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31. Get down on your knees
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The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession 64. Bold and Dangerous
~ Lucien:I’ve spent most of my life studying mistakes.The accidental kind and the deliberate ones disguised as accidents.Scarlett’s was not the first kind.She’d been testing me since the conference.The lip bite.The distraction in the elevator — her thoughts clearly nowhere near work. The intensity in her eyes when reality returned made that obvious.And now the slow, deliberate way she’d licked the oil from her fingers. The darkening of her gaze when she held mine. The way her breathing slowed.It left me painfully hard.That night in my penthouse, I’d been so close to taking her right over the marble counter. Holding back had been its own punishment, for both of us.And in a span of days, she’d grown bold.She turned after sliding the door shut, eyes blown wide, shoulders squared despite her composure cracking at the edges.“Come here,” I said quietly.When she stepped into my space, I didn’t touch her immediately.I let the silence stretch.“You think you’re clever,” I said qu
The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession 63. We have four minutes
Lucien wasn’t wrong.I did need the energy.The conference had stretched past two hours, the schedule inching dangerously close to collapse, but he hadn’t so much as glanced at me to adjust it.From the assistant’s seat, I watched the room tilt toward him as he delivered his speech with enigmatic precision. His voice was sharp. Controlled. Confidence fitted him like a tailored glove. Every pause he made drew applause, as if they were grateful he’d allowed them to breathe between sentences.I couldn’t tell if they agreed with him or if they were just glad to be graced by his rare presence.Either way, they were hooked.I uncrossed and crossed my legs for the hundredth time, my toes buzzing painfully inside the boots.Why had I packed them?Actually, I hadn’t. Hera had. Apparently, bold boots were a “travel essential.”The only essential thing about them right now was the funeral they were arranging for my feet.I shifted subtly, pretending to adjust my notes in honor of my temporary jo
The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession 62. Where I can see you
The mattress was damningly soft.That was my first coherent thought after my eyes fluttered open and my senses came to.I sank into it like I’d signed a non-disclosure agreement with luxury. For about a minute, I just lay there staring at the ceiling.The ceiling had detailing.Huh.Who has detailing on a ceiling?The room smelled expensive. Not perfume. Not air freshener. Just… expensive. Crisp. Filtered. Like the air had better credit than I did.I frowned.This was not my apartment.I pushed up on my elbows slowly, eyes sweeping over the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows covered with heavy drapes. Furniture that looked like it had never met a scratch in its life.Oh.OH.I was in New York.The remnants of sleep cleared immediately.I lunged for my phone on the stand. The screen lit up and I conveniently ignored the numerous notifications on the home screen.9:52 a.m!A chill slithered down my spine.There was a breakfast meeting this morning. One I may just be late for.Holy crap!I s
The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession 61. CEO and COO
“Hallmark. Velvet. The Pitcher. Put them on your list,” Hera said, ticking them off on her fingers. “All downtown and staffed with dangerously attractive bartenders you can flirt with.”With my gaze at the mirror, I capped my lip balm and ran a hand through my messy waves before turning to her.She sat at the edge of my bed, looking very pleased with herself.“Why do you think I’d entertain that idea?” I asked.“Who knows, Scar? Lucien may want to act professional,” She winked. “These are various options and it’s New York, a lot could happen.”I winced, glancing toward the door before shooting her a glare.“Oops.” She covered her mouth, knowingly. “Sorry.”Carmen was out in my kitchen. She could’ve heard that.I sighed and zipped my bag shut. I’d packed last night, but Hera — being her usual chaotic self — had barged in this morning and repacked it, filling it with clothes I absolutely didn’t need for a one-week trip to New York.I grabbed my phone from the bedside stand.The thought
The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession 60. Better late than never
I stared at him Just... Stared. Stephen shifted under my stare, his head tilting slightly, but the confident smile stayed. He gestured vaguely, hands still tucked into the pockets of a tailored charcoal jacket, an expensive watch glinting at his wrist. He was dressed like he had somewhere important to be. Funny. He’d put this much effort into showing up here. My gaze dipped briefly and I fought back a guffaw. He was wearing the salary-snatching Tom Fords I’d bought him years ago — the same pair he hadn’t liked then and never wore. How convenient. Despite his attempt at composure, something was… off. He looked rough. Eyes tired. Like he hadn’t slept in days. Which made sense. I’d heard the Hartleys weren’t doing too well lately. Financial hitches. Quiet ones. He was probably going through it. “About what?” Finally, my mouth opened. My voice was a little too calm for how I felt. He removed his hands from his pockets. “Did you get...um...the message I left last night?” “Th
The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession 59. Can we talk?
“We’re here, Ms. Scarlett.”Rowan’s voice cut through the static humming in my veins. I sat in the back, body wound tight as my mind betrayed me with the memory of minutes ago.I’d been so fucking close.I barely glanced at Rowan, not like he was paying attention anyway.“Thank you,” I managed, already reaching for the door handle.I stepped out and the night air hitting my skin made everything worse. My body was still charged, overheated and my nerves alive.God, I needed something. A release. I needed to get this out of my system, somehow.My feet moved fast. Too fast. As if the building had the power to put me out of my misery. Maybe not the whole building but my apartment did.Fuck. I hoped it did.I stormed inside and the doorman straightened. “Ms. Bennett—”“Martin, good evening,” I said without stopping, heading towards the elevators.He hurried after me.“There’s something for you. A man waited here most of the evening. Said he was your husband. Stephen. That was the name he g
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