The Billionaire's Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The maid leads Mia into an office on the third floor and asks her to wait there.Mia sits uneasily on a beige sofa and takes in the room which the maid said is Mrs. Powll’s office.The room is bigger than the flat she and Calvin share, almost twice the size. Sunlight floods in through the window, pink and blue hydrangeas blossom in a beautiful vase, and art pieces hang on the wall. Mrs. Powell actually has a good taste in art.A picture frame that stands on the side table catches Mia’s attention. In that photo, two women with the same blonde hair and green eyes hug each other tightly, and their faces light up with smiles.Mia walks towards it and peers at it closely. One of them is Mrs. Powell. She looks so much younger, probably in her 20s. The big smile on her face is carefree and full of innocence. She is pretty, but her good looks are eclipsed by the other woman, whose breathtaking beauty draws people in like magic. Her golden hair cascades down her back in luscious waves, her eye

The Powell Mansion is lit up in the dark night. Well-known public figures emerge from the expensive cars that pull over in front of the mansion, causing traffic congestion in the area. The street is swarmed with society reporters wishing to take snapshots of socialites, business tycoons, and politicians.Standing behind Mr. Powell at the main entrance of the mansion, Mia is nervous as hell. She had never attended parties like this. As if sensing her uneasiness, Susie gives her hand a gentle squeeze, and says, “you look gorgeous today.”Mia smiles back at Susie as a thank you. She is wearing the royal blue velvet dress purchased by Sophia. She never thought the mysterious item Sophia bought in that Williamsburg store was this dress. And she didn’t expect that Sophia bought it for her, either.A few days ago Mia was very anxious about what to wear for the party. She doesn’t own any nice dresses, especially not ones for grand occasions like this. She didn’t want to embarrass herself with

Chris drives silently all the way to his penthouse in Wayne Tower. The air in the car is charged with sexual tension. He could sense Mia’s nervousness. She is shifting uneasily on the passenger seat.Now they are riding the elevator alone. Just the two of them. Chris pulls Mia closer to him, letting her feel his erection, his want. He hears Mia gasp and watches the deep crimson on her face. He lets her know that he wants her. He wants her so bad. He wants wild sex with her to chase the pain away.The minute he closes the door of his penthouse behind them, his lips crush Mia’s in a hungry and demanding kiss. Mia voluntarily parts her lips, granting him access to her mouth more than willingly. His tongue desperately finds hers, stroking hers. His hand slides into her hair and pulls her closer so that he could kiss her exactly the way he wants: possess her, own her, mark her. Overwhelmed by the intensity of his kiss, Mia stands on tiptoe and wraps her arms around his neck. He moves his

Sunlight streams through the window onto the bed Mia is lying on. A sweet aroma wafts to the bedroom. Mia’s eyes flutter open. For a moment, she is lost in the unfamiliar room. Then she recalls everything and blushes at the memory. Chris is not on the bed. She needs to pee, but she has no clothes to wear. Her dress is nowhere to be found. She vaguely remembers Chris taking it off her in the living room. Her mind wanders to his touch on her body. She is wet between her legs. Focus, don’t go there. Maybe she could just use the sheets to cover her body. “I prefer you not wearing anything.” Chris suddenly appears at the door. He is wearing a simple black T-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans. His muscles are visible under the simple outfit. His rumpled hair gives him a casual sex appeal. His eyes roam all over her naked body with intense heat, which makes her stomach flip. Before she has time to wrap the sheet around her body to cover her nudity, Chris walks to the bed in long strid

The minute Mia opens the door to their secret love nest in Brooklyn, she is welcomed by Chris’s hot and warm kisses. The sight of Chris shirtless and his toned muscles make Mia’s body ache with want, and the kisses only make it worse. They haven’t seen each other for almost four days. She wants him so desperately. Just then Mia’s stomach gives out a loud growl and stops Chris’s hot kisses trailing on her collarbone, her sensitive spot. Mia is afraid that the sound her stomach makes spoils the mood. “Hungry that much? Miss Not-Afraid-Of-Danger?” Chris teases Mia who is running out of breath from the kisses. “A little bit.” Mia blushes, a little embarrassed by herself. “Come with me. I prepared some food for us.”“You did that again, Mr. Chef?” Mia smiles, letting Chris hold her hand and leading her to the dining room. “So are you going to call me Mr. Chef from now on?” “I might be. I’m still thinking of other options.” Mia teases him back. “Oh, I’d love to know what the other op