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Chapter Six
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The Billionaire’s Dangerous Obsession Chapter Six
GREG’S POVMy sex was my escape. It was how I released the anger, frustration, and pressure I felt from my family and the empire I was expected to maintain. I wasn’t gentle. I wasn’t soft. I ignored the tension and did things my way. I’d gotten used to this life so I knew how to handle things.I pushed forward with force, and she moaned. Her resistance faded. She became quiet. I kept going until I was satisfied.When I was done, I let her rest and we went in for another round.It was intense. It was raw. It was how I survived.Claire passed out by 4 a.m.We both woke up later.“Good morning, handsome,” she said, getting dressed. “Would my name matter now?”I didn’t respond.“Yesterday was hot,” she continued. “I would love to do this again.”I grabbed her to my chest and pulled a bundle of money from my pocket. I shoved it into her hands.“I don’t eat from the same plate twice,” I said.I opened the car door and threw her out.She screamed, “Are you serious?”I drove off like nothing
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Saturday Evening (Susan’s POV)I was scared and shaky, but I promised myself I would give life another chance. So here I was.The club looked the same as always — loud music, bright lights, and people who seemed to be living a life I could never afford. The air was heavy with perfume, sweat, and the kind of energy that made you feel like anything could happen if you just let it.I walked in, trying to act like I belonged. I tried to pretend I wasn’t terrified. But the truth was, I felt out of place.I wasn’t surprised, though.Almost every woman in the room was dressed in lingerie — barely-there outfits that left nothing to the imagination. Their confidence was loud. Their movements were bold. They were all so sure of themselves, so used to being desired, so used to being taken.And then there was me.A woman in a red gown.A woman who had come here not to be wanted, but to forget.A woman who had just broken her heart and was trying to rebuild herself by stepping into the unknown.I
The Billionaire’s Dangerous Obsession Chapter Four
Saturday Morning (Greg’s POV)“Good morning, Dad,” I greeted as I grabbed a chair opposite my mom’s.My dad stared at me with authority mixed with disgust. He didn’t reply. The silence in the room was heavy, the kind that makes you feel like you’re being weighed and measured. I knew what was coming.“Why weren’t you home last night?” he asked, his voice sharp and controlled. “Don’t tell me you worked late because I already called and you weren’t there.”I knew better than to lie. He had already checked. He always did. I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could get away with that.“I had a really long day and needed to clear my head over some drinks, so I booked a hotel for the night,” I said.He scoffed. “You couldn’t clear your head at home? This is a mansion. Everything you need is here — a whole bar and countless rooms. And you chose a hotel?”“I needed a different environment,” I replied, keeping my voice steady as I moved to dish some sandwiches for myself. The heat in the room was
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Friday Night (Greg’s POV)I always loved to ease off stress after work, and I did it best at just one place—the club.“I’ll be out early today. Put a call across to Bret to come pick me up at 6,” I told Hazel, my personal assistant.“Get the rest of the details of the pitch across to my email,” I continued. “Clear your desk. We’ll continue with the rest of the work tomorrow. If anything comes up, handle it. If you can’t, let it rest till next week. I won’t appreciate any distractions.”“Understood, sir,” Hazel replied, walking out and slamming the door behind her.I was ambitious but aggressive. I loved to separate work from pleasure.I quickly closed my laptop, packed it into my backpack, grabbed my navy-blue suit, and hurried out.My office was on the second floor of my three-story building company. I always preferred to use the stairs instead of the elevator as a form of exercise.“Good evening, sir,” Bret greeted, opening the passenger door for me.I slid in, slammed the door, and
The Billionaire’s Dangerous Obsession Chapter Two
Saturday Morning (Susan’s POV)Waking up to another day—another whole new day—felt strange after the last two years. I had once been in a relationship I imagined would last forever. And today? I was heartbroken, my head pounding, my eyes red from drowning my sorrows in tears mixed with vodka.Life sucks, but men suck more.Scumbags full of lies and empty promises. Two goddamn years? Susan cries as she reaches for more tissues on top of the drawer at the right corner of her bed, blows her nose, and tosses the tissue on the floor where the others had been heaped from last night.Two years? I could have built an empire, something my parents never did. And even if I failed? It would have been worth my time.A sharp knock at the door made me groan. “Who the hell is there?”Keys jingled at the door. I knew instantly it was Val. She had a spare key.“Oh my gosh, Susan,” Val said, stepping in. “You’re a mess, and you stink.” She squeezed her nose, as if the smell was unbearable.I sat up, hal
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Friday Morning (Susan’s POV)The morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment, streaking across the beige carpet in golden lines. I squinted, turning over on the bed, and groaned as my phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand. It was already 7:42 a.m., and the world was pulling me back into the chaos I half-loved and half-feared.“Ugh,” I muttered, stretching lazily. My apartment was small but warm, decorated with pastel tones and photographs of happier times—mostly me and Val, my best friend, laughing over coffee or grimacing at some terrible movie. That was my life: coffee, work, Val, and occasionally Mark.I rolled over and grabbed my phone. Notifications lit the screen: emails from clients, reminders from work, and a string of missed calls from Mark. I sighed, feeling that familiar mix of love and irritation. He could be sweet, I admitted, in his teasing, careless way, but he also had a way of making me second-guess myself.I flipped my hair over
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