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CHAPTER 81
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NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 125
They hadn’t called us yet.The courtroom clock ticked past 9:40, each second stretching longer than the last. The clerk had worked through three other cases already, quick dissolutions, uncontested agreements, couples who looked relieved or numb or both as they walked out. None of them had taken more than ten minutes. Ours was still pending, listed somewhere near the bottom of the docket, and every time the clerk’s voice rose with a new number, my pulse jumped, then settled again when it wasn’t ours.Mr Okon , had texted me eight minutes ago:‘ Stuck in traffic on the bridge. ETA 10-12 minutes. Hold steady. Do NOT speak to opposing counsel or the petitioner without me present. ‘I stared at the message again, thumb hovering over the screen, then locked the phone and slipped it back into my bag. I had contemplated going to talk to Daniel. The thought kept circling. Some hours passed and, then finally doors opened behind me and I caught the familiar footsteps of Mr Okons shoes. I le
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I quickly pulled my phone from my bag, fingers trembling just enough to make the screen swipe twice before it registered. The courtroom noise faded to a dull hum around me, low voices, rustling papers, the slow creak of the ceiling fan, as I found Mr okon Oscar’s number and pressed call.He answered on the second ring. “Emma ? You’re at the courthouse already?” His voice was calm, professional, the same steady tone he’d used through every late-night call and document review over the past year. I pressed the phone harder to my ear, shielding the mouthpiece with my free hand even though no one was close enough to hear.“I want to withdraw the divorce,” I said. The words came out quiet but clear, no hesitation, no tremor. Just fact.A short pause on her end. Not surprise exactly, more like recalibration. I could picture him in his office downtown: dark blazer, glasses perched on his nose, legal pad already open in front of him “Okay,” he said simply. No judgment. No lecture. Just:
NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 123
I arrived at the courthouse a little before nine, the morning air crisp with the faint bite of early fall and the smell of wet leaves from last night’s rain. I had chosen my outfit the night before with careful intention, charcoal gray blazer, tailored white blouse tucked into slim black trousers, low black heels that clicked with quiet authority rather than nerves. My hair was pulled into a sleek, low bun, secured with pins that felt like small anchors. Makeup was minimal: foundation to even out the shadows under my eyes, a touch of concealer, nude lipstick. Nothing dramatic. Just enough to look composed. Just enough to look like I wasn’t hollow inside.The courthouse building was the same as always, gray stone steps worn smooth by decades of footsteps, brass doors that caught the pale sunlight, the faint echo of voices bouncing off marble floors. I walked through security, bag scanned, shoes off, arms raised, then followed the signs to the family court division. A clerk at the count
NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 122
He buried his face between my cheeks, nose brushing the sensitive skin of my cleft, and pressed his lips directly to my pussy. Soft at first, almost reverent, then firmer, parting my folds with his tongue in one long, slow drag from clit to entrance.I gasped, sharp, involuntary, back arching, head dropping until my forehead rested against my folded arms. The angle made everything feel deeper, more exposed: his tongue pushing inside me, curling, tasting, then sliding out to circle my clit with wet, relentless flicks.His hands kneaded my ass, thumbs digging in, spreading me wider so he could reach every inch. He groaned against me, the vibration traveling straight through my core, making my thighs shake and my hips push back instinctively, chasing more of his mouth.he muttered, voice muffled and thick with want. “Taste so good. So fucking wet for me.” He sucked my clit between his lips, gentle suction at first, then harder, while two fingers slid inside me again, thick and curling, s
NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 121
“Yes baby,” he breathed against my ear, hips rocking once, slow and deliberate, letting me feel every inch of him through our clothes. “You feel so good. Always do.”I reached back, fingers threading into his hair, holding him there while his mouth worked my neck and his hand worked my breast. The desk was right in front of me; I braced one palm against the wood, the other still tangled in his hair, trying to anchor myself as sensation built and built.He slid his free hand down, lower, cupping me through my trousers, pressing the heel of his palm against my clit in slow, firm circles. Even through the fabric the pressure was perfect, enough to make my thighs tremble, not enough to push me over the edge yet.I turned my head, found his mouth with mine, hungry, messy, desperate to drown out everything else. He groaned into the kiss, tongue sliding against mine, hand slipping inside my trousers now, fingers finding slick heat and circling my clit with devastating accuracy.My hips rocke
NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 120
As I got to the office, Adrian was already at my desk.He was leaning back against the edge of it, legs crossed at the ankles, sleeves of his button-down rolled to the elbows, the top two buttons undone in that casual way he always did when he wanted to look relaxed but still devastating. The late-afternoon sun slanted through the blinds behind him, catching the faint stubble along his jaw and turning the white cotton of his shirt almost translucent at the shoulders. He looked like he belonged there, like the room had been waiting for him to fill it.“Come here, baby,” he said, voice low and warm, the kind of tone that usually made my knees soften and my pulse kick up.I knew exactly what he wanted in that minute. I could see it in the slow way his eyes tracked me from the doorway, in the small, knowing tilt of his mouth, in the way one hand rested lightly on the desk like he was already imagining pulling me between his thighs.But I wasn’t in the mood for that.I didn’t know what I w
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