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Bred By My Billionaire Boss Never enough
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE~ Stephano I came out of the bathroom, towel slung low around my hips, dabbing the steam from my jaw with one of those overpriced hotel linen cloths she liked.My hair was still wet, sticking to my neck. Florida heat clung to me like sin, even though I’d landed back in the city last night. My muscles ached.Isabella was here. Again. Always here, when I got back from a trip like that.She said she missed me.I didn’t answer.Because I didn’t know how to lie anymore. Not convincingly. Not to her. Not when the fucking truth had its nails buried so deep in me I couldn’t breathe.I walked out into the suite, towel drying my hair, and there she was, already out of bed. Already naked.Jesus.She hadn’t even tried to be coy about it. No lingerie. No teasing. Just fully bare, like she’d peeled herself down to the skin before I could even open the bathroom door. Her nipples were tight, her thighs pressed.She was throwing herself at me. That was how horny she was. I used to
Bred By My Billionaire Boss War zone
CHAPTER SIXTY~ CamillaThe Day Of The Gala: 6:42 PM.I checked the time for the fifth time in three minutes.He said he’d pick me up at seven. But I was already dressed. Already spiraling. Already pacing my tiny apartment in a floor-length black satin dress that made me feel like a damn impostor in my own skin. I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. Hair swept up. Shoulders bare. Earrings sparkling subtly. Neckline just toeing the line between classy and are-you-seriously-wearing-that. My heels made me tall enough to lie about it on dating apps, and the slit up my thigh was doing things to my self-esteem I hadn’t felt in years.I looked… good.Too good.And my first thought wasn’t You look like a goddess…it was What if he laughs?What if he saw me and immediately regretted this?And what the fuck was this, anyway?I mean, it was just a gala. It wasn’t a date. Just his assistant filling in. Temporarily. Convenient. Professional.Totally normal for a senior partner to pic
Bred By My Billionaire Boss Screw you
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE~ CamillaI sat down at the sleek desk just outside Alex’s office and stared at the empty inbox like it had personally offended me. The chair was slightly too stiff, the monitor slightly too high, and my brain was already spiraling into dangerous territory.Should I text Stephano?I shouldn’t. Obviously.But what if there’s something urgent?Urgent? Like his sudden disappearance? Like the fact that he’d left town without telling his assistant? His assistant. The woman who practically wiped his metaphorical ass for a living.No. No, screw that. He didn’t have the courtesy to let me know he’d be gone, why should I extend him any?I sat up straighter and opened my inbox, forcing my fingers to fly across the keyboard like I had a purpose in life.He’s just a man, I told myself. A man with no manners and a god complex.And a huge cock.I froze.Brain: WHY.Seriously? That was where my thoughts went?I backspaced the word "attached" three times because my fingers had type
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CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT~ CamillaI couldn’t see past the goddamn tower of files in my arms.Stephano had dumped them on my desk with that smug, condescending smirk of his, like he’d just gifted me a promotion instead of a week’s worth of pure, unfiltered bullshit. Budget breakdowns, Q3 performance reviews, department reports. Elvis never did this to me. Elvis respected personal space. Elvis didn’t assign me mailroom delivery duty like I was a goddamn intern.But no. Stephano was different. Stephano was an asshole with a god complex, a dick too proud of itself, and a vengeance kink aimed squarely at me. This was my life now. Ever since I refused to sign that ridiculous contract, which was just his polished, lawyered-up version of "Be My Desk Slut, Anytime, Anywhere", he'd made it his mission to grind me into dust.And I was doing it. Delivering these fucking files. Trying not to drop them. My arms ached. The top folder was sliding. My heel wobbled.“Son of a bitch,” I hissed under my brea
Bred By My Billionaire Boss Head high
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN~ StephanoThe second I heard those heels clicking outside my office, my cock twitched like it had fucking sonar. One month. One goddamn month without seeing her, hearing her voice, or smelling that intoxicating perfume she always wore, citrusy, heady, and maddening. I should’ve felt relieved. Peaceful. Free.But instead?I was hard before she even opened the door.I kept my eyes on the document in front of me, pretending I didn’t feel her presence. Pretending I didn’t know it was her. My temporary secretary didn’t even have to announce her, my body already knew. My cock sure as hell did. It swelled behind my zipper like a traitor, rubbing against my thigh, hungry. Desperate.You’re not fucking her again.I’d said it to myself every night since she left. Hell, I’d written it on a sticky note and slapped it on my bathroom mirror. I’d stared into my own goddamn eyes, repeating it like a mantra while I jacked off like a man possessed.But now? Now she was here. And
Bred By My Billionaire Boss Just sex
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX~ StephanoI was halfway through reviewing a procurement report when the knock came. Light. Polite. Annoying.“Come in,” I barked, without looking up.My door creaked open, and the HR girl, what was her name again? Madison? Marilyn? She stepped in like she was about to deliver the news of a death in the family. She clutched a file to her chest like it might protect her.“Sir,” she said with that prim voice HR types liked to use when delivering corporate crap, “I just wanted to inform you that your assistant, Ms. Camilla Whitlock, has formally submitted a month long sick leave request. It’s already been approved by the system. We’ll assign a temporary fill-in until she returns.”I paused mid-sentence. My eyes snapped up.“Camilla Whitlock?”She blinked. “Yes, sir. Is there a problem?”I straightened in my chair, one brow arched. “Problem?” I said, letting out a dry laugh. “No. No problem. She’s free to do as she pleases. Sick leave. Of course.”The girl hesitated, ga
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