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88. Lines Drawn
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2026-09-26 14:47:52
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One Night And A Billionaire Obsession 88. Lines Drawn
Michael’s POVHer words hung in the air, like a physical weight settling between us. We were still standing in the narrow hallway, the dim yellow light flickering slightly above us. Kelly’s jaw was set tight, and I could see the anger in her eyes, but beneath it all, was something that scared me more. She wasn't just venting, no it seems she had made a decision.“You’re making this into something much larger than it needs to be,” I said, as I tried to keep my voice low and measured, so I won't get more angry. “We had a professional conflict. Things got heated at the office. But that doesn't justify you going out with another man the very next day.”“Don’t you dare reduce this to a ‘professional conflict,’” she snapped. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was sharp enough to cut. “You didn't just correct a mistake, Michael. You dismantled me right in front of everyone, and you didn't care.”I felt a surge of defensiveness rise within me. “I was protecting the company! That contract coul
One Night And A Billionaire Obsession 87. Where The Light Falls
Kelly's POV Today was the longest day of my life at the office, because it was heavy and cold. Everything moved with a mechanical precision that felt like I was walking through ice. Michael didn’t call me into his office to talk about the mistake or the shouting, nor did he apologize.Any instructions for my work that I needed to know came through Claire, and if I had any question, I was told to ask Scott. It was almost as if Michael had decided I didn't exist in his space anymore. When we finally crossed paths near the elevators in mid-afternoon, my heart jumped, as I hoped he would finally speak to me. But instead, his gaze just skimmed over me, as he gave a short nod to a person standing behind me and kept walking.It was as if he was treating me like a stranger, or worse, like a broken piece of office equipment that had been replaced.By five o’clock in the evening, the weight in my chest was unbearable. Every time my phone buzzed, I hoped it was a text from him. Maybe he wa
One Night And A Billionaire Obsession 86. The Space In Our Midst
Kelly's POV My fingers tracing the edges of files I had already straightened a dozen times. The office had long since settled back into its rhythmic hum, but to me, the air still felt charged and tense. It was as if the shouting had cleared away all the warmth, leaving only the sharp edges of professional expectations. Around me, my coworkers moved in hushed, careful orbits, offering no glances, nor sympathetic nods. In a high-stakes environment like this, failure was like a contagious disease no one wanted to catch.And above all, Michael’s door remained closed like a heavy, silent barrier. After Owen and Scott had followed him inside, the latch had clicked with a finality that felt like a sentencing. I had spent the afternoon watching that door, waiting for it to swing open, waiting for a summons or even another sharp word, anything to bridge the sudden, frozen distance between us. But nothing came. Claire and Scott handled the fallout with the Jefferson Group, their voices a
One Night And A Billionaire Obsession 85. A Different Kind Of Feeling
Kelly's POV The morning had a comforting hum to it, that was both calming and energizing, as I leaned against the edge of Marissa’s desk. She was one of the executive assistants on this floor. As I stood beside her, I could perceive the scent of her vanilla candle mixing in the air with the smell of stale office coffee. We were looking over a revised draft for a document we were both working on, the blue light of her monitor reflecting in her glasses.“No,” I said, pointing to a paragraph near the bottom of page four. “If she asks us to move this clause again, the legal department isn’t just going to complain, they’re going to send us parking.”Marissa let out a soft laugh, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she highlighted the text. “They love to scream anyway, Kelly. It’s their primary form of communication.”“True,” I smirked, feeling a rare sense of ease. Around us, the office flowed like a well-oiled machine. Phones chirped, printers whirred, and a courier moved past us
One Night And A Billionaire Obsession 84. Old Memories, New Plans
Michael’s POVI woke up and for a second I didn’t even open my eyes. I just lay there, staring at the darkness behind my eyelids. My body was heavy and warm under the sheets, but my mind replayed the events that happened in the office the previous night in brutal detail. The way Kelly’s breath had felt against my neck, as I moved inside her. Thinking about those moments made my hand flexed against the mattress like it was remembering the shape of her waist on its own. This was absurd, it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours.I exhaled slowly and dragged a hand over my face, trying to shake the memories off, but it didn’t work. The desire and want sat low in my stomach, sharp and relentless. I could still feel the echo of her nails scraping on my shoulders, the way she’d said my name like it had hurt to hold it in. My body reacted again, instant and unforgiving.“This is ridiculous,” I muttered to the empty room. The morning light was just beginning to bleed through the curtains, tur
One Night And A Billionaire Obsession 83. Keeping Up The Facade
Kelly’s POVI got to Dylan’s house later than I'd planned, the sky was already dark and the entrance light was glowing warm against the front steps, I refused to feel ashamed for the reason why I was late. As I got to the door, I could hear voices from inside before I even unlocked the door. Laughter spilled through, loud and familiar, making my chest loosened in a way it never did at work.As I walked in, the smell hit me first. It had a delicious scent of garlic, onions and some herbs, something was roasting in the oven, and it smelled like home. My mother was at the stove with an apron tied too tightly around her waist, stirring a pot like she was fighting with it, and my father stood at the counter pretending to help, which mostly meant stealing pieces of food when she wasn’t looking. Dylan on the other hand, leaned against the fridge, scrolling through his phone.“There she is,” my dad announced the second he saw me. “The working woman.”My mother turned, and her face lit up.
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