Lahat ng Kabanata ng In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Have you ever had to battle with yourself? Really wrestle with your brain and heart to stop from calling that one person who made you feel like a clinging fool? It was tough. Even tougher for Brandon. He was desperately trying to prove himself worthy, despite his heart still aching for Ethan.Brandon longed for Ethan to call and admit that he hadn't meant what he said back in Italy. He wanted to hear that it was all a mistake, a reaction born from confusion. Brandon hoped for that apology, knowing deep down that whatever had been brewing between them wasn't one-sided. Ethan was just forcing it to seem that way.But we can’t always get what we wish for, right?There was something profoundly depressing about having your boss looming over you while you tried to focus on your job. Especially a boss who had shattered a growing bond between you and him.Brandon glared at the tall, imposing figure in front of him, forcing himself to concentrate on typing instead of the man who stood behind h

Really, it was a wonder they got any work done. By the time Brandon got home that day, he'd lost count of how many times he'd been fucked. His ass felt a little sore with every step, but after months of this, his body was used to it. The soreness was almost comforting, a constant reminder of Ethan even when he wasn't there."Are we going to finally talk about it?"Brandon stopped in his tracks, wincing. "Hey. I'm tired. Can we talk tomorrow—""No, we can’t," Britney said from the couch, where she had apparently been lying in wait for him. "It's eleven in the night, Brandon. Eleven! This is inhumane!""We had a lot of work," Brandon said defensively. "Overtime pay, remember?""Lots of work," Britney said, practically radiating sarcasm. She got to her feet and walked over, sniffing. "Is that why you smell of cologne? It’s a very nice cologne, I'll give you that. Plus, the new shirt too is admirable.""It’s new," Brandon said. "Do you like it?"Britney gave him a flat look. "You don’t we

“What—I'm coming!” Britney’s voice echoed in the background. Shortly, Brandon heard a commotion in the hallway, a male voice cursing, “This is the men’s restroom. Get out of here, lady.”“My brother needs my help,” Britney said firmly. “Brandon?” Her voice grew closer.“In here,” Brandon managed to call out.The door rattled. “Open the door, love,” Britney urged.His hands shaking uncontrollably, Brandon struggled to unlock the door. His legs felt heavy, each motion requiring immense concentration.“Oh my god,” Britney exclaimed as he finally succeeded in opening the door. “I’m calling 911.”“No,” Brandon protested, trying to focus on his sister. “I’m fine.” He would never forgive himself if a scene was created because of him in a situation like this.“You don’t look fine! You look like you’re about to pass out!”That was closer to the truth than he cared to admit.“I’m fine,” Brandon repeated stubbornly.Britney sighed. “Come on, let’s get you home.” She attempted to help him to his

Ethan watched Brandon sleep, his thoughts a chaotic wave of frustration and something he refused to name. The drug in Brandon’s drink might have made him confused, might have had him talking nonsense. But drunken ramblings should never be disregarded as unimportant. Alcohol loosened thoughts that had been swept under the carpet for too long. It was undeniable that Brandon had some kind of feelings toward him—infatuation.Ethan clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the storm of contradictory emotions the idea caused. Brandon mumbled something in his sleep, moved closer, and tucked his face against Ethan’s shoulder, slinging his leg over Ethan's thigh. Ethan stared at his dark eyelashes and pink, parted lips."I hated you so much, but now everything feels dull without you. Want to see you always."The memory of Brandon’s words tightened Ethan’s stomach with an odd, not entirely unpleasant feeling. Ethan’s lips thinned into a hard line. He should have been angry. Brandon’s idiotic feelings

After meeting Eliot, Ethan became disoriented and edgy. His temper, once manageable, worsened significantly. He buried himself deeper in work, seeking distraction from thoughts of Eliot and Brandon. Respecting Ethan’s wishes, Brandon kept his distance, though his heart ached from the separation.The following weeks were a blur. Eliot began his tour, and Ethan meticulously organized everything: security, transportation, accommodation, and even medical teams on standby. Despite these efforts, he stayed away from Eliot and completely avoided Brandon. His world became a robotic routine of work and isolation, ensuring he had no contact with Brandon.Eliot, however, didn’t stop trying to get Ethan's attention. He sent texts, letters, and gifts from his tour. Ethan often tossed them into the trash, the pain from the past weighing heavily on him. During this period, he decided to sweep WARD out of the deal with Navida, opting instead for the expansion with Aldo. This decision displeased both