In the billionaire’s bed [completed] Season 2

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In the billionaire’s bed [completed] Season 2

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Was she with him while she was with me?
That was almost too impossible because she didn’t go out, I mean, she was really scared of going out. More like, she acted like she was scared of going out.

Honestly, I don’t even know what is real or what is fake anymore. My brain needed rest. when I found out about this business trip to Paris, I was actually glad because I needed space from the whole game of betrayal going on in Orlando. I needed extra time to think things through. Time away from Rebecca and her so called family.

Time away from anyone or anything familiar to me.

“Sir, we’re here already.” The driver announced.

My eyes opened up immediately, and with a sigh, I got out of the car, my eyes connected with the penthouse that was assigned to me few days before the trip was planned. It was still a wonder to me, how they would have planned everything so quick.
The driver took my luggages from the car and walked ahead of me.

Walking gently behind him, I picked up my phone to call Piper. She picked up on the fourth ring.

“Hey. Are you at the penthouse already?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m about to walk in… Have you emailed the schedule and the work setting to me?”

“Yes, everything is set.”
“Great, I still don’t buy your reason for not coming with me cause last time I checked, you have always wanted to travel to Paris.”
“I have to take care of things here, with the Lewis’s trying to rid you of your company, we can’t take any chances you know.”
“Alright, whatever… I’ll call you back once I’ve settled in.”
“Sure… Good luck.”
“Yeah.” I muttered, disconnecting the phone, Wondering why she was wishing me good luck.

I walked into the building with ease but it all stopped.

My thoughts stopped.

My brain rebooted, my heart dropped low in my stomach, causing my eyes to widen as they settled completely on a certain someone, that certain someone being Rebecca f-----g
Lewis.

What in the-
She was there, arguing with the receptionist at the lobby.

My footsteps trailed off as I continued to move closer. My heart hammered wickedly against my ribcage, my strong front was crumbling slowly as I got closer.

What the hell is she doing here? Why- why is she here?

She turned to my direction, her eyes widened as she noticed me.
“Holy Lord of Moses.” She let out. “Don’t tell me this is the guy I’m going to be spending over two weeks with?” She asked the receptionist.

“I’m afraid so.” The young confused looking guy replied. “Welcome Mr. Emeliano.”

I couldn’t even respond. My brain was busy spiralling with questions.
“Unbelievable. There’s no other suite available? Come on… This has to be some kind of mistake. I paid for this penthouse for like weeks ago.”

“There was a mix up, Miss Lewis, this doesn’t really happen around here, but I’ve checked the records and everything… They booked the penthouse for the both of you.”

I cleared my head after listening to the last statement. “What? What is going on here?”
“There has been a mix up sir, the penthouse was registered in both of your names, I have reviewed every book here but – I don’t really understand, this never happens.”
Did Piper do this? She would never set me up like this, would she?
“Holy Lord of Moses.” Rebecca gritted out. “Are you responsible for this Emeliano?”

I turned to give her a confused look. “Why would you even think I’d want to spend even a second with you?”
“Well, I don’t know, maybe cause you’re a really complicated person! And besides, this thing doesn’t happen out of the blue, so you’re behind this.”
I scoffed, getting annoyed. “Are you even listening to yourself, Miss Lewis… I didn’t even know you were coming to Paris and that too, to this same organization, if I had known-”

“Oh spear me the bull talk. I know you’re behind this, I really don’t want to argue about this anymore Cause I’m going to stay at a hotel.”
“Don’t bother, I’ll leave.” I said, glaring over at her direction as I pulled my phone from my pocket, dialing Piper’s number.
It went straight into voice mail.
Great. No. Awesome!

“The penthouse is big enough for the both of-” the receptionist stopped talking when I sent a death glare towards his direction.
“I am not spending over two weeks with this witch, don’t you have any other reservations for situations like this?”
“I’m sorry sir, but we’re booked, and I’d advice you not to bother yourself about looking for a nearby hotel, this is Paris and this is the time of the year when every hotel is packed, except the cheap ones.” The receptionist said.

“This is so unprofessional. Why would your company make such a terrible mistake?” Rebecca complained.

I tried my best to not focus on her direction.
“You know what? I am exhausted and I really don’t have time to stand here and discuss how you got the booking mixed up.” I said, turning to the luggage guy. “Take my luggages to the suite.”
“I’m not going to accept this. There’s no way I’m spending three to two weeks with you!” Rebecca said.

“I really don’t care what you think. Or do. But I do have to warn you. If you decide to stay in too, stick to your business and I’ll stick to mine.” I said to her before making my way to the suite.

There goes my few weeks of peace people, just like that, it went down the deep dark drain.

This is going to be a long two weeks. A very long torturing two weeks.
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