บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Mask (A Dark Steamy Romance): บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

BRANDONAthens, Greece“I’m in. You’re next. And don’t reply. I’ll find you.”Charlie writes the text as soon as he enters The Vision—a sex club owned by none other than my notorious uncle, Alfio Katrakis. I’m dressed in an Armani tuxedo and a silver mask covering my entire face to keep my identity hidden, and behind me is the Huntress in a Catwoman costume. Tonight we are registered as a VIP couple looking for role play and extra kink in our relationship. We got the invite from Charlie, so we encountered no problem at registration. In the lobby, smartphones are getting confiscated, no pictures allowed and no sex toys since there will be a lot of that inside. Two girls in pink bunny outfits frisk us thoroughly and let us in after clearing us.One of the pink bunnies ushers us to the elevator and presses the button toward the penthouse. When we reach it, we find a living room full of naked people having sex in every corner under a bright chandelier. Others are in a group, like a woman

ALAYNABrandon will be residing in Belltown while he’s in Seattle, so he told his estate manager to get a penthouse ready, and he’ll be checking it out in the morning while I work at the restaurant. He’s also meeting Simon Fanelli, a name I’ve already heard from Oliver before. And then tonight, we decided to go out on a date, so I asked Dennis to fill in since I needed to leave early today.It’s Saturday, and the restaurant is full. Our hands have been moving nonstop since morning. Last week, we released the new menu with added dishes, and it’s always been hectic since then. The sounds of knives chopping on boards, roasting and the cracking of eggs fill the air.“Don’t you think we need to add an assistant?” Rexy appears at my side and hands me the minced garlic, chopped onions, and scrambled tomatoes. Hastily, she moves back to her station and starts making a sauce. She’s usually in charge of pastes and spices.“I asked Michael to post an ad on Indeed,” I say, as I put the final touc

ALAYNAEleven years ago…“Shut the hell up!” My algebra teacher’s voice reverberated throughout the room of two dozen sophomores. All eyes and attention swung to the front of the class, and next to Mr. Hill was a tall, gorgeous guy. He stood about six feet like my adoptive brothers, Jason and Chris. He had chiseled jaws, dark blond hair, and light green eyes so enthralling you could get lost in them. Yet, he was also so familiar.Mr. Hill cleared his throat. “This is Drake Mallory, and he’s going to be joining us in class starting today.”The murmurings echoed within the classroom were becoming a vibrant noise. I heard my classmate, Phil, sitting at my back, whispering, “Mallory? Mayor Mallory’s son?”“Is that him?” another voice said.“Why is he in our school?”“Oh my gosh. He is freaking hot.”“But isn’t he supposed to be a senior?”I covered my mouth in shock as I remembered. I saw Drake when Dad visited the mayor’s office a long time ago. That was how I knew him! We had only met o

Jason told me Drake’s place was nowhere near our house, but ever since that day in the kitchen, Drake had walked me home every day from school.“Thanks for walking me home again today,” I said as we strolled into our neighborhood, looking at our shadows on the pavement. The sun was setting with a dramatic filter of orange hitting our faces.He smiled. “No problem.”Drake Mallory was a gentleman. He would carry my books when we walked, and he listened diligently to anything I would say. He also smiled a lot and could laugh easily at simple things. We didn’t talk about anything very personal and only discussed important school activities… until the day he showed me his art.“Alayna. I’m going to show you something.” He opened his backpack, drew out a black, thick sketchpad, and then flipped some pages before presenting it to me.He showed me an etched drawing of a beautiful girl with her long fingers brushed on her hair and as though her charcoal eyes were looking straight at me.“You c

“Now, here is what you’re going to do. Give me your phone number, and let’s keep in touch, mm?” Drake pinches my chin, staring straight into my eyes. It was the same eyes I fell in love with all those years ago.I hate it. I hate that I’m still urged to obey him because he will hurt me if I don’t.I clench my fist.I need to resist him.I survived when he left me.It took me so long to gather myself and my sanity. It’s as if he still has this power over me, and the compulsion he used to groom in me is still present, though I prayed for it to stay gone for good.Yet, I find my hand slipping into my purse, and I hand my phone to him with my shaking hands. I shut my eyes.“Shh…” He brushes his thumb on my cheek. “No need to be scared. We have a lot to talk about. I wasn’t always like this, remember?”And he would always say those words to manipulate me.‘I’m a good person, Alayna. I wasn’t always like this. Please don’t give up on me now.’I pucker my lips. My skin shudders as my body dr