The Billionaires Desires novel Chapter 14

Hillary’s POV

“Are you Jealous?” he asked me with a playful smile playing at the edge of his lips and I scrunch up my face in disgust.

“No, I’m not, why the hell would I be? I just don’t want to be seen wearing another lady’s cloth, it’s so disgusting, and annoying.” I said dismissively, trying to hide my jealousy that is running wild.

“Yeah, sure.” He nods in mock understanding and I glare at him in return, earning me one of his cute smiles that ways makes my head spin in admiration and love.

“Not to worry, my love, there is no other woman in my life right now, I mean, none that I care about.”

“How about the ones you don’t care about, did you get these clothes from one of them?” I asked back. Wait, why am I even asking all these questions?

Surprisingly, he answers with a warm smile. “No love, I did not get these from any girl and I don’t go around buying clothes for girls too, in case you’re planning to ask me that too.” He teased.

“After you slept last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I knew I wanted to spend more time with you, Your clothes would not be ready until later in the day because I sent them to the laundry room. So I ordered Chloe to get you some clothes from the mall. And since you seem to love asking questions, I better explain this properly, Chloe is not my girlfriend too, she is my personal assistant, but right now she works as my housekeeper because I have not officially taken over the companies. She also works downstairs at the bar when I have nothing for her to do. So if you see me talking to a beautiful blonde girl at the bar, you should know that she is Chloe, not my girlfriend like you would want to believe.” He said mockingly, making me blush a bright red as he kept teasing me about my jealousy. 

Why on earth did I get so jealous? 

I sounded like a clingy, over-possessive bitch. What the hell is wrong with me? 

He may think that am a weirdo. We are not even officially together, yet I’m acting so jealous and possessive. I’m so surprised that he answered so patiently. I still can't believe that we had gone so far overboard with him last night. I set out to have fun last night, and I had so much fun, more fun than I would have ever hoped to have. I still feel a bit sore, but I would never change anything that happened since I met him last night. If I could go back again, I wouldn’t change a thing, not a single detail.

Are all men like Nathan?