Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Your beauty was too blinding. I didn’t want to have an accident while driving, so I reduced it. Now, I see better, any other question,” He answered flawlessly.
“What a sweet talker!” Anabelle scoffed, even though she was flattered by his antics.
Julie smiled, stepping closer
Anabelle took a step back, “What do you want to reset now,” She accused him fiercely.
However, Julie simply reached out and steadied her by placing both hands on her shoulder, before lowering his head and pecked her on the cheeks saying, “You look beautiful tonight,”
As if she ran a marathon, Anabelle’s heart began to pound so hard it wouldn’t be surprising if Julie could hear it as well.
“Let’s go,” Anabelle suddenly became low and meek while a blush crept up her face.
“Sure,” Julie took her hand and interlocked it together as they walked out of the house.
Anabelle didn’t need to bother her parents about her leaving since they hardly stayed at her these stays. Her father had a mountain of work to face thanks to the numerous breaks he’s taken lately and Camille wasn’t left out either. She wondered when they would have the time to give her a baby sister.
“Ladies first,” Julie helped her into the car.
“Thank you,” Anabelle smiled at him. At least chivalry was not lost forever. Isabella would hear every one of her adventures tonight – she would fill her ears with it. Yeah, baby, Anabelle was no longer single.
Julie drove to a fancy restaurant – which was Anabelle’s dream. She had always wanted her dream guy to take her to fancy dinners, bring her flowers – which he failed to do today – call her sweet names, and whisper sweet nothings to her. Yeah, she wanted a fairytale love, was that too hard to ask?
Upon reaching their reserved table, Julie helped pulled out a seat for her like a true gentleman as she sat and he sat down as well, just as the waiter handed the menu book to them.
Anabelle was still going over the food when she heard Julie say to the waiter, “I want a Concombre a la Menthe,”
Her brow raised interestedly, “You speak french?”
“You do too?” He was surprised.
“Je pensais que j’étais le seul geek ici?” She tested him in french [Meaning: I thought I was the only geeky one here?]
“Parler fran?ais ne te rend pas geek, ?a te rend sexy,” was his answer.
[Meaning: Speaking French doesn’t make you geeky, it makes you sexy]
“Tu es un homme après mon Coeur,”
Anabelle said, a blush creeping up to her neck and face. [Meaning: You’re a man after my heart]
This was the first time she was outwardly flirting with her love interest. When she had been with Pedro, it was more of a brotherly/ sisterly relationship. Though they dated, there were still boundaries they didn’t cross because it felt weird – and guilty. Well, Anabelle, focus on your date tonight.
“And now if you would make a choice mademoiselle, this old man would love to be excused from your company,” Said the old man quite flushed from their flirting.
The third point of view:
Before their date was over, Anabelle realized she had more in common with Julie than she thought like their love of French foods and music. Unlike her who only knew French because she had lived there with her mother when she was young, Anabelle discovered Julie could speak five other languages flawlessly; Spanish, Mandarin, Russian, Arabic, and Korean. He was simply amazing.
“Wow,” Anabelle was blown away, “How were you able to master them so well?” she still couldn’t believe it. The boy was a genius.
“Well, my mother was of Russian descent hence it wasn’t hard to pick up that one. Mandarin and Arabic were learned during my vocations since grandfather travel a lot. I had no option but to learn Spanish since most of our business partners come from there,”
“And Korean?” She reminded him.
“Well, it sounds crazy but I stumbled upon one of their boy groups online and heard their songs and ever since then, made it a life mission to learn it just so I could sing along to the lyrics. Besides, it sounds kind of cool,”
“Oh really? I bet you wooed one of the girls with it,” Anabelle joked yet felt a tinge of jealousy inside of her.
“Jiltu hal ttae gwiyeowo boyeo,” Julie said suddenly.
Anabelle’s brows furrowed, “What does that mean?” She asked
“It means you look cute when you’re jealous,”
She scowled at him, “I’m not jealous,”
“Really?” he cocked a brow at her
“I’m not. I don’t care whether you spoke cute Koreans to girls at all,” she wrapped her arms across her shoulder sternly.
Julie simply smiled, then took her hand in his, “You don’t need to worry about my past since you’re the only one I’ll be speaking sweet Koreans to from now on. How does that sound?” he promised her.
“Whatever,” she looked away, yet her heart bubbled with anticipation at the thought. Julie was hers now and no other lady would hear him speak Korean again forever and ever.
However, as if the universe wanted to play her around, an exciting voice chipped from behind, “Oh my God, Julie, is that you?!”
Both couples turned around and for the first time,?Anabelle had never been intimidated in her life than that moment.
The girl in question who had called Julie was in one word, a well “endowed” woman – note that word. She looked like those uniformly top-heavy female characters from those Japanese animes. The girl was sensuously curvy with a voluminous buttock even though she had a long silhouette and Of course a large burst.
It was quite amusing to Anabelle that Julie had been complaining about her little cleavage exposure today when the lady’s own breast was clearly straining against her dress. Judging from her appearance, it doesn’t seem like Julie had been bitching about her exposure when they had been together.
Unconsciously, Anabelle’s sight lingered on the girl’s DD cup breast before her sight returned to her A-cup ones, and let’s just say, her morale was instantly crushed. What did Julie even see in her?
Meanwhile, unknown to Anabelle, Julie was in an uncomfortable position, where had this great demoness appeared from?
“Julie, is that you?” The girl went over to him excitedly, “It’s me Sara remember?”
“No, I don’t,” He lied through his teeth, hoping the little fly would leave him alone having seen the way Anabelle’s gaze darkened. Right now, it was obvious that she was jealous and angry.