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?”

them to the glass window front of the restaurant. I cupped my hands to cover the glare of the

the chairs. On his other side were two beautiful women. I couldn’t believe

1 raged, stepping back. “Take

the glass, looking in and I heard simultaneous gasps from them.

a marriage,” Lucas clicked his tongue.

him,” Jenna growled. “Say the word, and I’ll

get to him first,” I

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Oh, my,” Jenna backed away from the window, a shocked

turned to her

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

my teeth together, the

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

That stupid playboy!

usually did. I didn’t want to let anyone know how much this actually hurt me. I

Lucas asked. “We

I’m starving.” I grumbled as I threw open the door to the restaurant. I heard Jenna and Lucas

to say her spiel,

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

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

free,” Lucas eyed me. “Hopefully they bring more, I actually wanted

down,” Jenna suggested helpfully before standing the

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 anymore. I couldn’t listen to him

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

whole thing of chips and the salsal” Lucas tsked, shaking

to do with Damon and his companions than anything, but I didn’t say that.

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.

of this was real, so why

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

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

“Hey!”

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palm. “What’s wrong?” He looked at me with an unreadable face. I hated

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

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

you not go one day without being an “ss to me?”

laughed in my face, eyes twinkling with mirth. Clearly, he enjoyed upsetting

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