Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

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An hour after Richie left, I was also packing up to leave,

My phone shrilled on the desk again. "Where are you at girl?"

"I'm on my way, ma'am. I'll soon get there. Come on, hurry."

I arched a brow, a smile on my lips. Since she called me to come over to the villa we both shared an hour ago, she had been endlessly calling over and over again to remind me to come over after work straight away. She seemed excited. Even now, her voice was practically quivering with excitement.

"You still won't tell me why, huh?"

I trapped my phone between my shoulders and neck as I locked my drawers.

"No," I could hear the smile in her voice.

I hummed. "Come on, Grace. Just gimme a hint. I'm dying of suspense here." I picked up the jewelry box from the table, placed it in my bag then I slung my bag over my shoulder.

"If you're going to die, just get here first."

I cackled at her words. "Alright, I'll soon get there." I locked the main doors and started to walk to where ! would get a taxi. "I'm about to get a cab now."

"Alrighty. I will be waiting."

I hailed a cab and told the cab driver my destination.

Since the last time I had been in the villa; when I got attacked by Luigi, I surprisingly didn't feel.any hesitation when going there or to even stay there. Maybe it was because I now felt like I knew him more. personally?

My mind strayed to his card that was safely tucked in my purse. Perhaps, I should give him a call. Had he remembered that it was me he attacked? At least, I deserve an explanation as to why he was in my apartment and why he had pointed a weapon at me.

I paid the taxi driver and walked up the walkway of our apartment to the door. I was just a few feet from it when Grace threw open the door.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"Welcome! Took you long enough."

I shook my head, grinning, "Are you happy I'm here or not?"

She playfully rolled her eyes and motioned, with a sweep of her hand, toward the open doorway. "Just come in."

As Grace rushed to our room, I turned to follow her but she asked me to wait in the living room. Arching my brows at her suspiciously, I nodded and she rushed in. I sat in one of the cushioned chairs as I waited.

"Drum rolls, please!" She exclaimed as she appeared again in front of me, her hands tucked behind her.

I leaned forward and played along. I beat my palm on the wooden stop by my side and made drum beats. sound with my mouth.

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She had a huge grin on her face as she revealed what she was hiding behind her back. "Tada!"

1 stared at it, mesmerized. Grace was maddeningly creative when it came to designing outfits and she had put her creativity in a lot of fashion projects but this one? It was different. It distinctly stood out. It had me ogling the plunge in the neck and the slit in front of the dress. And the delicate lace on the hem of the dress, it gave it that ethereal feel.

*This is beautiful," I whispered and felt the texture of the silk as I touched it.

"Wait till I put it on," she exclaimed excitedly and quickly wigged her way into the dress. She turned to me and I helped her with the invisible zip of the outfit.

And my

God! The dress is beautiful! "Grace, you look gorgeous!" I said honestly.

She turned shyly, her cheeks stained with a red tint. "So what do you think?"

I let out a breathless sigh. "I absolutely love it, Grace. You've outdid yourself again." I drew back and looked her up and down again.

The deep neckline of the dress showed an average amount of cleavage, not too slutty or suggestive or the likes but sexy enough...in a classy way. The slit of the dress was by far the most sexy and beautiful part of the dress for me. The slit started at the middle of her thigh, showcasing her smooth legs. Then the lace decorated the hem of the dress.