Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 303

“Can today?” she adds.

So I sag further on an audible groan as I don’t want to end my shitty week with the client at all. I practically started it with her on Monday, and I’ve had a mid-week interlude on Wednesday.

Anyway, it’s three in the afternoon.

Does she think she’s my only client?

So I wouldn’t mind, but she spends ten minutes clarifying what has already been clarified, then the next hour feeding me endless cups of tea and trying to convince me to join her for drinks.

“I’m so sorry Miss Yi. Today I really can’t,” I say.

“Huh?” She sounds irritated.

“Yeah, How about this Monday?” I suggest.

“Hmm. Okay then. We’ll do Monday. Is nine okay?” She asks.

“Yes, sure.” I flick through my notes and write her in.

“Alright, See you on Monday then,” She’s back to her cheerful self.

“Thanks, Miss Yi,” I hang up and glance at the clock.

Another hour and I can escape. So I drag my exhausted body up the stairs to my best friend home and head straight for the kitchen, opening the fridge and being immediately confronted with a bottle of my favourite red wine. I just look at it and I don’t know how long I’ve been like that but my eyes are fixed on it at fourth five degrees.

Until it takes the sound of a very familiar voice to pull my eyes away, and I turn seeing SiSi, but hers wasn’t the familiar voice that caught my attention.

And my brother walks in as they both look as guilty as they did.

“Oh. What’s going on here?” I asked, slamming the fridge door.

SiSi got flinches but remains quiet. My brother doesn’t, though.

“Listen! This is none of your business. You should just stay put,” he snipes, slipping his hand around SiSi waist from behind, and then kissing her cheek.

This is the first time after I’ve seen or spoken to him since my wedding past, and it’s not playing out to be a happy reunion, either.

He frowns at me.

“Instead maybe I should be the one to ask you what’s going on and why are you here?” He counters.

I freeze in position and flick wide eyes to SiSi, catching her very faint head shake.

Yes. She doesn’t tell him.

“Just a visit by after work.” I return my eyes to my brother.

“Then when are you going back to M country?” I ask.

“No date confirmed yet. I’m going,” He shrugs, brushing my question off rapidly.

“Bye!” I spit, turning and re-opening the fridge to grab that bottle of wine.

It shouldn’t be happening, given my current state of affairs, but I can’t help interfering on this.

SiSi is asking for trouble, and I’m liking my brother less and less by the day.

Gosh! I never thought I’d be glad to see him. So I ignore the exchange of goodbyes going on behind me and focus my attention on pouring a big glass of wine.

By the time I’ve sipped half, I hear footsteps going down the stairs, and I turn to face my stupid head friend.

“Are you f**king mad?” I wave my wine glass at her.

“Yeah. Probably,” she grumbles, sitting herself down on a chair and signalling for some wine.

“So how are your feeling today?” She asks.

“I’m so well,” I grab another glass and pour some, passing it over the table to her.

“Do you know that you are getting yourself in a mess?” I ask.

She scoffs and takes a quick slurp.

“To compare mine and yours, should we re-evaluate whose more bad situation here? Excuse me, Madam Feng!” She called upon mine.

“Yours is the one who’s been married for less than a week, has left your husband and got knocked up. So better mind on your own my darling!” She accused.

I recoil at her harshness as she eyes up the glass I’m clenching. I’m instantly on the defence.

“Hey! At least I found out I got pregnant in a week, Don’t you know some wifey don’t even find out until they’re three months.” I’m trying to dampen down the burning guilt that’s simmering in my gut.

She gets up, climbs onto the kitchen bench to sit.

“A few drinks won’t hurt you, not that it matters,” she says, opening the kitchen window and draping her arm over the ledge.

“Won’t hurt?” I frown and take a more reluctant sip.

“So you’re not having the baby, aren’t you?” She raises her brows at me.

The insensitive words spike at my conscience, but it doesn’t stop me slurping more wine. I think I’m more in denial now than I ever was.

“Yes,” I mutter, sinking onto a chair, my thoughts wandering off somewhere.

“Hmm, the baby deserves to see the world, my dear. But…” SiSi assertive tone snaps me from my reverie.

“We’re going out.” She declares.

“Where?” I blurt.

That’s the last thing I want to do.

“Yes, I’m not letting you mope around any longer. Has he called?” She takes a drag of her fag and looks at me expectantly.

I wish I could say yes.

“No,��� I tells.

Her lips purse and I know she’s thinking it’s strange, too.

“Go get your stink fresh. We’re going for a quiet drink, not too much, though.” she looks at my glass.

“I don’t think so,” I shake my head, her further last words eating me up inside.

She sighs and gets the window closing it and lowering herself down.

“We have too. We’ve not been out together for weeks. Just a sensible glass, and a chat which no about men. Will just only two of us like old times, before all of these men got between us.” By the old times, she means.

We always did have some laughs in those before Feng Teng turned my life upside down.

“Alright then,” I get up from the table.

“SiSi. You’re right. Then I’ll get ready.” I agreed.

“Good girl, this is my real Wei Wei,” She exclaims her excited.

“Oh Thank you for not telling my brother why I’m here,” I say.

She smiles and we leave the kitchen together to get ready for our a quiet drink and a chat without a man.

Actually Feng Teng was constantly on my mind, and I’m trying my hardest to put him to the back, but when we walk into the street to our favourite bar cafe in the past and the first person I see is Lee, the doorman, so I give in.

He frowns at me as I walk past, dropping all conversation with a fellow guard, but I proceed to the bar without a word to the curious skinhead.

“Same?” SiSi asks as she muscles in at the table bar.

“Yes. Please,” I cast my eyes around our preferred watering hole and immediately spot Fu heng and Yi Lan.

And I don’t even feel bad for being disappointed that they’re here. So I tap SiSi on the shoulder and she turns her head slightly.

“Did you know they would be here?” I ask.

“Who?” She asks.

I nod in the direction of my colleagues friend who is dancing over there at the dance floor. Gosh! They have no idea what’s happening in my life.

“Fu Heng and Yi Lan,” I quip dryly.

I can tell by SiSi eye roll that she didn’t know about them here.

Just then, they come to us as they spot us too.

“How goo we meet here?” Fu Heng, stroking my midriff.

“Besties evening,” I take the glass being handed over SiSi shoulder.

Just then,

“You okay?” I ask Yi Lan.

She fluffs her hair and sweeps it over her shoulder.

“Very. Amazing.” She ensures.

Oh? Not good or great, but amazing?

“That good?” I ask, wishing she could transfer some of that amazing over to me.

“Yes, that good.”She giggles.

“This girl she’s in love again. That’s why,” Fu Heng nudges Yi Lan in the side, spiking a heavy scowl from the other girl.

“No! I’m not, and that’s rich, coming from the man-whore here!” Suddenly Yi Lan counter.

Fu Heng then looks genuinely shocked, and for the first time in days, I laugh.

It feels good.

SiSi joins us, and with a lack of free tables, we just stand near the bar, chatting.

Hmm, even I tried to distract my self with my friend now, still, Feng Teng is floating around in my mind, of course, but my cunning best friend is doing a great job of distracting me for a while.

Just not until I look up and see him.

My Great and Perfect figure of my husband, Feng Teng. Standing across out table. My heart doesn’t speed up… it stops. I’ve not seen him since last week, and if it’s even possible, he looks more devastating than ever.

Just I know immediately that Lee has called him, and I also know I’m probably going to be dragged out from the bar, but that doesn’t stop my eyes from slowly dragging up his trouser, onto his white shirt, up to his neck and finally onto his face, the one I miss the most, that sends my eyes delirious with pleasure again and again even though when I’m mad with him. He still the same.

Feng Teng doesn’t look mad and he doesn’t look like he’s been drinking. He looks fresh, healthy and as spectacular as ever. And every other woman in here will think so, too.

They must have noticed this breath-taking male, who’s striding across the bar, some even following him.

His sparkling eyes land on me briefly and my heart resumes beating… in a very fast. His face is expressionless as he stares at me for a few seconds before he slowly pulling his gaze away without so much as an acknowledgement to my presence.

Then he continues to the bar with a flurry of women in tow.

Damn it!

I’m crushed, my racing mind thinking up all sorts of explanations for his quiet absence over this week where he’s could be, what he’s been doing.

Now all clear to me, he’s not mourning his loss.

He looks arrogant, confident and sickeningly handsome just like he did on the day I met him.

They are all familiar traits to me, but right now, they are all enhanced. He knows the effect he’s having on me and all of the other women dribbling at his heels.

Uncertainty and raging jealously are strangling me, and I’m still staring at him, watching as he assaults the women surrounding him with that f**king face, making them disintegrate on the spot.