The Birthday Deadline (Billionaire Brides) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Ella Cari
mistake.”
Suddenly, his strong, hard arms swooped out, picking me right up off my feet. I clung to him in surprise, my arms wrapping around his neck. His eyes stared straight ahead, stony and cruel.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked, as we approached the side of the ship.
All that surrounded us were grey waters, angrily twisting and lapping at the boat. There was no sign of land.
“Goodbye, Delilah.” He said with a careless shrug, throwing me easily overboard.
I screamed as I fell, eyes squeezing shut as I braced myself for the freezing, churning waters.
Instead, my body landed roughly on the ground of my bedroom, eyes popping open to stare up at the ceiling, where rays of morning light were just beginning to sneak across.
I gasped for breath, arms wrapping tight around my body as I shook.
All I knew, was that I was never setting foot on a boat again.
Chapter Six
Before I could even reach the coffee pot, a sharp banging at the door pulled my attention.
I groaned, tugging the old t-shirt I slept in farther down my thighs as I headed for the apartment door. I squinted through the peep hole, unable to see anything but an angry flash of red hair through the dented, fogged glass.
With a sigh and a longing, last glance towards the coffee machine, I tugged open the door, hoping it wasn't our landlady here to yell at us for taking showers too late in the evening again.
The woman waiting at the door stared at me blankly, black eyes wide, red eyebrows furrowed into a deep crease.
"You've got to be kidding me." She groaned, "Delilah can’t be home, right?"
“I’m Delilah…” I responded hesitantly, unsure if I wanted to be the focus of this lady’s attention. Maybe I could bribe Trisha into pretending to be me for a day.
The lady was tall, though her sharp, looming heels made her even more so. I took in the tight red bun on top of her head and the tight black dress that squeezed her thighs. Her make up and nails were done perfectly, arms slowly crossing over her chest. Everything about her was so rigid and stiff it made even me uncomfortable.
"We've got our work cut out for us, then." She sighed dramatically, "Come on now, we have places to be."
"Um." I said slowly, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"Juliet Peters." She began, sticking her hand out to shake mine instinctually. Before I could return the gesture, she'd snatched her hand backwards with a haughty sniff, "Sebastian Fox's personal assistant."
"Oh!" I said hastily in surprise, "Let me change. Can I get you anything? Come on in, make yourself at home."
She rolled her eyes, flitting her hand back towards my bedroom, "Go get ready. And make it snappy. It’s rude to make your guests wait." The redheaded woman did not step one foot inside the apartment.
I wouldn’t have made her wait if I’d had the slightest inkling that she would appear at my home.
How had Sebastian even figured out where I lived?
Though I was supposed to head into my shop today, I couldn't imagine very many people caring that I wasn't open. It was more likely than not that I would spend the day alone, wandering between the shelves and talking to the plants more than any customers. The flowers could handle themselves for one day.
Besides, Juliet Peters didn't seem like the kind of woman to take 'no' for an answer.
Quickly, I headed into my bedroom, not even sparing a glance at my waiting coffee machine. I flung off the old shirt and loose shorts I wore as soon I stepped behind the cover of my walls. Though I didn't have many options in my closet, I slid into a soft pink sundress that had loose, wavy sleeves and a billowy skirt. It was what I always wore when I was trying to be fancy, though that wasn't very often. On my feet, I slid some white flats. They were old and a little yellowed, but they were all I had besides flip flops and sneakers.
Hastily, I brushed my hair, throwing it up into a lazy bun on top of my head before rushing out of the bedroom door. Juliet
Suddenly, his strong, hard arms swooped out, picking me right up off my feet. I clung to him in surprise, my arms wrapping around his neck. His eyes stared straight ahead, stony and cruel.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked, as we approached the side of the ship.
All that surrounded us were grey waters, angrily twisting and lapping at the boat. There was no sign of land.
“Goodbye, Delilah.” He said with a careless shrug, throwing me easily overboard.
I screamed as I fell, eyes squeezing shut as I braced myself for the freezing, churning waters.
Instead, my body landed roughly on the ground of my bedroom, eyes popping open to stare up at the ceiling, where rays of morning light were just beginning to sneak across.
I gasped for breath, arms wrapping tight around my body as I shook.
All I knew, was that I was never setting foot on a boat again.
Chapter Six
Before I could even reach the coffee pot, a sharp banging at the door pulled my attention.
I groaned, tugging the old t-shirt I slept in farther down my thighs as I headed for the apartment door. I squinted through the peep hole, unable to see anything but an angry flash of red hair through the dented, fogged glass.
With a sigh and a longing, last glance towards the coffee machine, I tugged open the door, hoping it wasn't our landlady here to yell at us for taking showers too late in the evening again.
The woman waiting at the door stared at me blankly, black eyes wide, red eyebrows furrowed into a deep crease.
"You've got to be kidding me." She groaned, "Delilah can’t be home, right?"
“I’m Delilah…” I responded hesitantly, unsure if I wanted to be the focus of this lady’s attention. Maybe I could bribe Trisha into pretending to be me for a day.
The lady was tall, though her sharp, looming heels made her even more so. I took in the tight red bun on top of her head and the tight black dress that squeezed her thighs. Her make up and nails were done perfectly, arms slowly crossing over her chest. Everything about her was so rigid and stiff it made even me uncomfortable.
"We've got our work cut out for us, then." She sighed dramatically, "Come on now, we have places to be."
"Um." I said slowly, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"Juliet Peters." She began, sticking her hand out to shake mine instinctually. Before I could return the gesture, she'd snatched her hand backwards with a haughty sniff, "Sebastian Fox's personal assistant."
"Oh!" I said hastily in surprise, "Let me change. Can I get you anything? Come on in, make yourself at home."
She rolled her eyes, flitting her hand back towards my bedroom, "Go get ready. And make it snappy. It’s rude to make your guests wait." The redheaded woman did not step one foot inside the apartment.
I wouldn’t have made her wait if I’d had the slightest inkling that she would appear at my home.
How had Sebastian even figured out where I lived?
Though I was supposed to head into my shop today, I couldn't imagine very many people caring that I wasn't open. It was more likely than not that I would spend the day alone, wandering between the shelves and talking to the plants more than any customers. The flowers could handle themselves for one day.
Besides, Juliet Peters didn't seem like the kind of woman to take 'no' for an answer.
Quickly, I headed into my bedroom, not even sparing a glance at my waiting coffee machine. I flung off the old shirt and loose shorts I wore as soon I stepped behind the cover of my walls. Though I didn't have many options in my closet, I slid into a soft pink sundress that had loose, wavy sleeves and a billowy skirt. It was what I always wore when I was trying to be fancy, though that wasn't very often. On my feet, I slid some white flats. They were old and a little yellowed, but they were all I had besides flip flops and sneakers.
Hastily, I brushed my hair, throwing it up into a lazy bun on top of my head before rushing out of the bedroom door. Juliet
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