How to Hunt a Billionaire ✔️

Step 16: MAKE him

Like a recurring dream or nightmare, I woke up again in Ethan's penthouse and I could tell it was his as the pillows were soft and didn't feel like a sac of rocks. Someone had changed me into a pair of pyjama shorts and a T-shirt. I prayed that it wasn't Ethan because that would be horrifying. I hopped out of the bed and searched for my clothes that were nowhere to be seen.

I stomped down the stairs to hunt for my belongings. Silence greeted me, giving no indication that anyone was inside. Entering the kitchen, I found Ethan topless in the kitchen. His back was facing me and it was an amazing back. I think I sighed out loud as he turned around gracing my eyes with a carved six pack.

"F*ck me," I marvelled quietly.

"Ashley, can you close your mouth? I don't want to see you act like a fish," he commented. I shook my head, mourning that such a god-like body was wasted on such a nasty person.

"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? It's really not normal for someone to be a d*ck every single f*cking day. Don't you get tired of it?" I asked then began looking through the cupboards for something to eat.

He held a cup of coffee in front of me. "That's why I drink this."

I didn't reply to him and instead pushed past him to sit down. He sat down across from me then placed my clothes on the table. I let out a sigh of relief but noticed that my phone wasn't there. "Where's my phone?"

"Here," he slid it, not caring where it went.

I caught it just before it fell to the ground. "For f*ck sake, Ethan. Chill."

"You have around eighteen miss calls by the way."

"And you couldn't think of answering it?"

"Sorry. Next time, I'll be sure to do so," Ethan replied.

I unlocked my phone to see that May and Diana had spammed my phone with calls and messages. I texted May back, hoping that she would be the more reasonable person out of the two but it seemed that Diana had seen what I sent as my phone began vibrating because of a call from her. Suddenly, my phone was snatched out of my hand.

"Hello?"

I glared at Ethan who started talking to Diana, acting like nothing happened. "Give that to me," I warned Ethan, leaning over to grab it out of his grasp.

He, however, pushed back his chair, increasing the distance between us. "She's fine... Yep... I will."

"Ethan!" Stomping around the table, I tried again to end his conversation but he simply walked out of the kitchen with me yelling at his back.

"Huh?... Right... Tomorrow?"

"Why are you making plans with her?" I seethed at him. "She has a f*cking boyfriend."

Finally, Ethan stopped. That's when I noticed we were back in the kitchen. "Okay... Here. Diana wants to talk to you," he said calmly, handing me my phone.

I stared at him in shock. "You-you...you're a f*cking psycho."

"Do you want to talk to her or not?"

"Of course I do as she called me. Me, Ethan. Not you." I snatched the phone from him and put it to my ear. "Diana?"

"ASHLEY, DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!" she screamed.

"Do what?"

"Disappear without telling anyone."

"I'm not a baby. I can look after myself," I argued.

"Apparently not since your boyfriend did for you," she pointed out. I could hear the grin in her voice.

"That was a one time thing."

"I hope not," she began giggling or snorting. I wasn't too sure.

"Anyway, do you want to tell me what you and Ethan were planning?"

"May? You want me to go to the shops? Okay." The phone beeped as she ended the call.

"She's such a b*tch," I muttered.

"Takes one to know one," Ethan piped in. He was sipping his coffee and typing on a tablet, not even looking at me.

"I didn't ask for your input, Ethan. But it explains why I know for sure that Ivy's a major b*tch."

His hazel eyes, as usual, rolled with disapproval. "You barely know her."

"Barely know who?"

We both turned to see Ivy standing there in all her glory. This time she wore a tight pink dress emphasising every curve. I looked at Ethan through the corner of my eye. He had continued working, taking no notice of the woman who was staring at him like he was a new pair of Louboutins.

"What are you doing here?" I placed my hands on my hips which didn't do much to intimidate her as she was taller than me.

She looked down at me. "You're still here?"

"No, I'm a ghost. I'm here to haunt Ethan," I explained sarcastically.

She didn't seem to appreciate it. "You need to grow up."

"You're right." Ivy's eyes widened. "I mean, look at me. I'm so short."

I saw her hand grip her bag tighter. "Ethan, I came just to-"

"Hold up. She has a key card but I don't?" I noted.

Ethan rolled his eyes at me again. "Ivy, give her your card."

"What?" Ivy protested.

"You heard me."

Reluctantly, she handed me the card. I felt like wiping it to remove her b*itch vibes but I resisted the need. "Thank you," I grinned.

Ivy gave me an evil glare but resumed talking. "I'm here to deliver your invite to your sister's wedding." Ethan didn't move to get it from her, leaving Ivy with no option but to place it on the table. "Well, I hope to see you there, E."

"Hmm," he mumbled.

Ivy waited for a second then flounced off. Poor girl. I sat down in front of Ethan and dropped the key card beside the invite. "You know, Andrew has a point. You really need to change the key cards. Anyone can enter."

"Not anyone. Certain people."

"I thought you didn't like your brother so why can he come?"

"He took my sister's card. I would never give him one."

"Speaking of your sister, are you going to the wedding?" I asked, opening the envelope.

"No."

"No?"

"Do you not understand English?"

I closed my eyes. "One day, I may kill you."

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This is late depending on where you live. Sorry. However, for me, it's on time.

I feel like I ended this chapter at a random point but I will continue it later. I promise.

I'm exhausted. I can't even make a joke... x

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