Divorced Ex-Luna Returns With Triplets
CHAPTER SEVENTY: The Designer

Amanda'S

POV

I did not know what was recently wrong with Nathaniel but he seemed off. He was always busy. Rushing off to somewhere in the morning and coming back late has been his routine recently and I found it fishy. The only time Nathaniel does this is when something is wrong and he needs to set it right.

I walked into his office and met only Grayson who seemed to working on a file. He looked up at me the moment he sensed my presence. Grayson and I never had a prolonged conversation. In fact, the only time we had talked was when Nathaniel wanted to see me and there was no guard in sight he could order to call me.

"Where is here?" I asked, slowly stepping closer.

"As you can see, he is not in the pack house." His response was dry. I fought back the urge to scoff as I let out a deep exhale.

"Alright. If he returns, please inform him that I came to check on him." I said softly. He didn't respond so I took it as a yes and stepped out.

What exactly was going on? Did it involve that bitch called Maurene?

My phone vibrated against my palm and I jumped in fear. It was Martin. I didn't save his contact but I recognized it by the numbers. Rolling my eyes, I walked away from Nathaniel's office to my room and locked the door. I clicked on the green button.

"What?"

"Don't tell me you have my number saved on your phone." He drawled.

I scoffed. "Why are you calling me? I thought we agreed that there would not be any unnecessary calls?" I asked him, slumping on my bed.

"Well, it is necessary if I say that you will be meeting with Bille Gates tonight." He announced.

"What?" I jerked to my feet and screamed

"Oh, please be quiet. My ears are quite sensitive, you know." He snorted.

"You must be joking, Martin. There is no way you would... I don't even have his dress and... I am not even prepared.... I still have to-" I began to panic.

"You need to relax, Amanda. Bille is not a tough man. Just be yourself." He advised, making me stop hyperventilating.

"Even a man tough gets pleased when he see a beautiful object." I let out a deep exhale, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Why are you just telling me now?" I wanted to cry right now. "Well, apparently, his call came in just now and he informed me that he would not be available any day apart from today. And here it is, me, fulfilling my part of the deal." He replied.

If there was one thing I still have not understood is how he was able to convince Bille. If ever, Bille was a busy man and he hardly ever met any insignificant person.

"Tell me, how were you able to strike this deal with him?" I asked.

He snorted. "Well, he sort of owed me a favor and I called it in. And yes, don't bother asking what favor because I will not tell you. I have fulfilled my part of the deal so yes, it is your turn." I gulped hard. Truly, I was half expecting him to be deceiving me but he was being real right now, and I...

"Alright. Send me the address of the place and-"

"No," He cut in and my brows creased together. "What?"

"I am coming to pick up up." He claimed.

"No, Martin. You cannot. I will meet you there and -"

"I told him that you were my girlfriend and imagine the kind of way he would think if he sees us coming at different times. Maybe you were not as important to me after all." He mumbled.

I thought about it. He was right. We needed to present a good impression that we were in love and coming differently would not portray that.

"Alright. I will send you the address of the place you would pick me up. Is that alright by you?"

"Yes, anything you say, princess. You know this is the longest we have discussed on the phone. What do you say? That we should speak more on the phone?" I could visualize his eyes growing wife in anticipation. I uttered a snort. "No." I hung up and dropped the phone on my bed. Now, I needed to find the perfect down for the occasion. My phone pinged with message. It was from Martin. What did he want from me again? I forgot to add. Wear something that is un-Bille like. Not something that his rivals produce.

A ghost of a smile played on my lips. At least he took the initiative to share the tips. I wanted to type a thank you but what would happen to my steeze?

So I turned to my wardrobe and began to bring out every piece of dress. Still, I did not see anything that would be un-Bille like. I had liked this man and his models that I always made sure to recreate them. What do I do?

There was no way in the world I would suddenly call Nathaniel that I needed a dress. Wait! The dress Martin got for me and I didn't wear. I didn't even check the dress. I just dumped it in the lower layer of the wardrobe. I quickly searched for it an brought it out. Dropping it on the bed, I brought out the shiny gown and a grin split on my lips as I stared at the reflection in the mirror.

Martin definitely has some good taste.

I dropped the gown and quickly got into the bathroom. Damn! He didn't even tell what time he would be coming.

I did the usual and put some mild make up. I didn't want to appear like I was begging for attention. A model must be simple yet elegant. That was my motto.

Just as I got into the dress, a knock rapped on the door and I flinched a little. I was a little nervous and I was on the edge.

"Miss Amanda?" Grayson's voice came from outside and I gasped. Wading through the bunch of clothes littering my room, I opened the door and his left brow twitched as I pulled the door close to me so that he would not see the mess that was called my room.

"A man is outside, waiting for you." He notified me.

My mouth parted in a O. "Thank you." I tried to smile but the way he was looking at me told me he was here for something else. His neck craned over my head and I swallowed hard, feeling self-conscious that he had seen my room like that. If there was one thing Nathaniel's Beta was capable of doing, it was eliciting fear in you.

His eyes then ran over my body before he looked away and turned to me like he was struggling from sort. "Nathaniel said you should be careful."

"Where is-"

Before I could finish, he already walked off and I exhaled. I quickly put the zip up and picked up my purse. Taking a few mirror selfies and videos, I made my way out. A smile replaced the nervous scowl on my face as maids gushed about my appearance.

Of course, they would admire but would never become.

I soon reached outstide and Martin was there, leaning against the car like the gentleman that he was not.

He must have noticed me because he turned around to approach me. His eyes glinted with satisfaction on the gown I had chosen to wear.

"You wore the gown I got for you." He mused, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

I rolled my eyes. "You told me to wear something un-Bille like." I clicked my tongue.

He smiled like he knew I was lying but I was not. I was, however, thankful that he got me the dress in the first place.

We soon the hit the road and during the ride, Martin briefed me on the kind of person Bille was. What I should say and should not say. I listened attentively because I was not going to ruin a good opportunity because of clumsiness. We soon reached the restaurant and it was so like Bille. Martin led me in, his hand holding mine in a way that was intimate and real.

Bille sat in the corner on the farthest part of the restaurant and I breathed out deeply, trying to calm my nerves. I was finally meeting this man. The closest I have come to this man is through the television. Even though I was a top model, he still never reached to me so I took the initiative to reach out to him.

He looked up and didn't smile. okay, this night was not starting on the smiling level. I used to hear that Bille was always funny with his models but this one I was seeing was different. Was he a clone?

"Good evening to you, Bille." Martin greeted, his voice tight as he squeezed my cold palm. I sqeeuzed back and he helped me to sit. I smiled a little, not too much, not too showy. Just natural. "Good evening," That was all I said.

He didn't even respond but with the way Martin watched him closely, I knew whatever favor he called in didn't involve goodness.

Anyway, I held my breath until Bille finally spoke and I released it. Happy that he said something. We discussed all through the night and he was offering just one word response each time. Martin would add something too so it would not seem like I was the only one rambling. Honestly, he was truly my partner, I would have planted a peck on his cheeks.

At the end of the dinner, Bille expressed that he didn't want another model added to his collection as he already have a few but he would be up for collaboration. I was so glad and could hardly contain my happiness when he handed his card

to me.

"Nice meeting, miss-"

My smile faltered. He didn't even remember the name I had told him in the beginning. "Amanda. Amanda." I added for him. He didn't extend his hand out to me for a shake and I swallowed my pride as I watched him rise to his feet and walk out. I didn't stop gushing on how I had manage to take his card. By the time I was done eating with Martin and he took me back home, the moment I stepped through the gate, realization dawned on me.

I didn't send my address to Martin Taylor. How did he know?