I'm All Yours | B.E

Chapter Fifteen

"So?"

"Prince," Denzel sighed, putting down his empty glass on the bar and asking for a refill.

"What do you mean?"

"Each time I try to get something out of her about her past, she avoids it. I'm not gonna pressure her into telling me something she's not comfortable speaking about. On top of that I don't want it to seem like I'm using her for my own interest, that's not right."

His brow cocked up, "You've got serious intentions for her?"

"It's complicated. It was all fun at the beginning but now I am starting to feel different about her. I just..." he took a moment to think. "She's married, that's the problem. I feel like a hypocrite for divorcing Juliana because she had an affair with Kendrick behind my back when now I'm literally playing games with someone who's married. Especially when that someone is married to my lawyer."

Prince didn't rejoin anything, only watched him.

"And I don't even know how she feels about me. She could me using me for me for all I know. She knows that I like her."

"You're starting to sound like a high schooler. Be a man and ask her on a date and speak your mind. It has never been a problem for you before."

"I have to wait for her to give me a call or something or hope that she randomly decides to come down here. I don't want to risk getting her in trouble."

Prince's eyes narrowed across the room, "How about a harmless game of roulette?"

"Ehh, alright."

Andrew walked in the bedroom part of their hotel room and eyed Billie who was sitting on a couch and fixing up her eyebrows while holding a small mirror in her other hand.

"What are you getting ready for? You're not going anywhere."

She didn't reply.

His brows furrowed at her ignorance. She stood up and walked over to a windowsill. She shut her mirror closed and put it on it before pushing past him to get out.

He reached for her wrist and pulled her back.

"Andrew, don't touch me."

"What's this about?"

"Oh my God..." she whispered while throwing her head back. "Let go of my arm."

"You're not going anywhere."

Billie got out of his hold and walked away, "I am fucking done with your fucking bullshit!"

"Why the fuck are you hysterical?"

"I'm hysterical?" she turned around and raised her voice in disbelief. "If so then I think I have a fucking reason to be, no?"

He watched her for a second, stuffing his hands in his pockets before letting out a sigh full of disappointment.

"What? What?"

"Have a drink."

For a second she held herself back from screaming before his suggestion was an opportunity for her to get away from him.

"Okay, have one with me."

The good old sleeping pill trick.

"No more bets."

Prince placed his hands on the edge of the table and leaned forward whilst his eyes moved across the room. They stopped at the bar, "Denzel."

"Yeah?" he stared at the wheel spinning.

He moved closer to his ear, not getting his eyes off of her, "Look who showed up."

Denzel looked at Prince to figure out where his stare was focused.