In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 116

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In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 116

Rebecca’s POV
Week 1
I was too scared to reply.
I was too chicken to even say a word! All I could do was hang up right after he made his name known. And that simple action had been eating me up through out the weekend! I could have said something, maybe throw in a little insult and tell him to go sU-Ck whatever is sU-Ckable. But I just dropped the call.
Sighing, I pulled my hair up in a bun. More like in a messy tangled, complicated bun.
“What are you thinking about?” Emeliano’s voice made me jump.
“Me? You wouldn’t believe me if I told you?” I smiled, walking over to him and wrapping my hand around his shoulders.
“Try me.” He said with the hint of a smile.
“Okay, I’ve been thinking about my father. Rafael.” I said, watching his expression turn from normal to deadly.

“What?” He frowned, looking confused.
I swallowed, “Yeah… He has been on my mind since like… Last week.”
“Last week? Why are you even thinking about him?” He asked, pulling my arm from his shoulder.

“I don’t know… Ever since I got a call from him.”

Emeliano shot up, making me pull back on impulse. his eyes widening in shock. “What?! He called you?”

“Yes? Why?”
“Why? I can’t believe you’re asking me that right now. Rafael is bad news, you shouldn’t be receiving calls from him.”
“Its no big deal, Emeliano. it was bound to happen. He’s my father, I’m his daughter, we live in Orlando… We’re bound to communicate-”

“No, you’re not! You don’t understand.” Emeliano said, looking really confused as he raked his hands through his hair.

“I don’t understand what? Is something going on Emeliano?” I had to ask.
His shoulders tensed up, but he was quick to regain his composure.

“No, why would you think that?” He asked, suddenly looking nervous.

“Cause you’re acting like something is actually going on… Did you meet with him?” I approached the issue carefully, knowing it was still a tender issue for him.
He paused.

“Emeliano?” I called out his name cause he looked like he wasn’t even in the room with me again.

“No… I didn’t meet with him.” He struggled out, licking his dried lips.
“If you did, you’d tell me right?”