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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

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Finishing on set for the last day of filming, everyone was celebrating, oblivious to the vibe in the room.

Since Amanda and I locked lips by my trailer, she's not spoken to me or looked at me, she did only when we have a scene together, other than that, she was ignoring me.

I fucked up, and now people have noticed a rift between her and me, because I fucking kissed her, like an idiot.

It's even reached gossip websites online that she and I are having a 'lovers quarrel' after someone on set leak
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That’s so sad poor Leo he really misses his dad
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    I didn’t realize when the moment stopped feeling fragile and started feeling permanent. It didn’t arrive all at once.There was no sudden shift, no dramatic turning point, just a quiet certainty settling into me, layer by layer, until nothing inside me expected it to disappear anymore.I drew in a slow breath, not to steady myself, not to prepare just because I could.“I think I get it now,” I said softly.Grayson didn’t rush to respond. He didn’t interrupt or fill the space. He simply looked at me, steady and patient, like he already understood that whatever I was about to say mattered.I turned slightly so I could see him fully. There was no searching in my gaze anymore, no uncertainty, just clarity.“It was never about figuring everything out,” I continued. “I kept thinking I needed to understand it first, define it, make sense of it before I could stay. But that wasn’t it.” I paused, letting the thought settle into words that finally felt honest. “It was about whether I’d stay once

  • Satisfying the billionaire (mxm)   CHAPTER 209

    Leo didn’t pull back after that. If anything, he leaned in just a fraction more, like something invisible between them had finally dissolved and left no reason to keep even the smallest distance.“Don't make it sound like it’s easy,” Leo said, his voice low but steady.Grayson’s brow lifted slightly, not defensive, just curious. “I didn’t.”Leo exhaled through his nose, the corner of his mouth twitching faintly. “Good. Because I don’t want this to be something that just happens. Like it’s out of our hands.”Grayson studied him for a moment, then shook his head. “It doesn’t just happen.”Leo turned his head a little more toward him. “Then what is it?”Grayson didn’t rush the answer. “It’s something you keep choosing, even when nothing is forcing you to. Especially then.”Leo let that sit with him, the words settling deeper than he expected. “So we don’t just get here and stop thinking about it.”“No,” Grayson said quietly. “We just stop questioning whether it’s real.”Leo nodded slow

  • Satisfying the billionaire (mxm)   CHAPTER 208

    Leo didn’t move, but something inside him shifted in a way that felt impossible to ignore. It wasn’t physical. Grayson wouldn’t have been able to point to it but it was there, settling deep in his chest like a truth that had finally decided to stop waiting.“Say it.”The words slipped out before he could stop them. They were quiet, almost fragile in volume, but the weight behind them was anything but.Grayson stilled just slightly, not pulling away, not startled, just aware in that sharp, deliberate way of his.“Say what?” he asked, his voice low and even.Leo swallowed. The hesitation that came this time didn’t feel like fear. It felt like standing at the edge of something that mattered too much to rush.“What this is,” he said, forcing himself not to look away.Grayson held his gaze, unblinking. “You think we don’t already know?”“We do,” Leo admitted. “That’s the problem. We keep acting like we know, but we’re not saying it. And I think I need to hear it.”Grayson’s expression didn

  • Satisfying the billionaire (mxm)   CHAPTER 207

    It’s been six months since we moved into our apartment. The arts centre was full every day. Not just Maria Santos. Seventeen young people from across Queens come through those doors weekly. Acting classes. Music sessions. Writing workshops. The library Eleanor had built was growing with every passing month. I knew because my mother sent updates. On a Tuesday morning in November I sat at the kitchen counter of our Brooklyn apartment with coffee and the script for Carol’s second film and watched Grayson make breakfast. Actually properly. Eggs that weren’t burned. Toast that was timed correctly. Orange juice because Dr Osei had suggested it and Grayson had added it to the morning routine without complaint. “You can actually cook now,” I said. “I could always cook,” he said. “You could not,” I said. “I had potential,” he said seriously. “You had ambition,” I said. “Potential came later.” He set a plate in front of me. “Eat.” I ate. It was genuinely good. “Don’t

  • Satisfying the billionaire (mxm)   CHAPTER 206

    Moving day finally arrived, but it came with heavy rain. Max showed up at eight with Sophie and an umbrella he immediately lost somewhere between the cab and the building entrance and spent the rest of the morning pretending it wasn't bothering him. “I had an umbrella,” he said to no one in particular while carrying a box up the stairs. “You lost it immediately,” Sophie said. “It was taken,” he said. “By who?” she said. “The city,” he said. “The city takes things.” Grayson looked at me. “Does he do this often?” “Constantly,” I said. We carried boxes up four flights of stairs because the elevator was being serviced which Eleanor described as poor planning when she arrived at ten with lunch. By 4pm we were arranging. My mother arrived at five with dessert. She walked through the apartment slowly. Room by room. She stopped at the kitchen windowsill. At her photograph. She stood there for a moment looking at it. I watched her from the doorway. She reached out and straight

  • Satisfying the billionaire (mxm)   CHAPTER 205

    Sunday breakfast at Max’s was interesting. Which was exactly what we needed the morning after the most special day of our lives. It was for this too. Eggs and toast and Max talking too much and Sophie quietly refilling everyone’s coffee without being asked. Eleanor came. She arrived twelve minutes after us with pastries and strong opinions about the eggs Max was making and within four minutes had taken over the stove completely while Max stood beside her looking. “You didn’t have to …” he started. “The heat was too high,” she said. “I like them that way,” he said. “Nobody likes them that way,” she said. My mother arrived at ten and sat beside me and accepted coffee from Sophie and looked around the table at everyone gathered in Max’s small kitchen on a Sunday morning and said nothing for a moment. “Mom,” I said quietly. “I’m counting,” she said. “Counting what?” I said. “Good things,” she said simply. “It doesn’t take long when there are this many.” I looked around the

  • Satisfying the billionaire (mxm)   CHAPTER NINETY FOUR

    The room stayed silent long after Patricia stopped speaking.Leo stood at the head of the table, the folder still open in front of him. The evidence inside felt heavier than paper should.Emails.Document logs.Forwarded files.Betrayal, neatly printed in black and white.Patricia’s shoulders had c

  • Satisfying the billionaire (mxm)   CHAPTER NINETY ONE

    Weeks passed, and life settled into a rhythm that Leo hadn’t known he could actually enjoy.The kids had school, the foundation had grown, and Carter Industries continued to thrive under his quiet leadership. But just when he thought he could breathe, the unexpected arrived.It was a Thursday morni

  • Satisfying the billionaire (mxm)   CHAPTER NINETY

    Autumn arrived slowly.The air cooled, the trees around their neighborhood turning gold and amber. Leo noticed it one morning while walking Aria to the bus stop.She held his hand loosely, her backpack bouncing with each step.“Papa,” she said suddenly.“Yes, warrior?”She squinted up at him.“Were

  • Satisfying the billionaire (mxm)   CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE

    Six months later, the house had somehow become even louder.Leo stood in the kitchen early one Saturday morning, holding a mug of coffee that had already gone cold. From the living room came the sound of arguing.Not seriously arguing.Kid arguing.“I was here first!” their son shouted.“You moved

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