The Irresistible Billionaire

"Yuck!" I exclaimed, gargling for the tenth time. But no matter how many times I brushed my teeth, wiped my lips, and washed my mouth, the warmth of his lips against mine still lingered. And it made my stomach churn! The way his touch still burned my skin gave me goosebumps. And it sickened me because the more I forced myself to hate the feeling, the more I liked it. "This is all your fault, Cassidy. If you weren’t so easily deceived by money, you wouldn’t have to suffer," I scolded myself, staring into the mirror. "Look at yourself. You look like a damn rainbow—like your old self, stupid." The first few weeks were fine. I believed I could get through this easily. But weeks turned into months, months turned into a year, and now, I've been tormented for almost two years! Johnny is an insanely attractive man—no one has the guts to deny it, not even me. Physically ideal, but behaviorally flawed. This prolonged misery taught me a lot of things about that bastard. He never misse

My vision spun while my heart played a hard rock inside my chest. I felt like puking everything I ate today, and my knees were seconds away from giving up on me. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I croaked, gripping the doorknob for dear life because if I didn’t, I’d be kissing the floor. How did he know? Did Tamara tell him? No, that’s impossible—unless he figured it out himself. Is he spying on me? No way. He wouldn’t waste a second of his precious time on me. He’d rather be chasing some round, bouncy ass instead of keeping tabs on me. Maybe he’s got eyes and ears everywhere. Or maybe it’s his mother. Typical billionaire power move. But I doubt it—he’s not that smart, in my opinion. He scoffed, leaning in so close he sucked all the air from my lungs. My eyes widened. My senses shut down. “You were masturbating before I knocked on your door,” he whispered, then laughed in my face like a teenage boy who never mentally outgrew puberty. Is this how he talks to women a

This wasn't part of the plan.What I had to do was simple: make him want to know about me, make him chase me, starve him, then leave him.Then what the fuck is this?"Hmm..." I moaned like there was something painful in me. Like there was indeed hurting. I'm leaking down there, and he's the reason why.When he asked for fun, I gave him my consent. Now here we are, in the parking lot of the building, making more than just a mystery—but also a crime.But the care I had washed away the moment his lips found mine. I thought it would be magical and the peak of heaven, but no, it was something darker, full of greed, and far from being in paradise.A sinful desire, he is.His lips were burning my skin. Every graze left a mark that caused a shiver down my spine, skin crawled, and my toes curled.I've never felt mmself so alive like this. Or was it just because I haven't been touched for a long time now? And this hits different.I gasped when his hand cupped my wet mound and pressed it, massag

Is my tongue out? Almost.Johnny had been sulky and hot-headed all morning until noon, and now he’s letting out steam—on me.I still can't believe he managed to keep his ass inside the office and actually work. It’s a rare event. And somehow, it's making my nose wrinkle. I haven't even taken a breather and my stomach is already crying for food.For the past hour, I’ve gone down and back to my desk more than a dozen times. He’s even asking me to do tasks that aren't mine.“Looks like Sir Johnny’s giving you a workout, huh, Cassidy?” Miss Thessaloniki, the fat redheaded HR manager—aka Miss T—comments while munching on her donut by the shredder.Every minute is snack time for her.I'm still amazed she hasn’t developed type 2 diabetes. She’s been gaining weight every day—I can tell by how the buttons on her blouse are struggling to contain her stomach.Even her stilettos look like they’re begging for help, barely holding her feet in.I’m not fatphobic—it’s just that she’s a total bitch to

"I gotta run," I muttered and braced myself, but then the window rolled down, revealing the familiar, inviting face of a cute architect. "Mr. Sinclair?""Hi," he greeted with a wide smile. "Do you need a ride?"My lips turned upside down when he opened the door for me, and I hopped in without hesitation. "You saved my life!" I exclaimed and hugged him.I felt him stiffen from my sudden action but eventually chuckled it off and patted my back twice for comfort."I don't have my wallet with me. I couldn't go back to work, and I thought I was just going to walk back to the building and—ugh! That bastard just left me here," I grumbled as I settled myself back in the passenger seat."Mr. Miles?" he asked, confirming who I was referring to."Who else?" I scoffed. "If there's someone I would put a spell on and curse, it would be him. Johnny Miles.""Okay," Stefano slowly uttered, hinting a small smile on his lips. "Uh... you might wanna—here, let me." He leaned closer to me, reaching for the