The Billionaire's Secret ✓

(19) - Gala.

A black long Limo waited for us outside the house. Taylor opened the door for us and I thank him before getting in the luxurious limo.

"Talyor will be with us, you need any help you can ask him," James informed and I nod my head okay.

I'm freaking out both inside and out. James keeps his hands on my thighs caressing my skin."It will be fine." James assures me and I sigh. My palms are sweaty, my heart seems to burst out in excitement, anxiety, and mostly fear.

After a 20 minutes drive, the limo stops and so did my heart.

Talyor gets out first, James followed and held out his like a gentleman which I take shakingly. His other hand lifted the hem of my dress.

Who said chivalry doesn't exist anymore?

"Thanks, ma Romeo." I tease him as I successfully get down the limo without falling on the butt.

"Always." he winks and we interlock our arms like a classy couple.

But I was brought back to reality by a sea of reporters and cameras snapping our pictures.

Okay. I'm seriously freaking out now.

"Baby?" James whispered leaning to my ear.

"Yeh?" I do the same.

"Did I tell you that we are going to walk on a red carpet?"

"James, grow up. Why do you even think, I would care about the color of the carpet. None of my busines-" then the realization hit me a ton of brick.

The carpet-like the actual red carpet? Fucking RED CARPET. Who am I to walk on that, a Jennifer fuckin Lopez?

"James, so nice for you to inform me so early!" I glare at him as the guards make way for us to the red carpet.

If James told me this before, I would have run for hills and saved my dear poor life.

"Always." he winks as our heels made the way to the soft carpet. I try to plaster my best fake smile, I could do now.

"Nothing to worry. We will just walk to the middle, pose for some clicks, clarify things and we are good to go in."

Pose for pictures? Is this for real? I have no idea how I'm even standing on my feet without passing out.

A thousand questions are thrown. Flashlights blinding me. Oh holy!!! James stops and faces the crowd with his charming smile that would steal any girl's heart.

He wraps his arms around my waist possessively when he notices men undressing me with their eyes.

"God, I'll kill the one who designed that motherfucking dress," James said still smiling as if he talking about today's weather.

"Shut up," I said, faking a smile. People seeing this would seem like we are saying sweet nothings to each other's ears, which for some reason is funny.

"Mr.James Macqeen, is this your girlfriend?"

"Mr. James McQueen, you have been spotted with her plenty to times. Care to say something?"