Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 505 - Five Hundred And Five: I Need My Girlfriend

Chapter 505 - Five Hundred And Five: I Need My Girlfriend

The third point of view:

"Anabelle!" Julie reached for her but she slipped through his fingers and took off.

At once he attempted to go after her, but the announcer blocked his way. Since Julie was taller, he glanced over the man's shoulder only to discover Anabelle was getting further away.

Sweat broke out on his face, what if she got lost? She didn't know this place nor anyone here. Isabella would kill him if such a thing happened. She already warned him.

"Sir Jordan, where are you going? You just won the competition and need to receive your award!" the man made every desperate effort to block his way.

"Award my butt! I need my girlfriend!" He pushed the annoying man out of the way and went after his Anabelle, leaving the stupefied crowd in confusion.

Anabelle wiped furiously at the tears blurring her sight. She hated to cry, she wasn't a cry baby, but the stupid tears wouldn't stop falling. Although she knew it was stupid to cry over the fact her boyfriend defeated her, it still hurt her.

That competition was supposed to be a platform for her to prove her worth, her capability, but he took it all away from her! Even if he was a better eater, he could have pretended to lose and saved her face.

"Anabelle!" She heard him call her name and that made her quicken her steps. She didn't want to look at him right now even though she had no clue where she was going.

"Anabelle!" Julie finally caught onto her and grabbed her on the waist, turning her to him.

"No, let me go!" She struggled fiercely with him. He was the last person she wanted to see in her lowest moment.

"Annabelle!" he?refused to let go knowing she would only try to escape him, "Just listen to me,"

"No, I don't want to hear a thing. Just let me go!" She cried out, punching him on the chest.

With no choice left, Julie simply pulled her to him and claimed her lips, knowing it was the most effective way to calm her down at the moment.

Anabelle pushed against him with all of her strength but he didn't budge at all. She tried to fight him but her body betrayed her and the next she knew, she was kissing him back with intensity.

Julie groaned when Anabelle pushed him hard against the wall.

Thankfully they were behind a shop and the night camouflaged their appearance. Moreover, even if people saw them, none dared to comment.

Her hand went around his neck and yanked tight on his hair. She was angry and pouring all of her frustration into the kiss. Not that he was complaining anyway.

The kiss was hard and devouring as Julie parted her lips with his tongue, exploring her mouth in intimate places?that made her moan in pleasure. His grip on her waist tightened just as her fingers dug into his arms. They wanted more.

But then, all good things must come to an end. Both of them came up for air.?Chest heaving, the couples simply stared at each other as they tried to catch their breath.

"I'm sorry," Julie breathed, "I shouldn't have won,"

"No, it's not your fault," Anabelle told him.

"What do you mean it's not my fault? You were supposed to win but I ruined everything with my carelessness," Julie said.

"No, everything is all my fault! I'm just angry at myself!" She yelled at him, digging her hands through her hair, "I'm not good at anything. I'm useless,"

Julie grasped her arm, "Don't say that Anabelle. You're not useless,"

"Then what am I then?!" She yelled in his face, "I was supposed to win that competition! I was supposed to prove to everyone that I wasn't entirely useless! I was supposed to win for once! I was..." Emotions clogged her throat and she couldn't speak anymore, instead, Anabelle burst into tears.

She was not as good as them.

Julie drew her into his arms and hugged her tight, smoothing her hair soothingly. He hated to see her cry. It broke his heart. Anabelle was his woman, he was supposed to make her happy not hurt her.

"I love you just the way that you are Anabelle. You don't need to prove any shit to me because you're you, Anabelle. The funny, clumsy, optimistic -"

"Naive?" She added

He smiled, "Well naive, beautiful maiden that I fell in love with. And I'm sure the others appreciate you as well. Anabelle, you're the only normal one in our crazy group and I would love for you to keep that innocence...." his dumb traced her cheeks, "You don't need to fight any wars nor dirty your hands, I'll do that for you…."

His gaze moved to the side and added, "We'd do that for you," Julie smiled at her.

Anabelle read meaning into his words and turned to the side only to see Pedro and Isabella watching them. As usual, Isabella had a poker face while Pedro seemed relieved the both of them had made up.

"Are you guys going to keep hiding in here or do I need to go pick up the award for you?" That sarcastic question was obviously targeted at Julie.

The boy rolled his eyes in response. He said it! That white witch hated his guts.

"I won't mind keeping the award though," Isabella went on after none of them attempted to move.

Thanks to her pestering, Julie had no choice but to go accept the award as if Isabella knew he was planning on rejecting it. But then, he shared the glory of the win with Anabelle who got second place, praising and gushing over her in his short speech that made the crowd go, "Aww, he's so romantic," "What a perfect couple,"

The award was no other than a hot dog sculpture, alongside a moderate cash prize. Julie spent the next hour taking pictures and shaking hands with the organizers and as well his new fans. Although he made sure to keep a good distance from the girls else Anabelle wears a green hat.

Well, before the night was over, the dark cloud hanging above Anabelle's head vanished without a trace because Julie spent all of his cash prizes on shopping. They had so much fun together that the mention of home brought a grimace to her face. The fun was going to end?

With their hands full with shopping bags and packing nylon bags, they made their way back home merrily. But then, they didn't get to laugh for long because standing at the entrance of the building was someone they never expected to see.

Oh shit, they've been discovered.