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No Escaping the Billionaire's Desire 55
Lirael's POVI stare out of the window, watching the cars pass by in a slow, almost languid manner. Exhaustion seems to cling to me like a heavy cloak, despite the deep sleep I managed to get last night—perhaps the best rest I've had in a long while. However, jet lag cruelly roused me from slumber earlier than I'd hoped, leaving me feeling drained and sluggish.Jonathan, our chauffeur, dutifully guides the limo towards my penthouse, and for a fleeting moment, I entertain the idea of instructing him to turn back and return to Zephyra's apartment. Despite my insistence that she take the day off, having kept her up late last night and worn her out before the day had even begun, she adamantly insisted on getting ready and heading into work. She even declined my offer of a ride to the office, urging me to go home and unpack.Leaning back in my seat, I close my eyes and allow the memory of our morning together to wash over me—the intensity of my desire to possess every part of her, not just
No Escaping the Billionaire's Desire 56
Lirael's POVI lean on the hotel balcony’s railing, my forearms braced on top, my hands hanging loosely. A mild breeze cools my sweat-damp skin, which, along with the rumpled sheets of the king-size bed behind me, bears testament to the activity that’s occupied me for the last few hours. This high up, the normal sounds of New York City—music, shouts, the occasional siren, the honking of car horns—are muted, much like the stars, which can barely be seen through the haze of illumination cast by the sprawling urban jungle below.From here, I can see Wright Plaza, the fifty-three-story office tower which houses the global headquarters of the Wright Group. The lights glimmering in the windows reveal that many of our people are still at work, even this late on a Friday night. A glow from the corner of the highest floor shows that Nathan, my older brother by five years—thirty-six to my thirty-one—is there too.Hardly a surprise.“Hey,” a low, feminine voice purrs behind me. Soft breasts pres
No Escaping the Billionaire's Desire 57
Lirael's POVThe polished wood of the bar gleams under the glitter of chandeliers, and the air is a little too heavy with the mingled scents of cologne and perfume, courtesy of New York Citys elite filling the ballroom behind me. I tap my finger on the rim of my now-empty glass. The bartender gives me a knowing look and reaches for the Macallan 25."Are you trying to break a record with this one, Lirael?" he jokes. It's a testament to how many of these events Ive been to recently that Im now friends with the bar staff. This is the fourth charity gala Ive been to in six weeks. "Just trying for a personal best." I bring the lowball glass to my lips, inhaling the warm, oaky aroma before swallowing. The whiskeys smoky burn is a welcome respite as it courses down my throat.I've completed my networking duty as chief of operations for my family's company, the Wright Group, and mingled for what feels like several monotonous hours talking up all our latest real estate developments. Now Im ta
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Zephyra's POVThe doorbell rings and my heart racesits a reaction Im still getting used to. After a quick glance in the mirror to run my fingers through my hair, I open the front door. Butterflies take flight in my stomach and my mouth goes dry when I see Lirael.It's been two days since he was last here. Two days since we made pancakes in my kitchen and ate them as I sat on his lap. He'd called me at work later that day to cancel our original plans for the weekend, telling me there was a situation he had to resolve, so when I got his message an hour ago asking if he could come over, I was excited. Im finding it harder and harder to be away from him, and I hope this means he feels the same way.I smile at him, then rise on my toes to press my lips to his.His hands go to my waist, his fingers curling into my skin, but he doesnt pull me into him the way Im expecting. I drop down and search his face. His jaw is tense, that familiar muscle twitching in it. Nerves tumble through me, and I
No Escaping the Billionaire's Desire 59
Zephyra's POVI take in my reflection in the mirror as I dab at my red lipstick. From the moment I agreed to go with Freya until now, I've avoided really thinking about the whole concept of visiting a sex club. It was easier just to leave it as an abstract idea. Now that Ive been approved as a guest and Im preparing to step firmly outside my comfort zone, nerves are practically vibrating through me.Freya, though, is untroubled. She dances over with two glasses of white wine and passes one to me. Her expression is soft when she meets my gaze in the mirror. You look beautiful.I smile back. You do too. Her glossy dark curls and espresso-brown eyes are a vibrant contrast to my wavy brownish-blond hair and blue eyes. I eye Freya's outfit. She's wearing a plunging red halter top and skin-tight leather pants that highlight all of her curves. I arch a brow at the pants. I dont know much about sex clubs, but I assumed the easier the access, the better.She laughs. True. But I'm not plannin
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Zephyra's POVThe uber pulls up outside a discreet entrance nestled between two unassuming buildings in a quieter part of Manhattan. Theres no indication of the clubs presence other than a man in a tailored black suit standing outside a plain black door. Rather than the stereotypical big, burly bouncer, this guy is compact and neatly put together. The intensity with which he scrutinizes Freya and me as we approach, though, makes it clear that he knows how to take care of trouble.Freya hands him a matte black card, which he scans with a small device he pulls out of his pocket. When he holds it out to her, she presses her thumb against it. I raise my brows, baffled at this whole secrecy thing. Not to mention the idea that my friend is a part of it.The machine beeps, and he hands her card back. He stares down at the screen, then up at me, probably confirming my identity against the photo identification I had to provide with my details.With a small nod, he pockets the device again. Enj
No Escaping the Billionaire's Desire 61
Zephyra's POVThank god the design phase of the project is almost over. Another two weeks and all the detailed plans will be finalized, then I can get out of here. Not only out of this building, but out of New York. At least temporarily. Possibly permanently.It's been two weeks since Lirael broke my heart. One week since news of the engagement went public. I havent seen him since he left my apartment. Weekly meetings have been taken over by Raphael, much to my relief. Having to sit across a table from Lirael right now would be unbearable.The morning after Lirael's visit, I sucked it up and spoke to Jovan, notifying him of my intention to take a leave of absence after the final designs have been signed off. As much as I might like to stay through the construction phase, my heart is too sore to allow it. The thought of running into Scottie around the buildingor worse, Lirael and Scottie together is too much to bear. Instead, I'm going home to spend some time with Mom and maybe intervi
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Zephyra's POV"Do I really have to go?" I groan, burying my face deeper into the plush hotel pillows. It's two weeks later, a whole fortnight since I poured my heart and soul into those damn hotel designs. The Wright Group's in-house construction planning team finally received the finalised plans, and with a sigh of relief, I considered the project done.Lirael, in a rare display of appreciation, decided to throw an extravagant dinner tonight to celebrate everyone's hard work. "Everyone," apparently, included me. Except, I wasn't going. A strategically placed migraine – a complete fabrication, of course – had earned me a reprieve. Jovan, bless his heart, tried to strong-arm me into attending, but I held firm. The thought of facing Lirael at the award ceremony tomorrow was already enough to churn my stomach. Sitting across a table from him for hours on end tonight? Intolerable."Yes, Freya, you heard me right," I mumble, my voice muffled by the pillows. "I have to go?"Freya, eve
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