Business Deal Between Mr And Mrs Billionaire

Chapter Thirty-Six

Bill huffed, leaning his figure against Drix's desk, with his arms crossed over his chest. “I don't get you man.”

Drix's gaze was fixed on the work on his computer. “And I don't get why you spend most of the time in my office, even when I don't ask you to.”

“Why on earth did you rush out of work?” Bill asked like he'd not even said anything.

He ensured he continued typing so Bill wouldn't get a hint on anything. “What'd you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” He stared at him in a puzzled expression. “Have you seriously started developing feelings for her?”

Immediately, his hands stopped mid-typing, and his gaze shifted to Bill. “What rubbish are you saying?”

Bill gasped, dropping his hand. “Fuck. Shit, man you really have started developing— woah.”

“Hey, asshole. What the fuck's getting out of your mouth?” He wished his heart wasn't beating so fast so he could convince himself that Bill was wrong, but his heart wouldn't comply.

“Then explain why the fuck you'd leave work and head straight to searching for her.” Bill had a knowing look on which irritated him.

He turned back to the computer, wishing he could be anywhere but there.

“How did you find out I went to search for her?” He asked in an uncharacteristic low tone.

Bill let out a chortle, then another one, as he pivoted, heading towards the couch.

“I didn't find out. You just told me.” He chuckled as he fell onto the couch.

Shit. His fucking mouth.

“Would you leave my office already?” That felt like the only way of escape at the moment, though that was probably going to bring the wrong thoughts to Bill.

“Trying to escape the conversation?”

“I have not developed feelings for her, because those emotions are as useless as food landing on sand.”

Even as he said it, it sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

But he was not, right?

He wasn't developing anything towards Reil. She was just a friend that needed his help at that moment and he knew he had to help her.

Bill stood up. “Summer seems to be coming to an end.”

That was a weird change of discussion, but Drix was grateful so he could avoid talking about it, even if it was for a moment.

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He walked out of the company, surprised when he sighted Reil's car parked in front of his.

What was she doing in his company?

He sighed, heading to the car to check if she was inside.

Just then, the door opened and she came out of it looking as stunning as ever.

She had on a dark green mid-thigh length gown that popped out her curves, showing a not-so large amount of her cleavage.

“Hey.” She said once he was standing in front of her, her heels making her almost at eye level with him.

Then he recalled her when she'd cried by the river.

She hadn't worn heels and was so much shorter than he'd expected her to be.

He wondered how she walked in heels twice her size.

“Why're you here?” He bit back a cuss at how that'd come out. Like he was annoyed to see her, when in reality, he was surprised (and excited, mostly excited).

She snorted. “I see you can't change your cold ways.”

Yeah she looked and dressed like the Reil he knew, but there was certainly something different about her that he couldn't put a finger on.

“You seem…” he stared her down from head to toe, before locking gaze with her.

“Thank you.” She randomly said, maintaining a straight expression.

“Uh…”

“I don't know what I'd have done if it wasn't for you.” She gave him a small smile. “Thanks.”

“I did it for a friend.” He regretted saying it as soon as it came out, regretting how cheesy it'd sounded.

But then his heart paced a little faster when he saw the color rise to her cheeks.

Man, what the fuck's wrong with you?

“Let's go on a walk.” She said out of the blue.

He raised a brow. “A walk? This late?”

She shrugged. “It's my way of expressing my gratitude to you. I don't want to have dinner with you and also don't want to feel indebted to you.”

“Uh…” his brain was screaming at him to refuse it.

It was certainly not safe (not that he had feelings for her or anything), he didn't want to get closer to her (and it certainly had nothing to do with how her presence made him feel).

Her stare made it even harder to refuse.

He sighed in defeat. “Well, it can't be that bad.”

She smiled. “Thanks.” It was so low, he began questioning if it was the right thing to walk alone with her in the night.

Few minutes later, they were ambling side by side on the silent streets of New York, the only noise coming from the clacking of her heels.

Their fingers brushed, sending a spark of what he wasn't sure of, down his hand.

Why had he listened to Bill and his mom? It was giving him thoughts he didn't want to have.

Not that he was developing feelings for her.

“Can I tell you something?” She suddenly broke the silence he thought would last forever.

“Like?”

She shrugged a little. “I want to tell you things no one except my family knows.” Her voice was low and soft, corresponding with the cool air.

He stared at her in surprise. “Really? Why?”

She stared straight, not even sparing him a glance. “You're the closest friend I have, I think.”

He found himself smiling. Suddenly, knowing that felt like a great achievement.

“Are you sure you want to talk to me about it?” Although he wanted to know what she had to say, he also didn't want her to say anything she might regret later.

“Yeah, I think I want you to know.”

“Okay then.”

It felt weird how their friendship was advancing to a new level.

And somehow, he preferred that advancement. It made him feel bonnie.

It was certainly not because he was developing a feeling more than friendship, because he wasn't.

Especially when she seemed to want a change in her life. He wasn't going to bring her back to her old habit.

Nope.

Never.

And he didn't like her. He didn't and was certainly not trying to convince himself that he didn't.