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PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE Fifty-One
We didn’t talk much after Eleanor left. We didn’t need to. She just handed me a blanket, made us both another cup of coffee, and queued up an old rom-com we used to obsess over in college. Something about the familiarity of it—the cheesy soundtrack, the predictable plot, the way we both still mouthed the lines before they came—soothed the raw edges in me. We laughed. God, we laughed. Real, belly-deep laughter that felt like a protest against everything heavy. For a little while, it was just like college again—two girls sprawled across a couch, wrapped in throw blankets, mocking the lead actor’s haircut, fighting over popcorn, pretending the world outside didn’t exist. Andra nudged me at one point, a grin tugging at her lips. “See? Told you marshmallows and movies fix everything.” I smiled, resting my head against the couch cushion. “You forgot the part where I sobbed like a Victorian widow.” She snorted. “Minor detail.” And for a little while, I forgot the weight of it
PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE Fifty
I arrived at Andra’s apartment in what felt like a heartbeat, barely holding myself together. My vision was blurry, my breath shallow as I rang the bell. The door flew open almost instantly. Andra stood there with a bright smile, her silk robe tied loosely at the waist, and a half-dried face mask clinging to her skin. “Janice!” she beamed. “Is it Saturday already or did the stars finally align—?” She stopped mid-sentence, her smile fading the second her eyes took me in. My breath was uneven, my shoulders tense. I didn’t say a word — just stood there, stunned and brittle, like one wrong word would shatter me. “Whoa,” she murmured, stepping aside instantly. “Come in. Now.” I didn’t hesitate. The second the door closed behind me, I sank into her arms like gravity had finally won. My fingers curled around the fabric of her robe as my body trembled. Andra held me tight without asking questions, her hand gently rubbing circles into my back. "It's okay, okay.” she whispered, her voic
PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE Forty-Nine
I placed the bowl of ice cream gently on my nightstand before curling under the sheets. I closed my eyes, ready to let the day slip away— But then, out of nowhere, strong arms wrapped around me. “What the—?” I squealed, startled. “Calm down, it's me” Icarus murmured, his voice low against my ear. "Icarus," I breathed, turning in his embrace. My heart still thundered in my chest. His grey eyes met mine—warm, steady, unblinking. “Hey,” I whispered, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Hey,” he replied, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. His fingers lingered, tender and sure, like I might vanish. His thumb grazed my cheekbone. For a moment, we just stayed like that — breathing each other in. “You scared the hell out of me,” I murmured, eyes fluttering shut as his forehead touched mine. “Had to see you,” he said softly. “I didn’t like how I left things earlier.” “You kissed me in front of Dalia,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. His lips quirked. “I know.” I searc
PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE Forty—Eight
I was still floating.The city blurred beyond the elevator glass, but all I could feel was Icarus — his voice still echoing in my ears, quiet and unexpected:"Marry me."Behind me, Alessio trailed with that ever-present knowing smirk.“You gonna keep grinning like that all day, or do I need to book you a room in the psych ward?” he teased.I laughed, breathless and dazed. I twirled once as the penthouse doors opened, letting myself get swept up in it — in him, in the sheer surreality of the moment.And yet, something in the air felt too still. I stepped in with a playful spin. Never had i felt so good.“Lupe!” I called out “I’m bac—”But my voice caught mid-note.There was movement on the couch.A figure — languid, poised — stirred. Legs crossed, posture pristine. She was beautiful in that intimidating, editorial sort of way: all sharp cheekbones, full lips, and a cascade of obsidian-dark hair. Her skin glowed, golden and smooth, like she’d been poured out of a luxury campaign.She wo
PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE Forty-Seven
Then, just as I reached the double oak giant doors to Icarus’ office, I stopped. My heart pounded. My hand hovered near the handle. This was it. The man who made me feel everything and then walked away like it was nothing.I took a deep breath, lifted my chin, and pushed the door open. There he was—behind his desk, suit jacket tossed over the chair, sleeves rolled up, forearms flexing as he signed something with sharp, practiced strokes. He didn’t look up right away. I closed the door slowly. The click echoed in the quiet room, finally drawing his gaze. And God, those eyes—stormy grey, fierce and breathtaking—locked onto me. “Jay jay,” he said, voice low, like my name still tasted sweet on his tongue. I folded my arms, narrowing my gaze."You really think you can sleep with me, then send a message through Alessio as if I’m just another one of your employees?” His jaw clenched; a vein pulsed at his temple. Still, no words. I pressed on, voice sharp and steady. “You looked me in the
PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE Forty Six
I woke to an empty bed.The sheets were still warm beside me, but the space where he should’ve been was hollow. My hand searched blindly—hoping for a shirt, a note, anything—but there was nothing.Was it a dream?I sit up in panic, but the dull ache between my thighs screamed the truth. No. Not a dream. I was sore. Naked. It had happened.Where was he? Why did he leave without a word?No note, nothing? I slide out of the bed, the cool floor sending a shiver up my spine.I reach for my robe, my fingers trembling slightly, then catch my reflection in the mirror.Disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, eyes still wide with the remnants of last night’s intensity.Who just leaves like this? No warning, no goodbye. I pull the robe tight around me, knotting it like a fragile shield against the chaos twisting inside my head.From downstairs, the scrape of boxes drags my scattered thoughts back, followed by the comforting scent of pancakes floating up the stairs.Oh God. My parents. How could I forge
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