In the billionaire’s bed - Season 2 - Episode 4

4 years ago

In the billionaire’s bed - Season 2 - Episode 4

Rebecca’s pov

Week 9- Day 5 in Paris.
I hummed as I flipped the pancakes to the other side of the pan, watching it turn into a magnificent looking piece. I smiled, biting my lower lip as I took the already ready pancake, and placed it on a clean plate.
So far so not good.

Emeliano avoided me like humans avoiding walkers from the walking dead. Anytime I thought I would see him, I’d end up not seeing him.

Honestly, all I wanted to do was tell him everything. But I knew he wouldn’t believe me, not even one bit.

I was tired, tired of keeping him in the dark, and I’d do anything to lay the matter in front of him… Make it less shocking and all.
That was exactly why I decided to make pancakes. Things would be more better that way, he’d listen.

That is if he doesn’t think I poisoned the pancakes.

In all, I knew it’ll all come out great.
I hoped it would.

I was risking a lot of things, a bunch of things. If Rafael comes to find out about the plan? We’re all cooked, that would be some other problem to tackle with.

Although, I knew Rafael was finding a way to rid Andrew out of the picture. I told him about the sick bastard and he promised to do something about it.

Andrew had been quiet for some time now, I was actually beginning to wonder if Rafael had done something about the issue.
Turning off the heat from the pan, I heard angry footsteps approaching the kitchen. My brows came together as Emeliano waltzed into the kitchen with a paper in his right grip.
“Who the f--k is Andrew?” He asked, glaring daggers to my direction.

My heart exploded in my chest, causing me to grip the nearest table in the most casual way possible.

“Andrew?” I asked. “Uh- he was uh- one of Jesus disciples… Why?” I asked, wondering why I wasn’t taking him serious.
All he did was continue to glare, angrily.
Wait a minute- why the hell is he asking about Andrew? Does it have to be with that paper in his hand? Did Andrew find us?
Oh lord no.

“Answer me Rebecca, I’m not joking around. Who is Andrew?” He asked again.
I sighed. “Someone I know. Why are you asking?” I asked.
He stretched the paper to my direction so I could reach it. I eyed him first before collecting the paper from him.
Hello Belle.

Sending your father to kill me wasn’t a good option, you really think you can get rid of me.
Sorry love, you should have just stayed away from your Emeliano friend.

Now I have no choice but to kick him out of the picture. Out of ‘our’ picture.
Going to Paris made things even more easier for me and complicated for you.
Enjoy your romance while it lasts, I’m always watching.
My fist cooked up the paper in a round ball as fear and anger made their way to my heart and head.

“I’m waiting for your answer Rebecca. Who the hell is Andrew and why is he throwing me death threats! What the hell did you do-”
I stopped him Midway. “We have to leave.”
“Excuse me?” He asked.
“Emeliano we don’t have time for this. Andrew is close! And Andrew being close, isn’t a good thing. He knows we’re together. I messed up, big time.”
“What the f--k are you talking about?” He asked, looking like a lost puppy.
“We have to leave.” I rushed out.
“I’m not going anywhere with you. You think I don’t know what this is? I knew this was too much of a coincidence… There’s no Andrew, you made up this letter so I’d leave this business trip right? You want to get Rafael’s dirty hands on this contract don’t you?”

“God, what are you even saying?”
“I’m saying that i’m not gonna fall for this bullshit Rebecca.”
I rubbed my temple.
“No Emeliano, you’re getting it all wrong. There’s- this- it was fake. There’s no business meeting, there’s nothing. I made Piper set it all up so we’d be together. It sounds pathetic but- I was really desperate. I’ll explain everything to you later on. We need to leave Paris-”
“Wait- this was fake? There’s no meeting?”

“Yes.”
“But Piper said-”
“I asked Piper to organize a fake meeting, look Emeliano, I’ll explain later-”
“Explain now.” He said, leaving no room for argument. I could tell by his voice that he was confused. “Who the f--k is Andrew?!”
“Andrew is- an Ex.”
“An Ex?”
“Yeah- a crazy one, he was one of the reasons why I- why I decided to- to leave you.”
This is it! I have to tell him now, there was no other way to explain it all to him.
“I don’t understand.”
“It was all a plan.” I blurted out.
“A plan? What was all a plan?”
“Everything, Me being with Mason, me leaving you, and all the make up, short tight dresses, curse words, everything that is not me… It was all fake… My words to you- everything that has happened since the day that I left you- it was all planned. Everything.”
Silence followed..

“And you expect me to believe that?”
“Yes… Cause it’s the truth… I found out about Rafael coming to see you, and it got me upset. Really upset… I wanted to put an end to everything. Rafael, my Ex from hell… I wanted to stop it all. To help.
He scoffed. “I still don’t believe you.” He said.
“What’s there not to believe? Things were getting out of hand. I had to find a solution.”
“A solution? Are you actually listening to yourself right now?” he asked with disbelief designing his words.
“I had no choice Emeliano. Andrew threatened to hurt you if I didn’t leave you. I saw an opportunity and I took it.”
“Ruining our relationship in the process.” He stated.

“Our relationship isn’t ruined-”
“Save it. I’m taking the next flight back to Orlando tomorrow. And you, stay the hell away from me.” He said, trying to walk away from me, but I blocked his path.
“I can’t just let you leave!”
“You lied to me! For weeks! You had the chance to tell me everything, but yet you lied. Why? For some kind of hero act?”