kill my brother.

I headed back to our table, where Ben was staring smugly at me. "Hello brother."

"How could you do this?" I asked him in annoyance. "You just made her not like me!"

"Good. You deserve it." He smirked, ordering food off the menu from the now emerged waiter. "She deserves to know how you really feel about her."

I couldn't continue yelling at him, because my Father had gotten off his phone call, and was headed back to the table. "Well, Noel. I have to admit, at first I thought you were joking but I have to say I'm convinced."