A Year With The Billionaire

Jayden’s POV

When I come out of the bathroom, I see Isabella still sleeping on the bed, making me wonder when she will wake up.

I have some questions to ask her. These were the questions I was supposed to ask her last night but I was surprised to come out of the bathroom to see her fast asleep.

It amuses how fast she can fall asleep within minutes.

Taking my eyes off her still body, curled up in bed like a baby, I walk to the closet to get a dress to wear.

I pull a black jacket out of the closet and a pair of black pants with a white long-sleeve top before turning back to drop them on the bed when I see Isabella stirring in her sleep and yawning loudly without covering her mouth.

I halt and watch her as she opens her mouth widely before fluttering her eyes open. Our eyes lock and she scrambles out of bed with embarrassment.

I chuckle lightly and walk to drop my clothes on the sofa. A towel is still wrapped around my waist.

I don't know if the embarrassment is a result of that or because of how she yawned without covering her mouth.

“How was your night?” I ask her. She didn't stir at all through the night. I was watching her from where I laid last night and I guess it was because of the wine.

“It...it was fine”, she stutters, earning another chuckle from me.

Remembering that I have questions to ask her, I quickly put on my clothes without turning around to see if she is looking or not. I am definitely sure she isn't looking. She will be too embarrassed to see me in towels only.

After getting dressed in my pants and white shirt, I spin around to face her. She is back on the bed with her back to me.

As I tug the sleeves of my shirt, I call her. “Isabella?”

“Yes?” She rises immediately, her eyes lowered to the ground.

“How did you become friends with that girl?” I face the mirror and brush my hair with a hair comb before applying a lotion toit.

I smell aftershave.

I grab my body lotion to apply to my body.

“Juliet?” She asks as if to be sure she is the one I am talking about.

Of course, who else would it be?”

“We met a long time ago”, she only says without going further.

I twirl around to see her still looking down. I raise a brow, wondering why she doesnt want to talk about her. juliet is not a good friend.

Even though Gabriel is the most serious person I have ever met, he is a good man. He is just too playful.

Apparently, she doesn't want to talk about it. I should move to the next question then.

“You talked about Fashion the other day, I never knew you had a thing for fashion”, I say, not making it sound like a question. It won't hurt to make her dream come true just as Alejandro has advised. I just won't to follow his own suggestion of making her dream come true.

Going to Italy is totally out of it. I can't go to Italy just to make her happy, I have work, lots of work to do. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. If she continues to be loyal to me till the very end, then I can give her more benefits including establishing a fashion house for her.

I have my reasons for not giving her more money even after my mother offered her a million dollars. She is gradually passing my test and I hope she will succeed in it.

“Yes, I love fashion’, she replies with a smile and her eyes twinkling with excitement.

“Really?” I look back. "How come you weren't too concerned about how you dress at the office? If I could remember, you were always dressed in plain skirts or gowns."

She falls silent and I raise a brow.

Did 1 say something wrong?

“Well, that is because I was there to work and I couldn't afford more fashionable dresses’, she answers with a low tone and I regret asking such a question.

Curiosity fills me up and I ask again. “You couldn't afford it? The salary wasn't enough?”

She lifts her head and smiles sadly. “No, it wasn't. I had lots of bills and debts to pay, including my student loan and helping Juliet..."

“Juliet?” My anger rises and I grimace in confusion. Juliet? She was giving her part of her salary?

She shakes her head as if to remedy what she had already spilled.

“No’, she says and gets up from the bed. She hugs her frail body to herself under my gaze and tries to walk past me.

I am tempted to pull her back but 1 want to let go. I have no right to question her about her personal life anyway. If she was giving Juliet all of her money or half of her salary, then it is none of my damn business.

I shouldn't be bothered. She is an adult and she knows what is good for her.

I barely noticed her dress until someone pointed it out. She was my Assistant and she was always in straight black or plain skirts and blouses that she repeats twice every week.

I let her walk to the bathroom before expelling a deep sigh. Before I can move to grab my jacket, the door to the bathroom opens again and she comes out.

“Jayden?” She calls and I turn back lazily. She bites on her lower lip, making my gaze rest on it for a moment before she releases the lip from the t*****e. “Can I ask you a question?”

My brows crease.

A question? Does she want something?

Ever since I paid her the first payment, she hasn't requested anything from me even though I let her go shopping with my credit cards.

Maybe she needs something. Gabriel once told me about how Sabrina was always sweet to him whenever she wanted to go shopping or get something with his credit cards.

isabella might not really want to go shopping and she might not be sweet because we aren't real but I am so sure she wants something from me.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Probably an increment in the contract fee.

“Go ahead”, I give her a nod and wait with my hands on my waist.

Silence creeps in for a while and she bites her lips several times before looking me straight in the eyes and blurting out. “Who is Helena?”

I blink once in shock.

Helena? My Helena?

Did Isabella just ask me about Helena?

My face turns aghast with anger and I yell with my fist balled in remembrance of my sweet woman.

“What the hell!"