All Chapters of Awakening the Billionaire's Lust: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

1.The ink-dipped pen scratched the paper, leaving behind a thick line. The hand gripping the pen was tightly squeezed, controlling the nearly imperceptible quivering of the nib. When he reached the final box labelled 'Experimental Data,' his handwriting dramatically deteriorated, the ink smearing across the white paper. Brent frowned and tore the paper out, crumbling it into a ball and throwing it in the trash. He turned his head and saw his phone screen light up with a message alert, accompanied by a “ding”. It was the surveillance software alerting him, "Biological activity detected, click to view surveillance footage." Outside, there was a knock at the door. It must be Mrs. Sala from across the street again, delivering her papaya salad, having been turned down three times in a row, as if she didn't understand how much Brent hated human contact, especially face-to-face contact. This bores Brent Keith. People react to seeing him in one of two ways: shock and amazement, f

"Sir." Hermosa was unaware of Brent's presence for a short while. She covered Elisa in a nice bath towel and stood with her back to the shadows as if she were expecting that the small amount of darkness might conceal anything for her. “Sir just…Excuse me, please." Hermosa said cautiously after a moment's silence, seeing that Brent had no intention of giving in. Brent then realized that his wheelchair was solidly in Hermosa's way. He backed away a little and heard Hermosa say in a low voice, "Thank you." "Hm." Brent responded, noticing that Elisa was staring at him with those big, unblinking eyes that looked so much like her mother's, innocent and clueless, and like she had seen his mind deeply. Brent looked away. "Elisa, don't look at Brent uncle like that, it's not polite honey," Hermosa whispered to the child with a slight sense of reproach. Looking somewhat apologetically at Brent, "I'm taking Elisa back to the room, good night, sir." She finished with a cautious

Los Angeles is a city that never sleeps, where the lights of the bars, clubs, and adult shows don't go out until dawn. Hermosa gets off the bus and walks around the villas, observing the puppies snoozing in front of each house and the couples holding hands in the morning breeze with their windows open, and realizes she doesn't belong there. Her nose was suddenly a little sour. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes toward Brent's residence. Two days earlier, her fingerprints had been taken so that she could enter without disturbing him. However, before she reached the door, she sensed an inquisitive glance behind her. It was the wife of the family across the street, short, fat and amiable, her permed hair hooped up with a coloured hairband, creating a strong visual clash with the colourful cardigan she was wearing."Excuse me, what can I do for you?" Hermosa asked politely as she walked over."Are you Mr. Brent Keith's relative?" The neighbour’s wife inquired inquisitively. S

Brent slept poorly throughout the later portion of the night. When the first bird song awoke him, he took the elevator downstairs to find Hermosa already preparing breakfast. On the counter were two coconuts with green skin that glistened in the sunlight. After a precise arrangement, there were also waffles and maple syrup in the centre of the table. "Good morning, sir.” Hermosa greeted Brent with a smile. She had showered and looked a little tired: "Elisa didn't give you any trouble last night, did she?" "No." Brent was tempted to ask Hermosa why she wouldn't let Elisa hear the Cinderella story but then dismissed the thought. Because he saw her newly changed crew-neck T-shirt become loose as she bent over, revealing a red mark near her collarbone. "Would you like some coconut water first?" Hermosa didn't notice the sudden obscurity in Brent's eyes. "Where did that come from?" More than one man must have touched her last night, Brent thought with disdain and scorn. "

Brent had asked his friend Sam, who worked at the police station, to investigate Hermosa's past. Sam was so taken aback by the fact that he had approached him about it that he sent it over the next day. Brent took a quick look at it, but it wasn't long, as it was an internal police file and Hermosa had never been convicted of a crime, so the profile was lacking in substance. Hermosa was a native of the same area as he was, but their lives had taken very different paths and there was almost no chance of them crossing paths. Brent was born into an aristocratic New York family and grew up in the finest private schools, receiving an elite education and achieving exceptional grades. Brent received his doctorate at the age of twenty-one and went on to become a rising star in his field of work. He was the youngest and most favored child in his family. Until his accident, he had never experienced any setbacks growing up. He was as oblivious to the condition of the average man as the r