Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 9

Adelaide POV

“I’m just saying, the second one is clearly superior to the first. The CGI effects were much better done.” Jenna argued.

“You’re insane,” Lucas shook his head in disbelief. “The first one is an instant classic! CGI doesn’t even cover half of what practical effects can do.”

“Clearly, you need to get your eyes checked,” Jenna huffed. “Galactic Starfighters II has style and a clearly defined plot- and no musical numbers.”

“That was cut from the theatrical release and you know it!”

“Does this really matter?” I groaned, stuck in between their petty fight as I drove to the restaurant. “Where is this place, Jenna?”

“Oh, yeah.” Jenna perked up, taking a look at our surroundings. We were lucky to have the set right down the road from a shopping plaza. “Ooh-there it is!”

She pointed through the crowd and to a little shop with a flashing neon sign that said ‘Viva Tamarillo

I pulled into the driveway, parking the car, and getting out.

“I can’t wait for their taquitos,” Lucas grinned. “They have the best in the whole state.”

“Debatable,” Jenna shrugged. “Their enchiladas are delicious, though.”

“Let’s just go. I’m starving,” I huffed, pulling on their arms to get them walking towards the little spot.

“What does Tamarillo mean anyway? Is it slang for tomato?” Lucas asked as something else caught my attention.

As we neared the parking lot, I spotted a very familiar car. One I’d seen only last night.

Damon’s car was sitting outside this restaurant.

I frowned. What on earth was he doing here?

“What do you think, Addie?” Jenna asked.

I snapped back to attention, frowning at them as I asked, “Huh?”

“What does Tamarillo stand for?”

“Nothing, it’s a vegetable,” I pondered. “Or is it a fruit?”

“Not that again.” Lucas groaned. “What were you looking at?”

my hands to cover the glare of the sun as I peeked inside, searching for the

back table, he sat in one of the chairs. On his other side were

raged, stepping back. “Take

looking in and I

not a good start to a marriage,”

Jenna growled. “Say the

I get to

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who’s that with him? Oh, my,” Jenna backed away from the window, a shocked look on her face. “That’s Kathy

turned to her

She’s one of the talent managers. Even we went through her

the anger

last night, he was telling me we had to have a baby, and now he’s out here on a date with two other women? And why did it have

That stupid playboy!

I said, burying my anger and jealousy like I usually did. I didn’t want to let anyone know how much this actually

“We can go somewhere

starving.” I grumbled as I threw open the door to the restaurant.

Welcome to Viva Tamarillo! Take a seat anywhere,” a passing waitress with two black trays full of food passed by for only a second to say her spiel, and then she was off. The smell of fajitas and fresh made tortillas filled my

front of Damon’s gaze. I caught his eye, glaring at him as

and I was a child throwing a temper tantrum. I immediately began eating the free chips, devouring the bowl in

I actually wanted to have some.” he

helpfully before standing the menu up. my view of Damon.

and blocking

laughter-high-pitched, girlish laughter, and all the chips I’d devoured dropped straight down to my stomach. I didn’t want to be here

of me, I didn’t want to be jealous, I

chips and the salsal” Lucas tsked,

Damon and his companions than anything, but I didn’t say that. Lucas and Jenna didn’t need to know

my seat and stormed outside. The bell on the door jingled as I exited, and I felt so stupid-fleeing from Damon like we were actually married, and

It’s just a pretend marriage. None of this was real, so why did I have real feelings developing now?

heard Damon’s voice from behind me, but I only sped up, my heels

tried to throw the door open. Before I could get inside, however,

“Hey!”

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me,” Damon said simply, not moving his palm. “What’s wrong?” He looked at me with an unreadable face. I hated how calm he always

handle, pulling it but the car door

and then leaned on the door, forcing me to move my hand off the handle. Now, I really couldn’t open it. I

an “ss to me?” I snapped, breathing

face, eyes twinkling with mirth. Clearly, he enjoyed upsetting

as the anger I’d been suppressing roared up inside of me. My cool was just about to call it quits when I heard