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Chapter 25

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"Fuck you, Johnny! Fuck your dick! This bitch’s name is Sabrina, you fuck!"

My shoulders shot up in surprise at the yell, and the folder I was holding flew in some random direction.

A woman in a red dress stormed out of his office. One strap of her dress was hanging off her shoulder, her lipstick was smeared around her mouth, and her hair looked like it had went through a tornado.

She slammed the door shut and marched toward me like I was the one who ruined her life.

"You!" she screamed, jabbing a finger with acrylic nails so long I thought they’d stab my eyeballs. "Go inside and tell your boss to fuck himself!"

I pointed at myself, confirming if I was the one she's talking to.

"He’s a fucking dickhead!" she yelled again.

My shoulders rose, eyes shut tight as her voice shattered my eardrums.

Then she strutted down the hallway. And well, if she thought she was "that" bitch, karma didn’t wait to remind her who the real one was.

I had to watch her stumble, fall straight to her knees, an
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  • The Irresistible Billionaire   Chapter 26

    "You're so quiet," Stefano noticed, glancing at me as we got stuck in traffic. "Is there a problem?"I shook my head and ditched the long-ass face I had. "I'm fine. Probably just tired, that's all," I replied, stretching a smile across my face.I’ve got no idea why I’m acting this way. I mean, it was just Johnny being his unpredictable, dramatic-ass self—so why the hell am I feeling guilty?First of all, he didn’t feel guilty letting random women into his office today. If he’s mad about "something" between us, he better just say it straight to my face. I’m not great at picking up hints.The problem is, Johnny likes playing Scrabble with me. The game probably ended—he already won, and I still haven’t made a move.He hates clingy women, yet he's clingy as hell. Worse than most girls, honestly.He’s got his own darn vocabulary and loves being chased. Well, guess what? He’s fast and I’m not exactly sprinting-ready in heels."I'm sorry I dragged you with me," Stefano said, and I immediatel

  • The Irresistible Billionaire   Chapter 25

    "Fuck you, Johnny! Fuck your dick! This bitch’s name is Sabrina, you fuck!"My shoulders shot up in surprise at the yell, and the folder I was holding flew in some random direction.A woman in a red dress stormed out of his office. One strap of her dress was hanging off her shoulder, her lipstick was smeared around her mouth, and her hair looked like it had went through a tornado. She slammed the door shut and marched toward me like I was the one who ruined her life."You!" she screamed, jabbing a finger with acrylic nails so long I thought they’d stab my eyeballs. "Go inside and tell your boss to fuck himself!"I pointed at myself, confirming if I was the one she's talking to."He’s a fucking dickhead!" she yelled again.My shoulders rose, eyes shut tight as her voice shattered my eardrums.Then she strutted down the hallway. And well, if she thought she was "that" bitch, karma didn’t wait to remind her who the real one was.I had to watch her stumble, fall straight to her knees, an

  • The Irresistible Billionaire   Chapter 24

    I woke up feeling tired. I took a shower, still exhausted—and that’s all because of Johnny. I lost the quality of my sleep thinking about his drama last night.There’s no weighing scale to help me measure him. No calculator to figure out his attitude. And definitely no dictionary in the world that could explain the twists and turns of that chaotic brain of his.“But at least he gave me fried chicken,” I muttered, picking up the last piece. I saved it for breakfast since I wasn’t hungry while deep-thinking like a madwoman last night.I have zero idea what his purpose was for showing up and waiting “three fucking hours” by my door.My eyes landed on the bouquet of roses. He keeps giving me those. Does he seriously think that just because his money can buy them, we’re suddenly closer?A snort left me.“What are we, Johnny?” I asked the air, as if he could hear me. “We’re far from being fuck buddies, and we’re not even friends to call it friends-with-benefits. It’s somewhere between stran

  • The Irresistible Billionaire   Chapter 23

    In my entire existence, I think this was the only moment I’ve ever felt so free to speak—free to express and tell my own tale—and someone was actually listening to every word I spit out.I sat by the long couch, just a few inches away from him, munching on the meat he grilled while the show he put on the TV was clearly ignored.It was just Stefano, me, and the things I told him.And he almost spat his drink out when I told him I once caught Johnny in the act of doing a “miracle” in his office with a woman.“It’s a good thing I didn’t freeze in shock,” I said, handing him a napkin. “So I slammed the door shut and had to confess my sins to a priest. And take note—that was also my 'first day' working for him.”“Shit, sorry,” he coughed, still laughing. “Didn’t know it could be that... fun... Working for him," he commented, not quite sure if he chose the right word.I rolled my eyes. “You have no idea,” I scoffed.Should I even mention the things I had to do for him? The things that were

  • The Irresistible Billionaire   Chapter 22

    An incident that happened in the past made a huge, embarrassing impact on a lot of people—and in my case, I’ll take it to my grave.What happened in that restaurant was pure catastrophe. It’s been three days since, but every time I see Johnny, my mind just replays how I... squirted on my seat.It was both relieving and disturbing at the same time.A lot of people were there, and we were the center of attention. I even saw an article about it yesterday.As much as I’ve got a lot of things to think about ahead, that night is still stuck right in the middle of my brain. Especially now that Johnny’s given me a new nickname: Squirtie. What the fudge?I stood by the shed under my umbrella, discreetly picking my nose that had been itching from the rainy weather.Saturday—finally. Supposed to be a rest day for me, but nope. Tamara just had to yank me out of my comfort zone."You didn’t mention to me that Johnny wanted you to go with him to Seattle," Tamara said as soon as I got into her car.

  • The Irresistible Billionaire   Chapter 21

    "Ouch..." I moaned while pulling on my underwear. I could feel my legs shaking, my body aching, and the soreness down there—yes, I felt it all.Like mashed potatoes. That’s me now.After being my boss’s lunch, snack, and dessert, I think I’ll need all the energy I can get just to survive dinner that is if I don’t pass out from cumming past my limit.Johnny wants me deserted, and I actually let him?Fudge. Him."What’s taking you so long?" Speak of the devil—Johnny suddenly barged into my room while I was still suffering from the wreckage he caused.Oh right, I forgot. He insisted on driving me home so I could change for dinner. Meanwhile, he’s already all clean and dressed up in a fresh, well-pressed silk shirt and pants that smell like a new, expensive car. Looking literally out of my budget. Gripping my skirt—the one I hadn’t worn yet—I used it to cover myself. This man really doesn’t understand the concept of privacy.I must’ve swallowed my yelp. I just stared at him, wide-eyed an

  • The Irresistible Billionaire   Chapter 20

    Lunch break’s over, but looks like I’m about to be the main course.“Ahh!” I gasped when Johnny pinned me against the wall of his office and claimed my lips like he owned them.He bit my lower lip, pulling a moan out of me.My hands trembled as I fumbled to unbutton his shirt, trying to focus on kissing him—while my brain was spinning in a thousand directions.He kissed me feverishly, his hands all over me—gripping, touching, squeezing every inch like he couldn’t get enough.The lust? It was too much. I could feel it in my skin. His touch only made it burn hotter, prickling and intense, it grows the fire from deep inside me.My legs were wrapped around his waist, suspended in the air. His big hands cupped my butt, holding me up like I weighed nothing while he devoured me like a starving wolf.He grew even more ravenous, licking and nibbling at my neck, leaving marks I’d have to cover later—if I even cared right now.I didn’t.I just needed him.Running my fingers through his hair, I y

  • The Irresistible Billionaire   Chapter 19

    “Respect in the workplace. That’s the most important part of working for this corporation. And that was entirely your idea, yes, Mr. Miles?”Doctor Weathers, a woman in her late fifties, directed her attention toward Johnny. She peered over her sleek rectangular glasses, hands resting gracefully on her lap as she sat on the long sofa.Her strict, stern, serious aura brought out a sweat all over me. I suddenly felt so hot—even with the air conditioner on.“I did?” Johnny replied, unsure. Or basically just clueless about the policies, ethics, protocols, or whatever else. Because for real—it was Tamara and her power moves that shaped the company. Johnny? He just kept it breathing with minimal effort. Or should I say… with his "magic".After what happened in his office, I thought I was going to lose my soul.What those expensive people saw? Scandalous. It was wrong—a really bad sight. Total eye-sore.Now I’m branded as a low-grade woman. And HR-approved behavior? Miss T’s idea. Not mine.

  • The Irresistible Billionaire   Chapter 18

    The plane landed safely. What’s not? My sanity. It flew right off my head the moment Johnny locked us in that damn cabin—and it hasn’t come back since.And honestly? It ruined my whole day.Jetlag? Nah. More like sexlag.I had to show up at the office totally sleep-deprived. No time to pick an actual outfit, so I just threw on whatever my hands landed on.“That would be your third cup.”I yelped when someone spoke from behind me just as I was adding ice to my coffee, sending it splashing in every direction.When I turned, I saw Stefano wincing. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.“It’s okay. I’ve had way too much coffee. That’s probably why I’m jumpy,” I chuckled, grabbing some napkins to clean the mess.“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, with that sweet, worried tone as he stepped in to help.I shrugged. “Yeah, why not?”“I don’t know… you just seem a little off today,” he replied, tossing the napkins into the bin and grabbing a cup for himself.“Maybe it’s my outfit?” I glanc

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