Todos los capítulos de Wild Nights with my Billionaire Boss: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Kei For a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. His words hung in the air between us, heavy with promise and intensity. The heat of his touch burned through my skin, grounding me in a way that felt terrifying and comforting all at once. I wanted to believe him—to believe that we could fix whatever this was, that we could navigate the chaos between us and come out on the other side. But part of me, the part that had been hurt over and over again, was still afraid.Afraid of falling deeper into Gio’s world, afraid of getting lost in him all over again.“I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. My chest tightened, and for the first time in a long time, I felt vulnerable in front of him, completely exposed.His hand moved to cup my chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes. The storm of emotions swirling there mirrored the chaos in my heart—anger, frustration, but something else, something deeper. “You can,” he said softly, his voice losing some of its sha

Kei I lay there beneath him, my body trembling as the weight of our moment settled over us. Gio's breath was hot against my skin, his lips tracing a path down my neck, and my mind was spinning, lost in a haze of desire and confusion.It should’ve been enough. That intense, fiery connection between us—the one we’d been resisting for so long—should have left me satisfied, but it didn’t. It only left me feeling more tangled, more lost in the emotional storm that had been brewing between us.I stared up at the ceiling, my chest heaving with ragged breaths as I tried to catch up to the reality of what had just happened. My hands were still in his hair, my legs wrapped around him as if I couldn’t bear to let go. And truthfully, I wasn’t sure I could.But even now, in the quiet after the storm, I could feel the tension lurking beneath the surface, waiting to explode again.Gio shifted above me, his hands sliding down my sides, his touch possessive even in the aftermath of our passion. I exp

KeiMy hands trembled as I stared at the screen, Gio’s last message burning into my mind. Come to my office. Now. The command was clear, and though I hadn’t seen Gio react earlier, I felt his control tightening around me, pulling me back toward the storm that had been brewing between us for days.I swallowed hard, slipping the phone into my bag as I hurried back toward the office. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of what was waiting for me dragging me down. Zion’s smug words echoed in my mind, the tension from our lunch lingering like a bad taste in my mouth. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had walked straight into a trap—one that Zion had set with calculated precision.When I finally reached the office, my heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe. The building was quieter than before, most of the employees having already left for the day. I hesitated outside Gio’s office door, my hand hovering over the handle as a flood of emotions rushed through me.Was

GioThe tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Zion stood across from me, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were sharp—calculating. He had always been like that, always playing the long game, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And now, he was watching me closely, his gaze unrelenting.He wasn’t just here to talk. He was here to push me, to force me into a corner I didn’t want to be in.“What the hell do you want, Zion?” I growled, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. I wasn’t in the mood for his games—not today.Zion smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Come on, Gio. You know exactly why I’m here.”I could feel the frustration bubbling up inside me, but I forced it down, trying to keep my cool. “If this is about Kei—”“Of course, it’s about Kei,” Zion interrupted, his voice calm but laced with something darker. “It’s always about her, isn’t it?”The words hit me like a punch, and I could feel my jaw tighten. He wasn’t wrong. Kei had become the center of e

KeiThe next few days passed in a blur of work and silence, the unspoken tension between Gio and me lingering like a storm that hadn’t yet broken. After our last exchange, he seemed to withdraw even further, keeping his distance both physically and emotionally. I buried myself in my work, focusing on the mountain of tasks that filled my days, trying to ignore the ache that settled in my chest whenever I saw him passing by, barely acknowledging my presence.It was almost a relief to lose myself in the details of each assignment, answering emails, attending meetings, preparing reports, and overseeing logistics. I knew every spreadsheet, every document like the back of my hand, but the sense of purpose I usually found in my work was tinged with a lingering unease. No matter how focused I tried to stay, Gio’s presence loomed over everything, a constant reminder of the unresolved tension between us.But just as I was starting to settle into this strained routine, everything changed.Late i