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?”

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

1 raged, stepping back. “Take a look. Back

glass, looking in

good start to a marriage,” Lucas clicked

growled. “Say the word, and I’ll kill

to

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the window, a shocked look on her face. “That’s Kathy Bishop.”

I turned to her

talent managers. Even we went through her

grinded my teeth together, the anger busting through

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

That stupid playboy!

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 want

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

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

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

Damon’s gaze. I caught

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

I actually wanted to have

Jenna suggested helpfully before

and blocking

girlish 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

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

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

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

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 I’d caught him cheating.

was real, so why did I have

behind me, but I only sped up, my heels clacking

it auto-unlocked as soon as I got close to the car, and I tried to throw the door open. Before

“Hey!”

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from me,” Damon said simply, not moving his palm. “What’s wrong?” He looked at me with

grabbed the handle, pulling it but the car door wouldn’t budge-not with him keeping it closed.

rolled his eyes and then leaned on the door, forcing me to move my hand off the handle. Now,

go one day without being an “ss to me?”

face, eyes twinkling with mirth. Clearly, he enjoyed

face turned red as the anger I’d been suppressing roared up inside of me. My cool was just about to call it quits when I heard a loud “Damon!” from behind me.