Todos los capítulos de Hating The Billionaire: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

DAWN.  I gulp down nothing as I stare at him and he stares right back at me with a smile set upon his face.  "What are you- what are you doing here?" My voice shivers slightly as I gaze up at the man I never thought I would see, standing right outside my house but as fate would have it, here he is, dressed in his fucking expensive suit and his eyes on nothing else but me.  "You went away too far, Dawn. Too far than I can handle. " He steps in without my permission, closing the door behind him when it seems like I'm frozen to even do that myself and I am. Who the hell wouldn't? Ryder Smith is fucking here! In Boston! Far away from Washington and standing right before me! How the fuck did that happen? How did he know where to come? "Dawn, is he drunk off his ass?" And I forgot who I had been speaking with on the phone before this... unexpected appearance.  "I will call you later, Kira. "

RYDER.  I'm here with her again and, like always, she feels so small in my fucking arms. She fit perfectly in my embrace, in my arms—as she should. I can feel every fucking inch of her with each brutal thrust I make. I can feel the way her warmness engulfs me—welcoming me and refusing to simply let go with her pussy clenching around me, making it fucking hard for me to control myself and not truly hurt her. With each stroke that I make, she either releases a cry, a scream, a curse directed at me or a moan of my name, but my favourite of all is everything mixed in one.  When I left Washington, I had only one thing in mind. I was going to beg. Beg for her to come back to me, beg for her to give us a chance, beg for her to love me again and I was ready to when I step before that door but all forms of civilised thoughts left me completely, the moment her face came into view. I couldn't resist it and I just had to touch her, but that went skyrocketed damn fast t

DAWN.  Elijah gaze at me with eyes full of panic and horror and I'm sure that mine reflects the same emotions.  "Are you hurt?" He asks, his voice rushed and his eyes moving across the surroundings, probably trying to comprehend what just happened.  "I'm not. I'm fine," I tell him and the door bursts open the next second, Ryder emerging out of the house with wide eyes. His eyes lands on my form that's currently tucked under Elijah's and I watch his demeanor soften by a trance.  "You need to get inside. Now, Dawn. " Elijah says, bringing my attention back to him and I nod, making my way towards the door only to realize Elijah isn't following behind me.  "Elijah, why aren't you coming in? It's dangerous out here. " I don't understand what the fuck just went down, but I'm not totally sure that what just happened wouldn't repeat itself.  "Just go in, Dawn. I'll be right behind y

DAWN.  I clamp my hand over my lips at the sound of Ryder falling off the bed before gazing at Byran who's standing by the door with a frown set upon his lips. When did he get home? Had he seen Ryder? "Dawn, can I speak to you for a minute?" He asks, not even bothering to acknowledge Ryder, and I nod, telling him I will be out in a second before his frame disappears once again.  "That was harsh, Princess. " Ryder's voice brings my attention back to him and I, for some stupid reasons, let my gaze fall to his lips, which the bastard probably noticed because he smirked at me.  "It's all yours, Dawn. Anytime and anywhere, all yours to claim whenever you wish. " He speaks softly and I move my gaze away from him, feeling the fast beats of my heart against my chest.  This needs to stop. Ryder Smith is slowly crawling his way under my skin again, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get him off if he gets there

DAWN.  Life can be hilarious sometimes. Very funny, at times.  Weeks ago, and probably even days, I would have let Elijah make his move. Hell! I would have welcomed it with open arms. I would have loved to feel his lips against mine, his body pressed against mine and the thumps of hearts against chests. I would have loved to be in his arms because I believed in that passion–still do.  But when Elijah's gaze falls to my lips, and he moves to lay a claim against them, I press hands against his hard chest. Stopping what I know is about to happen. Stopping what I often craved for, but at this moment makes me feel very guilty. I stop him from giving me that pleasure of feeling him against mine.  Not because I stopped feeling that way towards him. Not because I stopped caring. Not because I stopped desiring him and definitely not because I didn't want him to, but because he is here. He was there.  Ryder was there.