The Irresistible Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

"Sorry for being an asshole — your boss, John Bailey Miles, CEO of the Miles Shipping Corporation." That was what was written on the card attached to the bouquet.I would've felt bad if it wasn’t for his whole name and title being written below it. I would've felt worse if it were handwritten, but it was printed like a calling card—except it didn’t even have his number.But… he bought me roses. "White" roses.Is the jerk finally trying to graduate from being who he is? I don't think so. He must've just Googled what flowers mean or told one of his "peasants" to do all this for him."At least he apologized," I muttered nasally and slipped the card into my journal. "But he apologized in the most asshole way." I rolled my eyes and tried to focus on my dull workday.I do the same thing every day, and I've already got the gist of it. But today, aside from what Johnny left unattended, I was also blessed with more stress when he locked himself in his office. And yes, it frustrates the heck ou

"Almost forty grand, and that was called mercy," I scoffed with sarcastic delight, struggling to hold all the shopping bags in my hands. I shuffled my way toward the hotel veranda and headed straight to my suite.Johnny loves spending money—and I thank him for giving me a decent place to stay. Though honestly, I'd accept anything, as long as I don’t have to share it with him."Thank you for the blessing, Mr. Johnny Miles."I ended my night with a long, happy sigh.It’s not every day I get to buy whatever I want. I didn’t even have to touch the allowance Tamara gave me, and all my wants? Solved.After stripping off all my clothes, I hopped in the shower, then slipped into a robe. I was about to begin my nightly ritual when my phone buzzed.Of course. Johnny.That man just doesn’t know how to make a call."Why would he?" I muttered, smirking. "If he’s trying to give Mrs. Walker crutches." I snorted as I flopped down on the edge of the bed. "She won’t be a ‘walker’ by tomorrow." I let ou

I groaned as the buzzing beside the bed yanked me out of sleep.Fumbling around, I found a phone—not mine."Galactic Dic group chat?" I mumbled, blinking and rubbing my eyes. I had to squint at the screen like a grandma.This is definitely not my phone.The latest message, from someone named Captain Extortion, said: "Yo, 'Panty Collector' missed rooftop drinks last night. Who's the lucky girl, Johnny?"—followed by a flood of crying GIFs.Wait... what?I tossed the phone onto the bed just as Johnny been puked out by the bathroom, robe around his waist, towel in his hair.Our eyes met.He grinned, smug and annoyingly satisfied. He looked so proud—dripping with that post-sex confidence. I could already tell he was dying to mock me about finally sleeping with his secretary.Guess I’m getting fired."Sleeping Beauty’s up," he said.I yanked the blanket to my chin, holding it like a shield as he walked over.His scent—fancy hotel shampoo and something expensive—went from my nose then straig

Did I pass out? I saw darkness for a second there.When my eyes fluttered open, I thought I was in hell.I was lying on a fancy-ass soft bed that probably cost more than my entire education. Daniel was fanning me dramatically with a silver brochure while sipping his iced espresso.“And she lives,” he announced with a two-syllable enunciated laugh. “For a second there, sweet Cassidy, I thought your post-orgasm shame took you out permanently,” he teased, grinning widely.“Post—what? Excuse me?” I sat up so fast I almost headbutted him. “I… I fainted because of the sun. Not because of your—your filthy assumptions.”Daniel let out an amused hum, tossed the brochure, and it landed on the floor before he strolled over to the cabinet where the liquor was stored.“Where are we?” I asked, clutching my still-throbbing head.“Fifteen minutes mid-flight,” Johnny answered, and I turned toward him—only to find him lounging on the armrest across from me, wearing that smug, triumphant smirk. “And for

“Respect in the workplace. That’s the most important part of working for this corporation. And that was entirely your idea, yes, Mr. Miles?”Doctor Weathers, a woman in her late fifties, directed her attention toward Johnny. She peered over her sleek rectangular glasses, hands resting gracefully on her lap as she sat on the long sofa.Her strict, stern, serious aura brought out a sweat all over me. I suddenly felt so hot—even with the air conditioner on.“I did?” Johnny replied, unsure. Or basically just clueless about the policies, ethics, protocols, or whatever else. Because for real—it was Tamara and her power moves that shaped the company. Johnny? He just kept it breathing with minimal effort. Or should I say… with his "magic".After what happened in his office, I thought I was going to lose my soul.What those expensive people saw? Scandalous. It was wrong—a really bad sight. Total eye-sore.Now I’m branded as a low-grade woman. And HR-approved behavior? Miss T’s idea. Not mine.