The Matchmaker and the Billionaire (MBBC#11)

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Louise Rose

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"I can't believe it," I twisted my lips as I looked at him. I chuckled without a smile, and he responded with a smirk.

"Do you hate me so much that you did not even let me win?" I felt my heart twist, and my blood rose.

He won the game even after three rounds, and he clearly stated that he didn't want me to win in this child game.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" I sighed, and my shoulder slumped.

He slightly laughed, shook his head, and used the back of his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

He's so hot, still handsome as ever, even with dirt on his face. He will be the same, and nothing will change.

"I'm not, Rosy. . . I'm very competitive." He took off his golf hat and combed his hair with his fingers.

My face frowned as reality hit me. I did my best to win this child's game. If I had known that he was good at everything, I would not have agreed to this. But of course, I can't do that. He's Rosy's client, and I am Rosy in his eyes. I have to do my job politely.

"Let's head back for some refreshments," he said while looking at the time on his wrist.

I swallowed hard, and I was feeling thirsty already. The sun is shining brightly, and the glare it gives to my skin is bitey. My sweat doesn't just drip from my forehead. It also pours from my underarms, almost like waterfalls!

I hate it! I hope I don't have a bad odor. I don't think I have that smell anyway, but who knows? How will I know? I would love to smell myself to check, but I'm too shy to do it in front of him.

He walked closer to me, which alerted me a little bit. I took a step back, feeling uncomfortable. I didn't want him to smell me.

He stops two feet away from me and bends down. I can smell his masculine scent. It's quite pleasant, even though he's sweating. He retrieves the golf ball that's near me. There are four of them.

"Okay. . ." I turned away from him first, accepting defeat. But I paused and spun back to see him. "What do you want me to do next?"

I honestly want this to end. I don't want to grow attached to him. Hendrix is not an ordinary guy with whom I could easily deal. He's a beast—a clever royalty dignified with everything. I bet his temper and attitude are hard to read.

I'm not here to adore or like him because I'm here as his matchmaker.

"I'll think about it." He shrugs his shoulder. "It's not like I will not see you again because I still have nine dates to see through, Rosy."

"Yes, that's right. I nearly forgot," I smile. "So, are we finished for the day? I will see you in two days then for your next date."

"Not so fast, Rosy. Why don't you join me for lunch? After all, the date with Vivian did not work out. The chef has already prepared the food, and it would just be a waste if nobody eats it. Come on in and join me." He took the golf club from my hand and placed it in the golf bag on the back of the golf cart.

I stood still in awe, not saying anything about his invitation. 

He was right. The first date had ended early. I may as well join him for lunch and converse about the remaining dates he has with the girls. He might devise a plan which would help me find his perfect match.

"Sure. I would love that!" I walked to the golf cart and sat down beside him. He started the ignition, and we were off again.

The table was set exclusively on the veranda, overlooking the golf course. The flowers here are in full bloom. I booked this spot last week, and I did not expect that it would be as beautiful as it is now. I couldn't help but smile as I waited for Hendrix. I re-touched myself at the lady's toilet, added a little lip gloss to my lips, and sprayed an ample amount of my favorite perfume.