Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 362 - Three Hundred And Sixty-two: The Cheater



Chapter 362 - Three Hundred And Sixty-two: The Cheater

Chapter 362 - Three Hundred And Sixty-two: The Cheater

The third point of view:

"Aww!" Anabelle stumbled on her stiletto heel but Israel was quick to catch her on the waist, pressing her flush against his body.

"Easy," He cautioned her, his hand still on her curve.

"Thank you," She giggled sheepishly, trying to stand on her two feet yet her world kept swirling and she ended up falling back on him. Annabelle was in one word, wasted.

Israel sighed, Julie was surely going to kill him when he returned. He had thought the girl would be able to hold one shot of the drink, who knew she was a light brain.

"Wuah " Anabelle slurred drunkenly, "You have nice pecs," she admired, already slipping her hand into the inside of his shirt which caused the boy to panic.

"What the fuck are you doing?" His eyes were rounded from fear as he tried to pull her hand away, and that was the scene Julie was welcomed to when he returned.

"You bastard!" Julie was furious and threw the boy a punch.

Unfortunately, Israel who saw, more like he expected the treatment, dodged to the side and the blow unexpectedly landed on Annabelle.

She fell to the ground and an odd silence reigned instantly amongst the crowd; it was as silent as a graveyard.

"You've killed her!" Israel shouted after an unknown time of awkward silence. He bent and picked the unconscious girl from the ground.

Julie stared at his fist, shocked. What did he just do? He never intended to hurt the girl. Israel was supposed to be the one hurt. Had he committed murder? He didn't want to go to prison! Even if he escaped now, the Spencers would hunt him down to the end of the earth.

"She's sleeping," Israel announced to his relief.

He's saved. ThankGod.

Julie watched as Israel checked the girl's heartbeat by placing his ear on her chest and for some reason, it irritated him greatly. He was the one supposed to be doing that.

"Hand her over to me?" He commanded, stretching out his hand for his request to be fulfilled.

"Why? So you can punch her again?" Israel sneered.

"You know that was a mistake," He was beginning to get annoyed.

"Thank you but I'll take her home myself. You can follow me or not - not that I care,"

"Take her home? Are you crazy? Her people would kill me once they see that bruise on her head. I need to take her to my place for the night so the swell could subside," He said.

"What?" Israel was shocked, "Take her to your place?! Do you take me for a fool?"

"I'm not going to touch her, I swear " He raised his hand in the air already knowing what he was thinking. He never thought that one day, his great reputation would come to haunt him.

"Fine, you can take her to your place but I'll be spending the night there too," Israel gave him a condition.

"Wait a minute here, you keep forgetting that Anabelle's my date," Julie reminded him.

Israel gave him a sly smirk, "I keep thinking we should send the girl home to her parents,"

"Fine," Julie gritted his teeth, "You can come along," That sly fox. Come to think of it, why was he even friends with him?

"By the way, how are you going to convince her people to let her stay at your place? I wouldn't even trust my sister with a player like you ?" Israel asked, still giving him a doubting look.

"I have my way. So can you please be productive with your hands and not your mouth only," He tactically insulted yet implied that he should hand the girl over.

With no choice left, Anabelle was given to Julie who carried her over to his car possessively. The fact that Israel was hovering around Annabelle didn't sit well with him.

Do not be mistaken, It was not that he liked Anabelle, but he needed her to win Isabella over, but then if she dares to fall for Israel, his plan would be ruined. So he had to keep the girl away from Israel by all means possible.

And why was Israel even behaving like a love-starved puppy around Anabelle? Sure, the boy wasn't a Cassanova like him, but Israel had gotten a share of girls too. Moreover, Anabelle was not his type.

Both men drove in silence, preferring to keep their silence to each other and even when they arrived, worked with tactile understanding until the issue of where Anabelle was going to spend the night came up.

"She's going to stay in my room,"

"What?! No way! There are plenty of rooms around for her to stay, " Israel refused.

"What do you mean by no way? She's my date,"

"She's your date doesn't entitle you to try anything stupid with her. I might be your friend but I won't stand and watch you harass an unconscious woman - that's so low even for you,"

Julie glared at him, how dare he accuse him ridiculously. He would never do that.

"I just need her where my eyes would be," So he claimed.

"Fine, then I'll stay too," Israel insisted

"What?! No way"

Israel stepped closer, "What do you mean by no way? Don't tell me you had evil intentions towards her from the very start?" he challenged.

Seeing that arguing wouldn't take them anywhere, Julie gave in.

"Fine, you can stay. I'm sure the floor would be comfortable for you," He said with a hint of sarcasm.

"But tell me…" Julie continued, "Why are you suddenly interested in Anabelle? She's not the type you usually go for?"

"What about you?" Israel asked him back, standing with his head held high, "Why are you interested in the girl? She's not the type you go usually for?"

Julie was almost tempted to say he wasn't interested, but that would give Israel the incentive to pursue after the girl and ruin his plans. But he couldn't claim Anabelle was his too since Israel would be looking on to their

"relationship". So he couldn't keep nor leave her.

Both men began a staredown. In the end, Julie didn't answer, he simply carried the girl to the bed and tucked her in. They said silence spoke volumes. It should be left that way.

Seeing how protective Israel was of Anabelle, Julie didn't dare suggest he should sleep on the other side of the bed. He instead went out to order the maids to move his recliner into the room - that should be comfortable enough without suffering neck and back pain for the night.

When he returned, Julie was treated to the scene of Israel applying an ice pack on Anabelle's bruise. A jealous pang hit him, that should be him applying that treatment - Israel was just fast enough. He fought against the urge to snatch the bag from his friend and continued where he stopped.

Fine, game on. He had been holding back, but since Israel had declared competition, he would go all out from now on. Israel can apply the ice pack all he wants. Moreover, it's not like Anabelle is awake to appreciate his help anyway, he snickered inwardly.

Julie knew the way to win a woman over. Once the sun comes up tomorrow, he'd wake up before his competitor and cook her a meal. Girls always fell for guys who can cook, he would awe her with his great cooking skills. Muhaha!

With that thought in mind, Julie went to bed with a delighted expression. Early the next morning, before the cock could crow six in the morning or the maids to start their morning duties, Julie, the young master of the house, had begun to make himself useful in the kitchen.

By the time the maids came to the kitchen, they were stunned out of their minds. What were they seeing? Did the sunrise in the west today? The old man would have been so happy to see this if he hadn't traveled for business.

Meanwhile, Anabelle woke up groggily with a body full of pain. What the hell was wrong with her? It was almost as if she was run over by a truck? Gosh, her head was killing her.

"Are you okay?"

Anabelle was startled and looked to the source of the voice.

"What the hell?"

It finally dawned on her that this wasn't her place and what was Israel even doing here.

"What did you do to me?!" Anabelle shot up to her foot without warning. However, she stood up too quickly and dizziness overwhelmed her; she was falling.

Israel saw what happened and came to her rescue. Unfortunately, he miscalculated her weight and stance because both landed on the floor with him taking the brunt of the fall.

"What beautiful eyes," Anabelle muttered, spellbound by the face staring back at her. Why didn't she notice he was this handsome earlier?

Unfortunately, the door clicked open and Julie walked in on them in that compromising position.

"You cheater!"


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