In the billionaire’s bed - Season 2 - Episode 3

4 years ago

In the billionaire’s bed - Season 2 - Episode 3

But hey! It’s not time to give up yet.
Annoy, charm and stick to the plan.

I went through the same path he went through and as I suspected, he was in a small bar stand in the sitting room, drinking wine and focusing on his phone.

What the hell is on that phone anyway? He’s always texting, who is he texting? Jane?
Oh my lord, it could be Jane.

But why would he be texting her? Even though it wasn’t Jane, who could he possibly be texting?

Only one way to find out.

I went further to his direction, picked a stool chair and sat beside him.

He didn’t even turn to acknowledge my presence.

“So, about the rules-”
“I’m busy.” He said, still typing away on his phone.

“You look like you’re texting someone. How does that make you busy?” I asked.
“I’m texting a person who is actually more important than you are, or ever was- so… I’m busy.”
Sting.

BIG STING.
“Jane? Your supposed wife to be? ” I asked.
He turned to face me with a hard look. “Yes. So?”
I looked away, trying to hide the obvious hurt in my eyes. Why would he be talking to her? I thought Piper said she was married to someone else? Why would she still be in contact with Emeliano? Why is he still talking to her?

Why does this seem like a mistake, if I had told him about the plan, he wouldn’t hate me so much, he would have understood.. would he?
“Nothing, it’s not like I care anyway.” I muttered, grabbed his wine and drank it all in one gulp.
Emeliano’s eyes widened.
“There’s over forty percent of alcohol in that.” He yelled, grabbing the glass from my grip. “Are you crazy? You’re pregnant. before you act, think of the baby.” He yelled on.
Something inside me warmed up, maybe it was the baby curling up at her father’s overly protective behavior. It was almost as if he knew the baby was his. Did Piper tell him? She wouldn’t… Would she?
God! So many questions without answers.
“What?” Emeliano snapped, bringing me out of my daze.
Swallowing, I turned from him, grabbing the bottle of wine quickly, chugging as much wine as I can before Emeliano grabbed the bottle from my grip. “Have you finally gone mad?”
“I’ve always been like this.” I said.
“You don’t take alcohol.” He stated.
I turned to face him, dead set on the eye. “You don’t know me.”
He went quiet, eyes still on mine. “I do know you.” He said. “You’re a shitty mother! A shitty mother who doesn’t give two fu-Cks about the other life growing inside of her.”
“What do you care?” I yelled a little. “It’s not like the child is yours.”
“It doesn’t have to be mine before I show concern, it’s not a play toy Rebecca… It’s a child, a human being just like you. If you’re careless about everything, don’t be careless about this one good thing.” He argued.
Pulling the bottle off the table and getting up.
I watched him walk away from me.
Annoy. Check.

Back to first names. Check.
Am I hurt? Double check.
D--n, this is actually going to be harder than I thought.
Really hard.
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