My Cold-Hearted Billioniare

fate had other plans; halfway there, the car sputtered and came to a halt. I waited, tapping my foot impatient

lf a refund from the first driver. When I finally arrived at the venu

ear. My breath caught in my throat, and without thinking, I cut the call, dialing again ju

walked toward the strikingly handsome man. "Hello, sir, you must be Mr. Rolland? I'm so sorry for

ou think I don't have better things to do?" His words hit me like a slap, and while I understood I had kept him waiting, did he really h

wouldn't have gotten here late, but no, you chose to lie and-" That was

ould lie about something like this? What could I possibly gain from tha

late and gave you my reason, yet you still choose to be a prick! Do I look like a child to you? Now let me tell y

ved the look on his face; he looked utterly shocked,

s of champagne he had ordered before my arrival, downed it in one go,

e series I had been watching, but my mind was a whi

t from my friends'? My best friend had met a perfect gentleman, while I was left with this p

at me like I was some child. I always thought I was the problem, desperately trying t

revealed a hint of skin, all while he was dating a prostitute! What do men really w

heavy with sorrow, as my best friend walked into the room. It was

rms wide for her to step into my embrace. "He is married, Barbara! He is freaking

us. She slapped me across the face and shouted, 'Stay away

ven know her! You know I love you? You're the mother of my kids, and I love you so much! She's jus

tuated by fresh tears. I knew it was just the anger talking; the Amelia I knew

a little. I hesitated, knowing that telling her the truth would only deepen her sadne

greed on a follow-up date next weekend," I replied, watching as her mood bega