THE BILLIONAIRE’S IRRESISTIBLE DESIRE.

Chapter 8

ADRIAN’S POV

“He is gay; do you know that? But I still love him, and I am willing to be with him. So back the hell off, bitch.” The slender girl said and slapped Isabella on her cheek.

This enraged me, but before I could say anything more, Isabella slapped her back.

Nice job, my little vixen, I wanted to tell Isabella but decided against it.

“Never in your miserable life should you ever lay or think of laying your hand on me. Are you crazy?” Isabella snapped at the slender girl, making her flinch in fear.

I just stood watching the drama with a smug smile on my face. Isabella hadn't changed a bit. Right from her school days, she was a spitfire.

She never tolerated any form of disrespect.

“Adrian is my man. Get that into your thick, dumb skull,” Isabella said to the slender girl who looked dumbfounded.

My heart fluttered hearing her say that, even though I knew it was all an act.

“Get that?” I rhetorically asked the slender girl before I held Isabella’s hands and led her to my car.

The slender girl just watched us go and angrily stomped her feet on the ground before she walked to her car.

Where the hell did my mom know this kind of girl from? And me, Gay? She probably said it thinking it would scare Isabella away.

When we both got into my car, I turned to apologize to Isabella, whose cheeks looked red where the slender girl slapped her.

“I’m really sorry, Bel. I…” I wanted to continue but was interrupted by her.

“It's fine, Adrian. That slap is nothing compared to what you had to go through at the hands of Jax that day,” Isabella said with an understanding look on her face.

"Look, Bel, don't blame yourself about that day. Yeah, I used to blame you too until you told me what really happened. I know you thought you were trying to protect me, and you didn't know Jax would do that to me,” I honestly said to her.

I didn't like the fact that she was blaming herself, and I didn't like the fact she thought it was okay to get slapped because of me just because of what happened with Jax in the past.

“Thank you, Adrian,” she said, and I nodded.

“Okay, so, now, we are going shopping for the necessary things you need. Remember you didn't pack any of your belongings?” I reminded her, and she nodded.

Afterward, I drove off, and we went shopping for things she would need while staying at my place.

I didn't want to be too close to her because I felt my feelings for her would get the better of me and I would do or say something I wouldn't want to reveal.

But knowing that Jax now had their house and her brother died in front of his casino, leaving her alone didn't bode well with me.

Especially knowing that Ella had relocated to another city, which meant that Isabella would be all alone.

At least I had my company, which was fast-growing, and also my foster family's company. I had more than enough money to provide all her needs.

My foster parents, Susana and Jacob, met me during my stay at the hospital after Jax and his friends nearly beat me to death.

They were there to carry out an IVF when they bumped into me and took a liking to me.

They asked who my parents were, and I told them I was an orphan. They were very kind to me and have been ever since, and that was why I accepted to be adopted by them.

Lucas, his brother, and his family on the other hand detested me. But I overlooked them because of how good Jacob and Susana had been to me.

And now Lucas thinks he can try to snatch the company from Jacob’s lineage just because Jacob and Susana couldn't bear a child.

Well, I wasn't going to let that happen. Never. That was why I asked Isabella to be my fake girlfriend.

I wanted to take things slow to make it look more real, but I didn't know when the word fiancée popped out of my mouth instead of girlfriend.

Either way, I was going to make sure I would be made the CEO. I wasn't going to let Lucas make his son, Ivan, the CEO instead, because doing so meant the doom and downfall of the company.

After Isabella and I were done buying the necessary things for her, we got into my car, and I drove her to my house.

Reaching there, I smiled when I saw her looking impressed after she saw my humble abode.

My brows creased when I saw Carlos’s car parked in my garage. He didn't even inform me he was coming.

Felicia, my maid, took the clothes, shoes, and other necessities I bought for Isabella inside the house.

Then we walked behind her, heading into my four-bedroom duplex.

“Hey man, I brought you another girl for you to hook up with and...” Carlos said the moment he heard the door open but trailed off when he saw Isabella come in with me.

Seated opposite Carlos was a blonde with a big ass and hips and full breasts; she was noisily chewing bubble gum.

I squinted my eyes in annoyance and scratched the back of my head in embarrassment. I knew Isabella would think this was how I occasionally hooked up with girls. All thanks to Carlos.

I was so pissed at him, but then again I couldn't blame him. He didn't know I was coming with Isabella, and he couldn't have heard me honking because music was loudly playing.

This was how he occasionally tried to hook me up with girls, but I always refused him.

That didn't mean he gave up though, and here he was today again with another girl, who this time around wasn't even my spec.

I didn't know why, but it bothered me that Isabella would begin to think I was a playboy. Wasn't I the one who wanted to give her space so I wouldn't fall harder for her?

Why then was I bothered that she would think that when this was an opportunity to make her lose interest in me, if at all she still had any?

Then Carlos went ahead to say something that made me laugh even though I didn't want to.