My Ex's Billionaire Brother Is My Temptation

y's

ars, Joe Hutton, uttered, as I sipped my lemonade, a

y glass of lemonade on the table. "Did I do someth

a breakup on the third anniversary of our re

Oriental, his favourite cafe,

, his countenance plain. "I am no

ank preceding a surprise," I said, willing myself to

do it, Emily," He continued. "I can't keep pretending to myself that our rela

ely willing he'd admit it was a prank, and he was really play

nly just got a job last week, so I haven't received my salary y

our anniversary, but that didn't matter to m

I waited this long to tell you the truth. I wanted to be sure of my fee

r social class, with a surgeon dad an

t definitely

y best friends, Janine and Abigail,

e accident at home five years ago, wh

chool and subsequently college, as none of my aunties and uncles were willi

, tears streaming down my face as I thoug

ly man who'd shown any i

had naively thought would be in

he was le

well, Emily and I hope you have a

ted the restaurant while I bawled my e

r relationship from the start, especially a

I didn't want to get my heart broken, bu

hat he wanted us to wait till

heart, because I'd never even thought I could be

Joe had probably felt sy

ep with me, he had come up with th

h, I wiped off my

der," A waiter spoke as I reached the door, and

efore walking ove

y to pay for my lemonade after bre

ly was

as the cashier hand

f the restaurant, with a heavy

could never l

rely fend for herself, and now that I finally had my life in

bus stop, I t

ened bottle of dry gin from my refrigerator along

who usually took the dry gin beca

myself a glass of dry gin and sent a mess

oke up

for different reasons, or I would have gone to eithe

Abigail was an accountant just like

aced a call to the group whi

welling up in my eyes, I

ced as the alcohol burnt my throa

d. "Are you okay? I can't believe that b

n I do? I mean, Janine warned me from the sta

se wealthy heirs are mostly always douchebags, so he knew what he was doing from the st

I can't imagine you handling this all alone. And I can't leave this project for now

aid, trying to sound nonchalant. "

ighed. "And I know how horrible that feeling is. Y

uttered. "You know how bad your hangovers get. Should I just orde

about Joe for tonight," I said. "Then tomorrow, I will start picking th

ve you and please stay sa

will try. Bye,

elf." Abigail replied, to which

ining alcohol in my glass cup

official

the bag of lingerie that I'd been

slurred, nearly falling over nothin

, leaving me to stare at my n

"a black sheer one piece, which left little t

s down my body, impressed by how perky my breasts seemed, how s

g at my reflection in the mirror. "Y

ures of myself in front of the mirror, before sta

ad to send a work file to the CEO

he file to his email before giving in to the ov