The Assassin’s Billionaire Bodyguard – Chapter 11
Sunday morning Isabella was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Although Evgeni hadn’t completely stopped bothering her, he had messaged her more politely asking to sit down and talk. He knew of her date with Cam Torres, and he didn’t approve and wanted to talk to her about it.
She had not had another message from Portia since the gold-digger comment on Friday night when Cam had been with her.
As far as Torres himself went, she hadn’t heard a word. Nothing. No calls, no texts, and no contact at all since he’d left her house Friday evening.
street made her roll her eyes.
ng loudly.
talking to someone else but as she met Sabine’s eyes at the entrance to the coffee shop, she knew they were talking to her. “f**k you!” She turned and gave them both a salute her mother would have slapped the back of the head for. As she approached her friend, “if it was dark out and there weren’t street cameras,” she muttered.
bine grimaced and then made a cooing noise as she reached down and scooped Casper up in her arms. “Hello Mr. Casper. You look particularly dapper today.” She touched the bowtie Isabella had put on his collar. “Very suave. He’s such a gentleman.”
their orders. They were regulars here and Casper was welcome. Only once had anyone complained and Isabella had pulled out his papers to prove his training as her emotional support dog. She rarely played the card, but it had b
ged out of her wool cardigan and draped it over the back of the chair. Casper sat in the windowsill watching the world go by and she fac
“I can’t believe I had to wait until now to hear about it.”
at were you thinking?”
as thinking the big burly man would keep me warm, I was wrong. All he did was piss me off. He told me he was a naturalist, and he hikes and camps all the time. Why do men lie about this stuff? He couldn’t unpack his tent, Isab
abella threw her head back and laughed, her dark hair cascading down he
s, I hiked my a*s back down the mountains and left his sorry a*s there. i***t. The Forest Rangers probably had to rescue him.” She rubbed her forehead. “Ugh, why are we talking about
Honestly, it was the most bizarre date I’ve ever been on.” The server stopped at their
”
, he told me he wants his daught
n’t every fath
Elian one night,”
t her excitedly, “the day Hugo Sr. saw Evgeni’s Jr.”
y.
g to photograph such a thing, you would think it would be at the ver
udly.
and sniffed as she struggled to pull it together. “My dad is the bes
is,” Sabine hiccupped as she leaned
is is so good.”
at your fancy restaurant?” Sabine asked curiously.
ips, “I ordered the squid ink pasta,” she made
t Isabella. “Ordered but did not eat? You did not walk out of the restaurant.”
an move so I ducked out the kitchen and into an uber.”
his all the time.”
ason.”
’t.”
p his a*s.”
.”
he made it m
r eyes rounded incredulously.
I did.”
e?”
“Yes.”
n.”
hat?”
e pulled off the most machismo bullshit, he called Mikhail.”
geni’s dad
nd scratched her temple, “he literally called Mikhail and said I’m dating Isabella so get your son under control.”
“no, he did not.”
ow.”
?”
scending yet absolutely gorgeous head but then realized I was sitting in a five-star restaurant with a billionaire. I opted instead to go the bathroom, call an uber and go home and kick the crap out of my
“good call.” Sabine said.
ning.”
t my house.”
her hand.
jerk,” Isabella admitted.
”
if you know my dating history doesn’t happen often with the idiots I go out with.”
te stupid people.”
men with lots of muscles and tattoos”
cks.” Sabine concluded matter-of-factly. Her blonde curls b
y for pizza and watch the game. He mentioned how Portia was a bit on the lost side.”
th condemnation. “Stop pitying the enemy.”
tention, she would be lapping it up and he raced home to talk to his little girl.” She ripped the pastry apart with her fingers in annoyance, “he said he’d call, and I haven’t heard from him.”
his mind on the plan?”
st night at my mother’s house checking my phone every three minutes to see if I missed his call.”
his guy.” Sabine exhaled w
re right. I like him.”
d her.
e’s old. He’s twelve years older than me. He’s stupid rich. He’s pr
ake him.”
nowing Sabine deliberately misinterpreted her words. “The plan was to
“And?”
ondering why he didn’t call. After one date. One. I can’t do it. I’d rather deal with Evgeni’s psychotic behaviour knowing he can’t hurt emotionally than me than deal w
geous man who is employed,” she threw the dig at the fact Evgeni
n my basement. I put the Draxton app on his phone. All within an hour.”
nfirmed it.”
” Sabine mocked her.
weird.” She finished her coffee and looked at the bottom of the cup longingly. “I need another one.” She looked for her server wh
hat are you going t
t’s moot.” She allowed Casper to jump on her lap from the window and fed him a piece of his cookie. “Anyway, so this describes my weird date from Friday night.”
he server put in front of her with a gra
go this week?” Sabine asked suddenly.
ull eval.”
ked pissed off when yo
I w
wers to suit my evaluation.”
d does it?” Isabella grinned widely
and make you look crazy while I do it.”
nd I needed this more than I needed a debrief.”
ek?”
Tuesday night.”
e teased, “for a nerd you sure are a jock.”
“I swear if this is my mother asking me to come to church, I’m telling her I’m Wiccan.”
“Having breakfast with a f
le.”
ot your business Torres.”
I meant exclusively.” He said seriously.
ted her eyebrows in surprise and pursed her lips at Sabine. “Are we exclusively dating?”
lunch.”
at her.
reakfast with my friend and then we’re going to take Casper to the park.”
l we left Friday night on a strange note.”
rres wants, Torres gets?” she mocked. “I told you, I’m not free for lunch.”
,” he pushed. “I promise not to chase you out the back door of the restaurant.”
she shook her head. “Hey!” She reached for her phone Sabine had yanked out of her
Pick her up at seven, take her somewhere nice and don’t blow it. Also, if you hurt her, I know a whole crew of women who will absolutely f**k you over so don’t make her cry. She may act tough, but she’s very soft-hearted and quite pathetic, if I’m being honest.” She then hung up the phone and passed it back to her. “There, now you hav
cheeks were burning.
k about whether or not you’re going to put out on the second date.”
Casper licked her cheek. Her phone pinged and she looked at the phone and it was text message from Cam that simpl
ver at the message and quipped. “At least it’s not an eggplant emoji. He’s an improvement