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?”

I huffed, pulling them to the glass window front of the restaurant. I cupped my hands to cover the glare of the sun as I peeked inside, searching for

chairs. On his other side were two beautiful

kidding me?” 1 raged, stepping back. “Take a look. Back table.”

for the glass, looking in and I heard simultaneous

a marriage,” Lucas clicked his tongue.

kill him,” Jenna growled. “Say the word,

I get to him

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my,” Jenna backed away from the window, a shocked look on

turned to

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

grinded my teeth together, the anger busting

and now he’s out here on a date with two other women? And why

That stupid playboy!

and jealousy like I usually did. I didn’t want to let anyone know how much this

you sure?” Lucas asked. “We can go somewhere

I threw open the door to the restaurant. I

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

strode to the front, passing right in front of Damon’s gaze. I caught his

I was a child throwing a temper tantrum. I immediately began eating the free chips, devouring the bowl in less. than five minutes.

Lucas eyed me. “Hopefully they bring more, I

down,” Jenna suggested helpfully before standing the menu up. my view

and blocking

laughter, and all the chips I’d devoured dropped straight down to my stomach. I didn’t want to be here anymore. I couldn’t listen to him on a date with not

feeling well,” I said, my emotions getting the better of me,

ate a whole thing of chips and the salsal” Lucas tsked, shaking his head sadly

do with Damon and his companions than anything, but I didn’t

outside. The bell on the door jingled as I exited, and I felt so stupid-fleeing

None of this was real, so why did I have real feelings

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

door open. Before I could get inside, however, a large hand pushed the door shut with a snap.

“Hey!”

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moving his palm. “What’s wrong?” He looked at me with an unreadable face. I hated how calm he always

the handle, pulling it but

to move my hand off the handle. Now, I really couldn’t

without being an “ss to me?”

only laughed in my face, eyes twinkling with

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