Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 12

HAZEL

For the umpteenth time, David told me that we have to leave for the airport, but here I am, repeating the same instruction for the twentieth time. “Remember to give her the ducky doll and give me a call to wish her good night before putting her to

bed.”

“For Go d’s sake Hazel!” David groaned, his head craned towards the heavens, “You’ve said that a million times!” I rolled my eyes; speak of exaggeration. “I’m sure Daphne gets the memo. Let’s go or we’ll miss our flight.”

“Fine! I’m coming!” Leaning down, I kissed a sleeping Daisy on the forehead before walking out of her room. David who has been waiting in the hallway fell in line behind me. “You’re going to be gone for only twenty-four hours.”

He held the door open for me as I got into the back seat before joining me. “I’m going to be gone for more than twenty-four hours if I get that award.” I glared at Agatha seated in front, “A certain someone agreed to interviews.”

Agatha, my secretary and social manager chuckled. “Interviews are requirements if you get the award.” She picked up her tablet, “I’m sure David agrees with me too.”

“Let’s stop using the word if,” David mumbled as he leaned back and closed his eyes. “She’s going to win the award, I’m sure of it.”

My lips stretched into a smile. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Copying his position, I closed my eyes. “Wake me when we get to the airport.”

“Why don’t you hold that sleep until you get on the plane?” Agatha requested.

I rolled my eyes inwardly. “Whatever.”

on the plane, because the moment we arrived at the hotel, Agatha told me to grab a shower because the makeup crew

a quick shower and grabbed something to eat before the crew arrived. Just as planned, they opted for smokey eye makeup and a wet hair look, topping it

was almost done with getting ready when David walked into my room, dressed in a black tux and a red brooch complimenting my dress. His gaze

stained red. “Thank you.” Smiling to get rid of the tension, I grabbed my clutch. “You don’t

response, my eyes twi nkling with mischievousness. Shaking his head, David stretched out his hand, offering me his open palm. “Come on, let’s get this over and done with

Seattle. Accepting his open-palm invitation, I allowed him to lead me out of the hotel to the limo waiting for us

ara zzi went crazy when I stepped out of my car, my hand interlocked with David’s. We posed for the camera, modeling the Versace outfit. I’m certain that

whispered in my ear that we should get going and just as I was about to walk away from the red carpet, the crowd went crazy. Curious to know the reason for their craziness, I

Chapter 12

bet my a ss it’s Jeremy Beckham.” Jeremy is my competitor in the art curating out to steal your shine,

iness. “He was always

rolling my eyes, I leaned in to tell him that not everyone is as dramatic as he is, but

is Ravel doing here? My palm which was once lying lazily on David’s arm tightened its hold, squeezing tightly. David, noticing my sudden tensed demeanor trailed

weren’t we informed that he’ll be showing up?” David hissed at Agatha

the camera. “This shouldn’t be a problem right?” She glanced at me. “I’ve seen a couple of people divorced that

zip it.” David scolded her. He placed his other hand on mine which was resting on his arm.

sworn that he smiled at me. The crazy b astard smiled at me! We held each other’s gaze for a

skeptically. “You don’t have to do

into the grand hall. Following the number on the invitation card, we

trying to catch sight of Ravel, and