CHAPTER 12: It’s Going Too Fast

Latest chapter

• Falling For My Billionaire Revenge Daddy   CHAPTER 64: How Could I Walk Away From Him Now?

  Roxy’s POVRosie was at it again, her long red hair tied up in a messy bun, crouched low beside her dad’s old Thunderbird. Her jeans were smeared with grease, her hands black, face shiny with sweat, but she looked totally focused. Like this car could actually come back to life if she willed it hard enough.I sat in the passenger seat, door open, one leg hanging out, tapping my hand against the steering wheel.She grunted as something clanked loudly under the hood.“Rosie,” I said.“Hold on,” she muttered, disappearing deeper into the engine like she was crawling inside it.The air smelled like rust, gasoline, and summer. My leg bounced. I had something to say, and it was eating me alive.I tapped again.“Rosie.”Nothing.She wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist. “Come on, baby,” she whispered to the engine like it could hear her. “Just one little growl for mama.”Why am I sitting here in this truck watching her waste her time as usual.Yes because I need to tell her.I need t

• Falling For My Billionaire Revenge Daddy   CHAPTER 63: Her Name About To Slip Off My Tongue

  Aaron’s POVI had just stepped out of the shower, towel hanging low on my hips, running another through my damp hair. The mirror was foggy, but her image was clear in my head.Roxette Bennett.Sarah’s student.Her soft lips. That petite little body. Those dark eyes that looked like they could see right through me. Her voice still echoed in my ears from the elevator. God, I wanted her.I wanted to make her mine.In my bed.Damn it, Aaron.What the hell are you even thinking?She’s just a girl.Sarah’s student. Sarah’s favorite student.I can’t do this. I’m not that man. The one who needed to control, to dominate. I buried him a long time ago.“Hey, baby,” Sarah’s voice cut through my thoughts. I hadn’t even heard her come in. Her arms wrapped around me from behind, her hands sliding over my chest.“I missed you. Work was crazy today. But now I’m home. And you… you smell so damn good,” she whispered, pressing her lips into my back.I wanted to respond. I really did. But all I could thin

• Falling For My Billionaire Revenge Daddy   CHAPTER 62: Ending Our Arrangement

  Aaron’s POVThere was a knock.I lifted my head from the file I hadn’t really been reading.And there she was.Roxette Bennett.She walked in.White blouse, neatly tucked into a fitted skirt. Clean lines. Professional. Composed.Except for her hair.Typically, I prefer brunette but here I am lusting after her wild dark hair.That ponytail was slightly undone, and I knew damn well I was the reason for it. My fingers had been in it just this morning. In the elevator. Pressed up against her. Her body against mine. Her lips...God help me.The second my eyes landed on her, it hit me all over again. That moment. Her kiss. The taste of her mouth. The sound of her breathing against my neck. My hand fisted at my side. I couldn’t let it show. Not again.And yet… I wanted her. Right here. Right now.I wanted to kiss her again. Pull her close. Feel her body trembling beneath mine. Kiss her until those soft, sweet lips were swollen and needy and only ever mine.She stepped closer, clearing her th

• Falling For My Billionaire Revenge Daddy   CHAPTER 61: After That Kiss: Double POV

  Aaron’s POVFuck.What the hell did I just do?I kissed her.I kissed Roxy Bennett.And worse? I wanted more.I’m pacing my office like a madman, hands dragging through my hair, chest rising and falling too damn fast. I can still taste her on my lips—sweet, unsure, and devastatingly addictive. The elevator lights might’ve come back on, but something inside me… shut down. Or maybe cracked wide open.I kissed her.I kissed my wife’s student. My intern. A girl I have no business even looking at, let alone kissing like she was mine to take.Goddamn it.I slam my palm against my desk.Thirteen years in this building. Hundreds of faces. Dozens of interns. I’ve never crossed the line. Not once. And then her.Her voice.Her mouth.Her fire.The way she looked at me in the dark like I was something worth saving.Another slam. My fist this time. Desk shakes. My knuckles throb. Good. Maybe pain will snap me the hell out of this spiral.A knock.Shit.Control yourself.“Mr. West?” Rachael peeks i

• Falling For My Billionaire Revenge Daddy   CHAPTER 60: A Trap And A Kiss

  Roxy’s POVI blink, trying to process, but the next thing I hear is Aaron’s breathing. Loud. Shaky.Almost like—he’s afraid.It’s heavy and uneven, the kind of breathing that doesn’t sound like him at all.I can hear him inhaling through his mouth like he’s struggling to get air, and even though I can’t see him, I swear I can feel him shaking.“Mr. West?” I murmur into the darkness. Nothing.I fumble in my bag, heart hammering as I dig around blindly until my fingers graze my phone. I yank it out, press the power button, then the flashlight. A weak glow cuts through the darkness—enough to see him.My breath hitches.Aaron West is curled into the corner of the elevator like a fragile little boy.He’s on the floor, knees pulled up, face damp with sweat, his hands trembling slightly. His suit is wrinkled from the way he’s folded into himself.It almost doesn’t feel real.Like I’m hallucinating or something—like my brain is fabricating this image because there’s no way this powerful, cold

• Falling For My Billionaire Revenge Daddy   CHAPTER 59: Our First Kiss In The Elevator

  Roxy’s POVI shouldn’t have come in today.Every logical bone in my body told me not to.But logic never did stand a chance when it came to my damn pride.And Rosie was right—now would’ve been the perfect time to walk away.Now that I hate him.Now that I really, really hate him.But here I was anyway.Because even though Aaron West may be a self-righteous, ego-drenched jackass… I loved this job.I loved working important cases.I had Rachael—the closest thing to a work pal.I had purpose.And I had bills.The money I make here is really good—or how else could I help pay for school?The elevator was already half full when I stepped in. I kept to myself, clutching my bag, mentally listing out everything I had to do today. The ride was quiet, humming along floor by floor until it stopped on the 13th. I was headed to the 15th.People filed out, murmuring polite goodbyes and small talk, leaving me alone inside.Then—“Hold it.”A voice cuts through my thoughts.I don’t need to see the fac