บททั้งหมดของ He wants her back: The billionaire’s leading lady: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Throughout the time of our relationship, I followed Pierce’s lead. Zero touch was given, I only reciprocated unless I was told otherwise. But tonight I reached for him, I didn’t wait for him to gingerly get up and look around me the way that made shivers climb up my spine. Or wait to hear his commanding voice giving me his next orders. While that felt good, it was supposed to be Tami’s way. I wasn’t playing the role of Tami anymore. I straddled Pierce and kissed him, pushing my frustrations into it. I thought about the cut I inflicted at his office and nipped him on the lip, then sucked on it with more ferocity. His fingers tightened on me and he moved his head back to escape the onslaught of my lips. Being on him gave me the upper hand in this situation. His fingers tightened, digging into the soft flesh of my thighs. “Fuck Myra.” He cursed after leaning his head away from me. At an impressive speed he planted his palm on my back for support and flipped us, so I was now in the c

Time seemed to slow in my mind as I plunged downwards. My safety was far from my mind, all I could think about was what could happen to my baby if I fell the wrong way. I swung my arms around as I tumbled, grasping the air till I caught hold of a railing. Then I gave myself a few seconds to process what had just happened. I sat on the bottom stair as I tried to assess the pain on my body and where they originated from. There was a bad scratch on my hand without the bandage that spanned from somewhere around my wrist to my elbow, my left side was throbbing with quickly mounting pain, I spotted another scratch on my leg that looked like it needed a bandaid, other than that, I was fine. I sighed in relief and hugged my tummy, ignoring my poor ribs. When I reached Lancaster’s office, I knocked low on the door. “Well don’t be shy now, come riiight in.” Lancaster drawled in a bad Texan accent.. At Least I thought it was him. When I pushed it open, I blinked in horror. He wasn

The ad assistant snapped the clapperboard as one of the board members began reading the scene out. “Amber Farnworth snaps out of her drug induced rage and looks at the massacre around her. She turns to child cowering in the corner and addresses him, go.” I took a deep breath in and as I breathed out I pushed myself into the headspace of my character. There was no money issues or sick mum, or Pierce, or Tami, or photos… photos with his mother…photos that implied Tami was her soon to be daughter in-law, photos of Pierce in bed with Tami. shit. “Anytime now, miss Thompson.” I could smell failure on the horizon. Maybe it would be better if I just got up and left, I thought to myself. I should’ve taken the Ad assistant’s offer earlier. “If you can’t remember the line, just use your script.” O’Malley suggested, sounding like he was through with this audition already. “I’m sorry.” I apologized and flipped the script open. The embarrassment I was feeling fueled my anxiety and m

My pulse quickened but I kept my head on straight in front of me. “Pierce…” his name slipped off my tongue like a warm sigh. I felt the need to spin around and hold him. Or Atleast far back enough so that we were touching. Seeing Pierce in public and pretending we were not close had always been difficult, a certain type of game I enjoyed playing with him. Now it felt like torture. I recalled the searing images of Pierce and Tami, letting the sting of heartbreak course through me, steeling me against my need for him. “I’ve missed you.” He spoke in an affectionate whisper and I felt my walls crumble. I turned then. Pierce’s eyes were on me, dark intent, greedy. My breath seized. His dark hair was swept back from his face. The gray suit on his body fit like a second skin, clinging to his body in all the right places. When I finished my appraisal, I found that his eyes were still on my face. A flush rose to my cheeks and I turned away from him. “I heard your interview went badly.”

“Hey.” Adams said, smiling at me. My heart dropped into my stomach, “You’re not supposed to be here.” “I know Myra, I just want to talk-I want to congratulate you…on getting the job.” No words escaped my lips. “She’s very thankful, but she’ll appreciate it if you just leave.” Hannah said kindly. Lily frowned at all of us. Keeping Lily out of the loop was coming back to bite me in the bum. “Myra, can we talk in private, please.” Adams insisted again, moving closer. “My guy, maybe just leave? She doesn’t want to speak with you right now.” Jeremy added. Bless his heart. He just met me and he was already standing up for me. Adams took a good look at him. Probably the first since he materialized at our table. “Who are you supposed to be?” “Right now, an acquaintance, hopefully we can be more than that while we work together on set.” He shot me a friendly wink and I smiled in return. Adams glowered at him, “Nobody’s going to be ‘more’ with Myra. She’s not in the ma