In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 70

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In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 70

Rebecca’s pov

“On the scale of one to ten, what number would you rate my boobs?” I blurted out, enjoying the priceless look Emeliano shot at my direction, as he struggled to control the stirring wheel-

Pause! You might be wondering what led to the funny question? Well, why don’t we rewind to find out!

Day 9
I leaned on the door way, watching Emeliano get ready for something, something that he doesn’t want me to know… But too bad I was going to find out anyway… I had been standing here for some minutes now, looking for ways to approach him, but since I couldn’t come up with one? I decided to just follow whatever my body decides to do.

I cleared my throat dramatically, making my presence known, but Emeliano didn’t move, he continued to knot his tie and ignore me, so I went straight to his direction, standing right in front of him.

“Boy boy, look at you- all dressed up and ready to go out… Where are you going?” I asked, he still didn’t look at me, continuing to ignore me.

“So, I guess it’s ignore Rebecca day… Awesome… Where are you going? A party? A wedding? Church? A funeral? Your wedding? Ignore Rebecca day’s function?”

He sighed and looked up at me, dropping his perfectly knot tie and shaking his head with a look of disapproval on face.

My eyes caught the invitation card on the table. He seemed to notice that my eyes were concentrated on the invitation card, so i was quick to reach it before he could.

“Give it!” He warned.

“No I won’t… Hmm let’s see… Oh, it’s a business party- why did I even think it was a normal party, I mean, who in their right minds would invite you to a party?”

He only glared, moving from one feet to another impatiently… “Oh, it’s also a plus one card! Who are you taking?” I asked him.

“Give me the d--n card!”
“Are you going alone?” I asked, ignoring his demanding voice.

“Yes.”
“That’s just sad… You have no one to go with-well, cheer up! I’m free for tonight, I’ll come along.” I grinned at him.

“No… No you won’t.” He said.
“Yes… Yes I will.” I replied, slapping the invitation card to his chest and walking to the closet… “I’ll wear my best gown.” I beamed.

I didn’t want to go anywhere with him, but, I wouldn’t want to miss a chance to annoy him either, and I love parties and hall decorations, so… It’s a one of a kind opportunity to fill my eyes.

“I don’t want you to come.”
“When have I ever paid heed to what you want and what you don’t want?” I asked with a Shrug and a smile. “Wait for me.” I hurried off to change into a more beautiful gown… It was a crimson dark armless gown that hugged my curves from my upper body and flowed A shaped to my knees… I quickly fixed my hair, making it fall on either side of my face and back. Well for make up, I actually did nothing… I don’t like that thing ! Makes my face heavy and unreal! I know, I should at least dab some powder on my face and blah blah blah, but I’m not the, I- want -to go -the- rest room -to -powder my- nose girl … Weird… I know.