LOGINShare
07. Under him. Really?
Last Updated:
2025-12-03 23:17:32
Latest chapter
The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession 40. Tired people imagined things.
Three days later…**********The clink of cutlery against ceramics echoed faintly in the quiet corner of the restaurant.The waiter placed the final dish on the table, completing the spread I’d ordered. Every plate looked perfect. The aroma of the rich, salty tang of caviar mingling with the warm scent of freshly baked bread filled my nostrils.I sank into the corner booth, my fingers tracing the polished wood. Tonight, I’d host Hera and her boyfriend, Reed. I’d originally planned to cook at my apartment, but work had overridden my whole week. Also, I barely had groceries to feed myself. This looked infinitely better.“Is this okay?” The waiter asked, breaking the brief silence.“Yes...yes. You just bring the wine now. Thank you,” I said, watching him nod and disappear toward the back.I exhaled slowly, settling back, then checked my phone. They’d be here soon —Maybe sooner than I thought.The door opened and Hera swept into the restaurant like she owned the place. She was clad in an
The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession 39. Things meant for you.
I stepped into the hallway, face flushed, my bag weighing on my shoulder. There was a strange weight to the air around me, like I’d left a piece of myself behind.Every person I passed made my spine stiffen, as though they could see how undone I was. Worse, the ache between my thighs wasn’t helping.Keeping my head down, I crossed toward the lobby, willing myself to look normal.My steps slowed when I neared there. The space felt different. Quieter than it should’ve been. It wasn’t empty. Only, the air was thick, like it had adjusted itself to an important presence.I stopped close to the receptionist’s desk, eyes narrowing towards the center of the room.There, stood the man whose name always appeared in prints and his profile on every outlet. Thomas Whitmore. Lucien’s father.He didn’t need to do anything to command attention — people kept their distance instinctively, voices low, movements careful.So this was him.Older but sharper than I’d imagined. His gaze moved like he owned t
The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession 38. Wave after wave
I stopped in front of him. “Why aren’t we leaving now?”His dark gaze dragged over my frame with unhurried intensity, like he was cataloguing every reaction I gave him.Then he tapped the edge of the desk, a silent instruction for me.My legs moved before my brain caught up, and suddenly I was closer — between his knees, ass pressed to the edge of the desk.“Because I’m going to tend to one of the risks you didn’t mention.” His voice was rough.I swallowed. “What risk?”“Your dripping cunt.”A jolt of heat shot through me and my core clenched around nothing.“I can manage that.” I shot back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of enjoying his smug game.But that only seemed to tickle him. He leaned forward, hands resting on either side of my frame on the desk, trapping me there.“You sure? You couldn’t sit still and your eyes...they kept focused on my hands the entire meeting.” His lips curved. “Made me wonder what you were thinking of considering how wet you were when you handed
The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession 37. Come here
I stared at him, stunned. “You can't be serious.”Only, he was.Lucien stared at me, eyes sharp, shoulders relaxed with maddening patience that made my pulse race.His lips tilted with a cruel smile as he pointed towards the panel with his head.“Nine floors left.”A sharp gasp escaped me. I was flustered and aroused in a way that terrified me.I knew what he was doing. What he wanted me to do. And as much as his demand had left me gobsmacked, I couldn’t shake off the fact that I’d agreed to this.My gaze fell on the floor numbers. We were on the seventh floor now.My hand moved before I could think, skimming over the hem of my skirt till it slipped underneath to the band of my damp lace. My breath caught and I tried not to whimper.I stepped out of it, trembling. I looked at him. He had been watching the whole time, his gaze dark with an intensity that caused heat to pool low.He didn’t move at first.Then he lifted his hand, palm open.Heat bloomed at the base of my neck and my pul
The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession 36. Take it off
The elevator hummed, descending slowly, the air thick between us. I couldn’t stare ahead because Lucien chose to lean against the steel panel, eyes pinned on me, sharp and unreadable.Finally, his smooth voice cut through the silence. “You’re quiet.” He tilted his head. “Strange. You’ve been very vocal about me the past few days,”I blinked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Really?” He arched a brow. “Marla’s been going on about how creative with the names you’ve called me.”Heat spread across my face. Yes, I’d been cussing at him in Marla’s presence but I didn’t think she’d spill it all to him. It was supposed to be our inside joke.“Uh, that couldn’t be me,” I said, feigning nonchalance. His lips twitched —barely— for the first time as he stared at me. “Marla has never lied to me before. Are you saying she started this week?”Caught, my shoulders slumped and my eyes darted to the corner of the lift.“You’ve been... difficult lately. There’s so much I or anyone else can be
The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession 35. The headline
The next two days at work were unbearable. Everything felt like rush hour. Two contracts had tanked thanks to Nicole and her team’s incompetence. This had Lucien breathing fire down everyone’s necks.In the hallways, people were practically speed walking, tension heavy in their shoulders.And as if that wasn’t enough, the company’s annual gala was around the corner. Marla had pulled me aside almost every hour to skim through things with her. It was a lot yet she was handling it better than most of us. I’d lost count of how many times I’d cussed Lucien for rejecting all eight of the floor plans I’d sent to him so far.I couldn’t even tell if he was doing it to get a rise out of me. We’d seen each other in the conference room days ago when he tore into Nicole. That was it. No comment, no look, no move.It should’ve been a relief. Probably meant our agreement was dead. I should’ve been happy but irritation crackled painfully under my skin.As much as I hated admitting it — even in the pr
You may also like
The CEO's Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor
LiLhyz4.0M viewsBegin Again
Val Sims1.0M viewsPowerful Papa with Triplet Babies
Pink Dolphin631.1K viewsBound to the CEO
wandering jedi688.6K viewsAshes Of His Regret
Kimberly Ingrid117 viewsClaimed By My Ex's Uncle
Precious 444 viewsTHE SHADOWBORN LUNA
Nicolet Hale203 viewsThe Billonaire’s Coded Obsession
Trudy 219 views
