Taming the Billionaire CEO ( Daniel Monroe )

29 A PECULIAR RELATIONSHIP 

He sat back in his seat, intrigued by her request. “I wonder if you’re making this request so he has no choice but to be with you when the contract is over,” he said with a raised brow. 

“I’m not that desperate and I know my worth, thank you,” she snapped, glaring at him. “Taking that company is something I’ve wanted since he threw me out of his house.” 

“And why is that?” he asked. 

She rested her elbows on the table, interlocked her fingers and placed her chin on it. With a smirk, she answered, “I’m sorry, but that’s on a need–to–know basis.” His lips curled downwards in a frown, annoyed she had used his words against. him. Why does it feel as though she gets gutsier every time we meet? 

Satisfied with the reaction she got from him, she leaned back in her seat. “So, do we have a deal?” she stretched her hand out to him. 

Instead of taking her hand, he took a pen from his pocket and added the condition she included to it. “Deal,” he said without taking her hand. 

She swiped her tongue across her lips as she folded her palm into a fist and pulled it backwards. “If that’s all, I’ll be leaving now,” he said.. 

“I’d also love to know where you spend your day… your house,” she said, her heart pounding in her chest as she placed her sweaty palms beneath the table so he didn’t see them tremble. 

She had expected him to refuse, snap at her, say something incredibly nasty and offensive, but nothing could have prepared her for his calm, nonchalant ‘Sure‘. She blinked rapidly, tilting her head to the side as she tried to figure out if she heard him wrong “Did you say ‘sure‘?” 

“It’s only normal for my wife to know where I work, right?” he said nonchalantly as he put back the contract in his briefcase. “I’ll invite you over to my apartment to sign this and I expect you to come alone-” 

Alone? 

“–which means I don’t want your friend coming with you.” 

Just he and I alone in the same house. She felt heat rush to her cheeks at the thought of what could happen. 

“No, we aren’t going to be alone,” he said as though reading her thoughts, 

making her look down at her palms in embarrassment. 

“I wasn’t thinking that,” she lied. 

“I didn’t say you were thinking anything,” he said as he got up. 

She opened her mouth to speak when her phone began ringing. She pulled out of her purse to see it was Giovanni calling her. 

“Excuse me, I have to take this,” she said to Davis. 

“You can take the call as we leave,” he said as he walked toward the exit of the 

restaurant. 

She picked up her purse, swiped the call button to the right and placed her phone to her ears. “Tesoro,” Giovanni said. “I’m starting to wonder if you plan to ruri with my car.” 

She rolled her eyes, “It hasn’t even been two hours and you still haven’t answered my question as to what Tesoro means,” At the mention of “Tesoro‘, Davis halted in his steps and Anna walked right past him. 

“When did he get her number?” he muttered. His eyes fell on the sportscar. “That bastard must have done all this just so he can keep in contact with her.” 

He wanted to include a clause stating she should avoid Giovanni in the contract, but he’d need to give a reason for that and if he lied about it, Giovanni would tell her everything. 

Not that he cared about what she thought, but he couldn’t afford for her to know when he wasn’t entirely sure he could trust her emotions. 

“It means ‘treasure‘,” he answered, making a smile spread across her face. No one had ever called her something like that before. Davis had, but it was for their goal. “Isn’t that something odd to call someone the first time you meet them?” “It was what came to mind when I saw you that night,” he told her. 

“I’m married, in case you forgot,” she said. 

“Are you through with whatever it is you wanted to do urgently?” He asked as though he hadn’t heard what she said. 

She turned to look at Davis to find him staring right at her with a deep frown on his face. “Uh… yeah, I’m through,” she looked away from him, “Why do you ask?” 

“I’d like to treat you to dinner and we can exchange our cars afterwards. I already got yours fixed and I’m hoping mine is in the condition I left it,” he said. “Yeah, it’s in perfect condition and no, I won’t be accepting your offer to treat me 

to dinner but we can meet to exchange our cars,” she said sternly. “And I won’t agree no matter how much you insist, even if you use my Porsche against me.” 

“You got me,” he said with a chuckle. “Fine, I’ll come to drop it off at your home.” 

She was about to ask how he knew where she lived, but he hung up before she could say anything. “At least rudeness is something you and Davis both have in common,” she muttered under her breath. 

“You should stay away from him,” Davis said, unable to hold back anymore. 

Anna turned around to find him directly behind her and distanced herself from him. “Aren’t you two friends?” she raised a brow. 

He nodded slowly, “I guess you could call us that, but you’re my wife,” he paused, thinking of a believable lie, “and he’s infamous for going after women that don’t belong to him.” 

“Well, I can handle this myself,” she told him, her nose scrunched up in 

annoyance. “Apart from being a cool guy to be around, he’s probably the only one that can tell me about you.” 

He stared at her for a while before shaking his head and walking toward his car with a frown on his face. “Expect my call,” he said as he got into his car. 

She watched as he drove off. “Are they friends?” she wondered as she entered the sportscar. “If they’re friends, their relationship is rather peculiar.” 

After thirty minutes of driving, she arrived at her mansion to find her Porsche in front of the house. She got down from the sportscar, looking around to see Giovanni was nowhere to be found. 

“You’re finally here,” She turned to her left to see him coming out from the side. of the car. 

She stretched out her palm. “My keys, please,” she said politely and quickly added, “Also, thank you for your help today.” 

He gave her a boyish grin, “You’re welcome,” he said as he dropped her keys in her hand and took them from her other palm. 

“Are you declining dinner with me?” he asked with a pout. 

With a smile, she nodded, “Yes, Giovanni. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m married so I won’t be going out to dinner with you, especially when we just met each other. What would happen if the media caught us together?” 

He tucked his hands in his pocket and shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll just tell them I took you out to dinner on behalf of your husband who’s too busy to do it.” 

Her brows furrowed together in annoyance, “And who told you he doesn’t take me out to dinner?” 

He stepped closer to her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Since the problem is friendship, I’d like to be your friend, Tesoro,” he said with a serious look on his face. 

She stared at him for a while. “I’m still not going out to dinner with you. 

He let out a sigh of defeat as he walked toward his car. “Fine then,” he stopped behind her. “If I didn’t know better, your acting would make me believe you and Davis are truly married. You should take up acting 

She froze at his words. How does he know?