The Billionaire's Substitute Bride

Chapter 4: The Game Begins

Sia’s POV

I splashed my coffee on him. I saw my life flash before my eyes.

I apologized one more time, then I got my purse and Celine and I were about to leave when he stopped me and threw his shirt and business card at me. Our eyes met, and I saw his beautiful body with six packed abs flashing at everyone in the café. Then he walked out as if he was not half naked.

We went back to the hotel and the first thing I did was to wash his shirt before going to bed. Thankfully, the coffee stain was easy to come off so I can give it back to him tomorrow. I lay down on the bed and thought about what had happened earlier and remembered he also threw me his business card. I grabbed my purse on the side table of the bed, then got the card.

“Arthur Wilson” I said. That’s his name. I see that he is a CEO, too. He’s rich, huh?

“Arthur Wilson? That’s his name?” Celine said.

“That’s the name on his business, so I guess so,” I answered.

“The name sounds familiar,” Celine said while putting on a face.

“Oh.. really,” I replied.

“Cel, let me borrow your laptop,” I said, then went to Celine’s laptop. I searched Arthur’s profile then found out he owns so many businesses here in the U.S.

“It’s all about his businesses, but no information about his personal life,” I said with frustration. Does he have a girlfriend? Or wife? Or something?

“You said he was in the car crash that happened in Michigan, right?” Celine asked.

“Yeah,” I shortly answered.

“Check if there’s any info about that, Sy. I told you the girl looks really like you,” Celine continued.

“Does she really look like me? I don’t see any information here about the accident,” I continued searching on the internet.

“Well, on his attitude? I doubt that he has a girlfriend,” Celine said, then chuckled.

“Exactly,” I responded, then we both laughed.

“Why not call him,” Celine said with a smirk.

“What? No” I refused. No, I would never call him. Never.

“Oh…but you need to return his shirt, right?” Celine tried to convince me.

“Yeah.. but, I’m scared, don’t you see how angry he was at the café,” I said.

“C’mon, he’s not going to eat you, Sy,” she said.

“Ugh… fine,” I said, then dialed the number on the card. Put the phone in my ear and wait for him to answer it.

“Hello?” said by the voice on the other line.

“Hi, my name is Sia, the one who---” the man cut me off.

“Oh .. the coffee lady? I’m his secretary, Alvin. I’ll send you the details where you can return the shirt. Thank you," then the guy hangs up.

“Oh… okay,” I said with disappointment.

“What happened?” Celine asked.

“His secretary answered the phone, said he’ll just send me the details where to return the shirt,” I said.

“Oh.. great.. good news that you’ll not go to see him again,” Celine said with a huge smile, but I do want to see him again.

“Oh… I see, you want him to answer the phone and don’t tell me you want to see him again, Sy” Celine raised her eyebrows and stared at me with a judging face.

“No, it’s not like that. I just want… I just want to return the shirt personally to him,” I explained.

“You think I’d believe that?” Celine laughed so hard. I threw a pillow at her.

I had already received the details of where to return the shirt. I was planning to just mail it but as per the instructions, it says that I need to show up.

The next day, I was preparing for this nonsense. I wore a black dress that Celine brought me back to Michigan. I put my makeup on and I just straightened my long hair.

One of Celine’s apprentices escorted me to the hotel. She cannot come with me because she had an urgent meeting.

I arrived at the hotel on time. It was huge and there was a beach nearby. I was also seeing a lot of yachts on the side.

“Hi, Sia Moore,” I said to the server at the front desk.

She looked at her log book and smiled at me. “Good Evening Ms. Moore, this way please,” she said.

I followed her, and we hopped onto a yacht. I had no idea what was happening.

“Excuse me, Miss. I’m just here to return this.” I handed her the paper bag I was carrying with Arthur’s shirt.

“Oh.. but Mr. Wilson actually booked this yacht for dinner… with you.” The server said.

“Umm… What?” I responded with a confused face. I thought he didn’t want to see me again? And for dinner? He must be insane.

“He is already waiting for you, Ms. Go inside and I’ll take this,” she said, then got the paper bag from me and walked back to the hotel.

I went inside and I saw a man sitting beside the window. In front of him is an empty seat with a fancy table design.

“You’re late,” he said. It was Arthur. I know his voice and I wouldn’t forget how mature it was and full of authority.

“I thought your secretary would just get the shirt,” I said, and did not notice that my voice was shaking.

“Have a seat, I’m hungry,” he said. I immediately went to take a seat across from him and the chef went to our table and served the food. This man was so mesmerizing. I stared at him while he was eyeing the food in front. He seems like a nice guy when he's not talking.

“Why?” he said, then looked at me.

“Ah.. Nothing haha. Let’s eat,” I said, then try the food the chef serves us. Wow, it was so delicious.

“Is it good?” He asked.

“Yes,” then I smiled. We continue eating without saying a word. I took a glimpse of him, then I saw that he was smiling too.

“You look cute when you smile. Why not do that often?” I broke the silence between us.

“I don’t smile,” he said, then put down his cutlery, he looked at me without saying any word.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” I asked because he was staring for too long.

“No, I just want to look at you,” he said, then went back to eat his food.

“You’re weird,” I replied. I wanted to scream, why is he like this?

“So, what do you do for a living?” He asked.

“Me? Oh.. I am just accompanying my best friend here. She had some business to do,” I answered.

“Business? What business?” He kept on asking questions.

“I’m not quite sure about that. We rarely talked about it. I just know that they own clubs and restaurants like that,” I said, then pointed to the restaurant by the shore.

“Oh.. I see,” He said.

“How about you? What do you do?” It’s my turn to ask him.

“Nothing really, business too and some stuff like this,” he answered shortly.

While we’re talking, his secretary knocks on the door. He whispered to Arthur and handed him a phone. Arthur looked worried and immediately grabbed the phone.

“Sia, once you’re done with your food, Alvin will drive you home. I need to go,” he said, then walked out of the yacht quickly.

I finished my food and told Alvin that I would just go home on my own, but I forgot my purse on the yacht. It was on the back of my seat. As I was walking to go back, I saw Arthur sobbing, he looked so miserable. What the hell happened to him?