Semua Bab The Billionaire's Camgirl: Bab 11 - Bab 20

~Jolene's POV~That night instead of staying home, I went over to have a sleepover at Claire's. She prepared a cozy night out meal and threw in extra blankets and pillows for us to be completely relaxed.I filled her in about what happened in the park and needless to say she was shocked."Maybe you should inform the police that you are being stalked," she pursed her lip and suggested.Just as I was about to tell her that it's a bad idea to get police involved. Someone knocked on the door.We both looked at each other and then at the door. It was midnight so there shouldn't be anyone to visit Claire at this time. Plus we were at her condo which was away from our house so it couldn't be her brother either.My heart fires out rapid beats, thumping and pounding against my chest as panic sets in. What if it's my attacker from the park? What if he followed me here? With a heavy heart I opened the door, with a broom stick in one hand and pepper spray in the other.A heavy black boot landed

~Jolene’s POV~There are three things I absolutely hate on a Monday morning.1. Coffee that tastes like betrayal.2. Emails from HR.3. Seeing Jasper Coleman in a three-piece suit looking like a goddamn Calvin Klein model dipped in sin.Guess which one hit me first?He was already in the office when I walked in, standing by the glass wall like he owned the goddamn view. The morning sun kissed his face like it had a crush on him,which was just rude. I hadn’t even put my lip gloss on yet and there he was, in his stupid grey suit and his even stupider smirk.“You’re late,” he said, without even looking at me.I rolled my eyes. “You’re lucky I showed up at all. My bed almost convinced me to commit to a long-term relationship.”He finally turned around, his gaze dragging over my body like a slow swipe of hot wax. “Pity. You and I would’ve made a more satisfying arrangement.”Oh. Oh.Why was it suddenly hot in here? Who turned the AC off? Is this how women in Victorian novels felt before fa

~Jolene’s POV~The building shimmered in the fading light, its glass exterior catching the last blush of the sun. I stepped outside, heels tapping against polished stone, the late spring breeze curling around my legs. The sky bled into soft golds and bruised purples. Evening in this part of the city always looked like money, sleek cars purring at the curb, the scent of cologne, champagne, and ambition thick in the air. But despite all the gloss and glamor, a shiver ran down my spine. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, as if someone was watching me. I glanced around, heart thudding. Nothing. Just the usual crowd outside the lobby, all too busy checking their reflections or phones. Still, that sensation lingered like a shadow clinging to my skin… until I felt him.Jasper’s presence swept in like a tide, cool and commanding. The moment he stepped beside me, the invisible weight lifted. The tension in my shoulders dissolved, and for the first time since I’d walked out of the office

~Jolene’s POV~His body hovered over mine, all hard muscle and raw hunger. The shadows from the chandelier painted golden arcs across his back, highlighting the tension in his shoulders, the ridges of his abdomen as he positioned himself between my thighs. His breath was hot against my cheek. I felt it before I saw him, his mouth brushing mine, his voice deep and filthy in my ear.“You sure you want this, camgirl?”I nodded, biting my lip, breath catching in my throat. “Yes… I want you.”His cock nudged at my entrance, teasing, testing, dragging slick and slow along my folds. I clenched the sheets under me, moaning at the pressure. The head slipped in, just a little, and my back arched instinctively.“Fuck,” Jasper groaned, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You’re tight… so fucking tight. Didn’t know camgirls could still feel like this.”I swallowed a whimper, blinking up at him. If only he knew.He thrust in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching me out. My eyes rolled back as the pre

Jolene’s POVLater that week at the office, Jasper and I sat through the kind of meeting that made me fantasize about death by paper cut. Charts, projections, pointless opinions—none of it mattered. Not when he was sitting five feet away in a white button-down with his sleeves rolled to the elbow, forearms flexing each time he raised his water bottle.He didn’t glance at me. Not once. And that pissed me off more than I wanted to admit.I crossed my legs, shifted in my seat, tried to focus on the numbers. But I kept thinking about how his mouth had felt on my skin, the way he growled when he came, how he’d whispered things that still made my thighs clench.As the team finally filtered out, I stood to leave too—but then I heard the soft click of the blinds being shut.I froze.Jasper didn’t speak at first. He just stood there, silent, until the room was dim and private. Then he moved. Slow. Controlled. Dangerous.“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, his voice low and rough like gravel s