Semua Bab The Irresistible Billionaire: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Lunch break’s over, but looks like I’m about to be the main course.“Ahh!” I gasped when Johnny pinned me against the wall of his office and claimed my lips like he owned them.He bit my lower lip, pulling a moan out of me.My hands trembled as I fumbled to unbutton his shirt, trying to focus on kissing him—while my brain was spinning in a thousand directions.He kissed me feverishly, his hands all over me—gripping, touching, squeezing every inch like he couldn’t get enough.The lust? It was too much. I could feel it in my skin. His touch only made it burn hotter, prickling and intense, it grows the fire from deep inside me.My legs were wrapped around his waist, suspended in the air. His big hands cupped my butt, holding me up like I weighed nothing while he devoured me like a starving wolf.He grew even more ravenous, licking and nibbling at my neck, leaving marks I’d have to cover later—if I even cared right now.I didn’t.I just needed him.Running my fingers through his hair, I y

An incident that happened in the past made a huge, embarrassing impact on a lot of people—and in my case, I’ll take it to my grave.What happened in that restaurant was pure catastrophe. It’s been three days since, but every time I see Johnny, my mind just replays how I... squirted on my seat.It was both relieving and disturbing at the same time.A lot of people were there, and we were the center of attention. I even saw an article about it yesterday.As much as I’ve got a lot of things to think about ahead, that night is still stuck right in the middle of my brain. Especially now that Johnny’s given me a new nickname: Squirtie. What the fudge?I stood by the shed under my umbrella, discreetly picking my nose that had been itching from the rainy weather.Saturday—finally. Supposed to be a rest day for me, but nope. Tamara just had to yank me out of my comfort zone."You didn’t mention to me that Johnny wanted you to go with him to Seattle," Tamara said as soon as I got into her car.

I woke up feeling tired. I took a shower, still exhausted—and that’s all because of Johnny. I lost the quality of my sleep thinking about his drama last night.There’s no weighing scale to help me measure him. No calculator to figure out his attitude. And definitely no dictionary in the world that could explain the twists and turns of that chaotic brain of his.“But at least he gave me fried chicken,” I muttered, picking up the last piece. I saved it for breakfast since I wasn’t hungry while deep-thinking like a madwoman last night.I have zero idea what his purpose was for showing up and waiting “three fucking hours” by my door.My eyes landed on the bouquet of roses. He keeps giving me those. Does he seriously think that just because his money can buy them, we’re suddenly closer?A snort left me.“What are we, Johnny?” I asked the air, as if he could hear me. “We’re far from being fuck buddies, and we’re not even friends to call it friends-with-benefits. It’s somewhere between stran

"You're so quiet," Stefano noticed, glancing at me as we got stuck in traffic. "Is there a problem?"I shook my head and ditched the long-ass face I had. "I'm fine. Probably just tired, that's all," I replied, stretching a smile across my face.I’ve got no idea why I’m acting this way. I mean, it was just Johnny being his unpredictable, dramatic-ass self—so why the hell am I feeling guilty?First of all, he didn’t feel guilty letting random women into his office today. If he’s mad about "something" between us, he better just say it straight to my face. I’m not great at picking up hints.The problem is, Johnny likes playing Scrabble with me. The game probably ended—he already won, and I still haven’t made a move.He hates clingy women, yet he's clingy as hell. Worse than most girls, honestly.He’s got his own darn vocabulary and loves being chased. Well, guess what? He’s fast and I’m not exactly sprinting-ready in heels."I'm sorry I dragged you with me," Stefano said, and I immediatel

“Are you sure you don’t want me to—” Stefano asked, nodding toward the building as I took my seatbelt off.I was ready to be free—from my clothes, from my shoes. Ready to put my feet up, soak in a two-hour bath, and knock out in a coma-level beauty sleep.Tamara texted me an hour ago, reminding me about Seattle. We’re meeting at exactly nine tomorrow morning.I’m already packed... and lowkey terrified of whatever’s going to happen at that bachelor party. More than that, I’m nervous about what Tamara has planned for me to do.I’m gonna need to confess my sins again after this, aren’t I?“You make it sound like I need to walk ten blocks home,” I told him. “It’s not like I’m gonna get lost. You still have to go to work, remember?”He sighed, defeated. “Right.”Honestly, he deserved a proper thank you.So I leaned in and gave him a soft peck on the cheek.He stiffened. The streetlamp outside was our only source of light, but it was enough to see the way his ears turned red on the spot.“T