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?”

window front of the restaurant. I cupped my hands to cover the glare of the sun as I

in one of the chairs. On his other side were

raged, stepping back. “Take a look. Back table.”

the glass, looking in and I heard simultaneous

to a marriage,” Lucas

“Say the

before I get to him first,” I snapped

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backed away from the window, a shocked look on her face. “That’s

I turned

of the talent managers. Even we went through her for our

my teeth together, the anger busting

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 to be a woman from my industry?

That stupid playboy!

get a table,” I said, burying my anger and jealousy like I usually did. I didn’t want to let anyone know how much this actually hurt me. I didn’t even

sure?” Lucas asked. “We can go somewhere

ruin my lunch. I’m starving.” I grumbled as I threw open the door

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

Damon’s gaze. I

looked completely and utterly unashamed, like he’d done nothing wrong, and I was a child throwing a temper tantrum. I immediately began eating the free

me. “Hopefully they bring more, I actually wanted to have some.” he said with a

you should slow down,” Jenna suggested helpfully before standing the menu up. my view of Damon.

and blocking

want to be here anymore. I couldn’t listen to him on a date with

I said, my emotions getting the better of me, I didn’t want to be jealous, I didn’t even like

chips and the salsal” Lucas tsked, shaking his head sadly at

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

got up from 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

only sped up, my heels clacking on the ground as I

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

“Hey!”

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

handle, pulling it but the car door wouldn’t budge-not with

on the door, forcing me to move my hand off the handle. Now,

not go one day without being an “ss to

twinkling with mirth. Clearly, he enjoyed

suppressing roared up inside of me. My cool was just about to call it quits when I heard a loud “Damon!” from