Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
George was tempted to ignore that rude man’s call – he was older than Eden and yet Eden could not respect him as an elder – but that would seem childish.
“Hello,” He picked at last.
“Hello. We need to talk,”
“Yes, we need to talk,” George concurred. He’d let his dear grandchild have what he wants if that would keep him happy. Moreover, kids nowadays no longer last in a relationship, he bet Julie would be disinterested in her in a few months. Why was he so headstrong in the first place when this could have been solved easily.
“Where do we meet?” Eden asked from the other line.
“At my place,” was George’s decision.
“Why there? What if you’re planning on getting me killed?”
George laughed, “I get to choose because I’m older than you, punk! And do you think I’ll invite you to a place that would be traceable to me?” Eden was a man of influence and had underground ties – he’s a relative to Sakuzi – his sudden disappearance would not be taken lightly.
“Fine,” He accepted grumpily, the line went dead.
George underestimated how important Anabelle was to Eden because the man arrived at his place in ten minutes! He must have raced like a mad man to get here.
The atmosphere between both men was awkward, they had gone from enemies to partners in a twinkle of an eye.
“I agree with the kids dating. What do you say?” Eden got down to business immediately.
“I also agree to the kids being together,” George finally gave consent yet he added quickly, “But on one condition,”
“What are you up to now?” Eden narrowed his gaze at him suspiciously.
“The kids can date but Isabella remains Julie’s fiancée,”
“Oh damn -! “
“Hear me out,” George stopped him mid-curse.
“Fine, say it,” Eden said through gritted teeth.
“The kids can date but if they break up after three years, his engagement with Isabella stands,”
“Isabella is not a reserve,”
“That’s my condition,”
“You’d have to discuss that with Niles and I’m sure as hell he wouldn’t agree,” Eden told him the gospel truth.
“But Isabella would,” George smirked, “She might appear uncaring but the girl would do anything for family,”
“You’re evil,” Eden groaned.
“It’s called business,”
“Fine,” Eden gave in but then, there was another problem, “How do we contact the kids?”
George grinned at him, Eden shivered. He didn’t like that look at all.
“What?” He was uncomfortable.
“Not if we can send them on a love trip to Lincolnshire,”
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The third point of view:
Pedro stirred from his sleep yet didn’t open his eyes – he wanted to laze around for a few moments. He felt a body by his side and instinctively knew it was Isabella.
A contented smile tugging his lips, he reached out and warped his arm possessively around her waist and leaned closer, her back turned to him. His hand lying on her waist traced up to her chest, intending to get a quick feel of her boobs when his brows furrowed in confusion. Where did her breasts go?
Julie was having his beauty sleep when he felt a “welcomed” disturbance. Warm arms circled his waist and he didn’t protest knowing it was probably his girlfriend, Anabelle. A smile tugged his lips, guess someone was restless this morning.
He could have reacted but Julie didn’t say a word nor move a muscle; he pretended to be asleep. He wanted to test out if Anabelle’s character implant from last night was carried over to a new day – she had to be the one to make the first move.
It was hard to remain still with the way her hands were traveling over his body but he forced himself to submit. It was a little sacrifice for the greater good. So when her hands went to his chest and squeezed his nipple, he stifled a moan. God this was so good. However, something happened.
Although her movements were exciting, Julie couldn’t help but think that she was searching for something on his chest. But what? Suddenly, the hands on his chest froze in its movement and that was when it hit him as well.
Those hands were too big and callous for Anabelle. Oh no.
At once, Julie’s eyes popped open the same time Pedro’s did as well. He turned around with lightning speed, a disturbing premonition tugging at the pit of his belly. He had a bad feeling about this. And as expected. He was right. Anabelle wasn’t on the bed Anabelle but her ex, Pedro.
“Ahhh!!!!!”
Both men shrieked, scrambling off the bed as if they had seen the devil himself.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” Pedro shrieked, shooting up to his feet. Shock, disbelief, and anger all mixed into one, crossing his gaze. What the hell had happened last night?
“I should be the one asking you about that, pervert!” Julie retorted, up on his feet as he checked his body for signs of assault.
“Pervert?” Pedro couldn’t believe what he just heard, “Did you just call me a pervert?”
“What am I supposed to call you then? Dude, you fucking harassed me – you touched my nipple!”