The Billionaire's Games

flight and it was first class. Beige leather seats in their own cubicle with a nice HD screen across it to watch movies. My cubicle was right next to Evan's, but there was a

were undone, showing off his skin. I couldn't help but stare and he noticed. Thankfully he didn't comment on it, I suppose he was

get comfortable,

gers through my hair I made sure all the knots were out of it and shook it a few tim

mfortable is letting your hair down, kic

Tokyo for three months." I put my laptop beside me, making sure it was safe on the small table and got on my knees on my se

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l aware Evan could make things work in small spaces. Trying to brush it off I looked back at the woman and smiled as she took our picture. She handed me back my phone, throwing another flirty look over her shoulder as she disappeared to the hall which led to the bathrooms. Quickly getting off Evan's lap I pretended not to see anything. Taking a seat in my cubicle I focused on getting the picture online even though the WIFI was crap. Glancing up from my phone I noticed Evan following into the direction of the f

I asked him, not being able

one." He admitted to me, "I got her number thou

e on my own, Evan. It's not me you sh

e, so how is your blo

ntences." I glanced back at

oved hearing him talk about it because he was actually happy, his eyes warming up eve

Emily g

I was the one who pushed them to be together. I'm also her partner in cri

causing trouble for

t that, "Yea

the latest gossip knew about his crazy wife. She was engaged to an up and coming actor and was all over the tabloids. I didn't know Chris personally, but I felt sorry for him. First, he had to deal with a wife who threw him aside without notice, appearing everywhere stating she wanted to get back together with Nicolas

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wo attendants. The women both bowed in greeting as we entered. Evan told me to stay put as he headed to the front desk. He came with two keys, handing me my key. We took the

make yourse

ound the coffee table and held up a card, "And the password to your WIFI, you're good to go." He walked past m

much material online as possible. Pictures and blog posts, everything I could do on my end, maybe even a vlog for the website. Going over the list of things I could do for Nick I turned my phone back on, startled by how many messages I had. A few from my girlfriends, but

his phone, "I do not apprecia

't drop everything just to ho

ut I refused to cry. I was allowed to live my life the way

p with some random guy. But even if I did, it would s

ing on everything I did. I didn't even understand how he saw that picture. Probably my mother showed him. She had no opinion of her own, always si

ho is t

fri

endly with all y

with my friend and we're going to attend a party and a whole lot of pictures are

up and the other filled with hair and face products. I laid the clothes out on my bed, grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom to freshen up. I would deal with everything tomorrow. I was in a bad mood and wan