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He Made Me Feel!!!

مؤلف: Edly Caesar
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-03-17 16:31:06

PAIGE

Sunday afternoon arrives too fast.

I stand outside his building for five minutes before going in. Just staring up at the glass and steel, watching clouds drift past the top floors, wondering what the hell I'm doing.

You're visiting your boss. That's all. Just a visit.

My phone says 1:57 PM. I'm early. I'm always early when I'm nervous.

The lobby is quiet. A doorman nods as I pass. The elevator is polished marble and soft music. I press the button for the top floor and hold my breath.

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  • My Possessive Billionaire Boyfriends    We Need To Talk!

    MARCUSMonday morning starts like any other.I'm in my office at Aethelred Tower, staring at spreadsheets I don't care about, thinking about her. Always her. Paige in my arms. Paige on my rooftop. Paige whispering my name in the dark.My phone shows a photo from yesterday. Sent by someone on my security team. Routine check. I asked them to keep an eye on her. For her safety. That's what I told myself.The photo loads.My hands freeze on the keyboard.Paige. Standing outside a building I recognize. Blackwood Tower. NovaCore headquarters. She's dressed casual. Weekend clothes. Hair loose. She's looking up at something. Waiting for someone.I scroll to the next photo.A man opens the door. Julian Blackwood. Grey eyes. Dark shirt. Sleeves rolled up. He's looking at her like she's the only thing in the world worth looking at.She steps inside.The door closes behind them.I stare at the screen. My vision tunnels. My hands curl into fists. My jaw tightens so hard it hurts.Julian Blackwood.

  • My Possessive Billionaire Boyfriends    Three Men One Heart.

    PAIGEHaruto points a gun at Marcus.Marcus points a gun at Julian.Julian points a gun at Haruto.Three men. Three weapons. Three faces twisted with hate.I stand in the middle, frozen. Can't move. Can't speak. Can't breathe."She's mine." Haruto's voice is cold. Hard. Nothing like the man who kissed me on my doorstep. "She's always been mine. Six years I waited. Six years I loved her. You don't get to take her from me."Marcus laughs. Bitter. Angry. "Six years you were gone. I was there. I held her. I loved her when you couldn't. She's mine.""Both of you are wrong." Julian, his tone is low and commanding. Empty. "She came to me. She chose me. She's mine.""No!" Haruto steps forward. "Mine.""Mine." Marcus raises his gun."Mine." Julian's finger tightens on the trigger.I try to scream. Nothing comes out."She's ours!"The words come from somewhere else. Someone else. I look around but we're alone. Just the three of them. Just me."Ours," Haruto repeats. But his voice sounds strange

  • My Possessive Billionaire Boyfriends    He Made Me Feel!!!

    PAIGESunday afternoon arrives too fast.I stand outside his building for five minutes before going in. Just staring up at the glass and steel, watching clouds drift past the top floors, wondering what the hell I'm doing.You're visiting your boss. That's all. Just a visit.My phone says 1:57 PM. I'm early. I'm always early when I'm nervous.The lobby is quiet. A doorman nods as I pass. The elevator is polished marble and soft music. I press the button for the top floor and hold my breath.The ride up takes forever.Too soon, the doors open. A private hallway. One door. His.I knock.The door opens.Julian stands there. Grey eyes. Dark shirt, sleeves rolled up. He looks different here. Softer somehow. More human."Paige." He says my name like he's confirming I'm real. "You came.""You sound surprised.""A little." He steps back. "Come in."I step inside.The apartment is beautiful. Huge windows. City views. Clean lines and expensive furniture that somehow still feels warm. Books on sh

  • My Possessive Billionaire Boyfriends    It's Clear Julian Really Wants Me

    PAIGESaturday morning sunlight cuts through my curtains like a blade.I squeeze my eyes shut. Pull the pillow over my head. Breathe.Three more hours of sleep. That's all I need. Just three more—The pillow disappears."Rise and shine, sleeping beauty."Sadie. Of course.I crack one eye open. She's fully dressed in jogging gear, holding my running shoes like they're weapons. Her grin is way too bright for this hour."No.""Yes.""It's Saturday.""I'm aware." She drops the shoes on my stomach. "Central Park. Sun's out. Path's waiting. Let's go."I groan. Roll over. "Five more minutes.""You said that yesterday. And the day before." She grabs my arm, starts pulling. "You've been hiding in this apartment all week. Work. Haruto. Mysterious late nights. Now you're going to sweat and you're going to talk and you're going to do it while moving."I hate that she's right.Twenty minutes later, we're on the path.Central Park is alive around us. Runners weaving. Walkers strolling. Dogs draggin

  • My Possessive Billionaire Boyfriends    Julian Ask Me Late For Work !

    JULIANI stare at the photo for a long time.Dark. Grainy. But clear enough.Her face tilted up. His hand on her cheek. Their lips touching like the world doesn't exist outside that moment.I set the phone down. Pick it up. Set it down again.Who sent this? I asked Dante.Doesn't matter, he replied. What matters is what you do with it.What do I do with it?I've waited months. Watched her from afar. Learned her routines, her smiles, the way she laughs with Sadie in the break room. I've been patient because patience is what I do. It's who I am.But patience has limits.She's kissing another man. Letting him touch her. Letting him have what I've been quietly wanting.Not anymore.I check the time. 11:47 PM. Too late to text now. But tomorrow...Tomorrow, I stop waiting.---PAIGETuesday morning arrives too fast.I wake up still smiling. Still thinking about Haruto's lips on mine. His voice in the dark. I'm not leaving again.My phone shows three texts from him already.Haruto: Morning,

  • My Possessive Billionaire Boyfriends    I'm Not Leaving Again.

    PAIGEThe walk from the restaurant to my apartment is slow.Not because it's far. It's not. Just a few blocks through streets that glow yellow under streetlights. But Haruto holds my hand the whole way, and neither of us wants to rush.His thumb traces circles on my skin. Small circles. Gentle. Like he's memorizing the feel of me."You're quiet," he says."Just thinking.""About what?"I look at him. The way the streetlight catches his face. Those dark eyes that have seen too much. That jaw that's sharper now than it was at seventeen. But underneath all of it, he's still my Haruto."About how strange this is," I say. "Walking through New York City with you. Holding your hand. After six years of nothing."He stops walking. Turns to face me. "Strange good or strange bad?""Stran

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