Semua Bab The Irresistible Billionaire: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I pulled Johnny by the tie of his shirt, which was loosely hanging around his neck as we entered the elevator.Making out in public was never on my bucket list, but here I am—freaking lapping the heck out of Johnny’s lips beside a couple of ladies who are clearly not vibing with the atmosphere we just dragged in.A moan slipped out of my lips when he reached for my butt cheek and gave it a good squeeze.I can feel myself heating up by the second. I feel hotter and hotter—like a fever rushing through my veins.The elevator dinged just a few floors below where the party was still going, and Johnny started dragging me toward his room.“Fuck…” he grumbled between kisses, struggling to slide the card in. I get it—the kiss is too much.I chuckled and pulled away, breathless. “Open the door, handsome. Or are we doing it right here in the hallway?”He obeyed.The moment we stepped in, the lights were dimmed—like the room knew exactly what was about to happen.I feel so alive.I’ve never felt

My whole body froze the second my eyes met his. It felt like hell froze over with me. I just stared at him—eyes wide."If it isn’t the precious secretary. What are you doing here, Cassidy North?" he asked, striding closer with his hands in his pockets.Even off-duty, the man screams “work.” Black shirt, black slacks—so casual yet still so calculated. Even his dark hair and eyes match the vibe he gives off. D-A-R-K.Shit!This wasn’t supposed to happen.Tamara will kill me if she finds out I just busted her plan!What do I do? Pretend I don’t know who he’s talking about? Fake a faint? Run for it?Fudge!“Mr. Eros,” I chuckled awkwardly. “What a pleasant surprise. It’s good to see a familiar face here,” I added, forcing a grin.“Johnny didn’t mention he brought you with him,” he said, like he was suspicious of my presence. Well, me too.“Uh...” I fumbled for words—when suddenly, a new figure appeared behind him.“Eros, have you been doing what I’m paying you fo—Cass?” It was Johnny. He

"You motherfucker! What did you do to her?"Through my drowsy eyes, I saw my savior—Johnny.He was hovering over Olden, landing punches straight to his face."We were just having fun," the maniac slurred, and that earned him another brutal hit, breaking his nose.Blood streamed from his nose and mouth, but he was too high to feel anything, not even pain.Then, people came rushing in—guests and guards—pulling Johnny away from Olden.Among them was Tamara. Her eyes widened, hands covering her mouth as she took in the scene.Her son was being dragged off from beating the shit out of her “professional” local friend… while I was still lying on the table, legs dangling off the edge.One of the guards tried to help me sit up, but Johnny snapped."Don't touch her! Don’t you fucking touch her!" he roared, yanking his arms from those holding him back. He pushed his way through the crowd and came straight to me.He tore off his jacket and draped it over my legs before scooping me into his arms.

“How do you know that?” he asked me. His eyes squinted with suspicion, his head tilted slightly as if trying to read between my panicked silence. Seconds ticked by while my lips jittered, failing to form a single word, and that was another reason for him to suspect me. My brain? Totally fried. Like there’s a loose screw somewhere, and my whole body’s short-circuiting. What the hell am I supposed to say? Every reasonable word disappeared from my head. Blank. Absolutely nothing. I couldn’t come up with a single explanation for how I knew what I knew. I’m fudged! “How did you know I was with her?” he repeated, this time slower—more enunciated. There was a hint to his voice, like a warning wrapped in thick velvet, and I felt it in my bones. That damn arched thick eyebrow didn’t help either. He intimidated the hell out of me. And I am dangerously close to peeing myself. “What?” I croaked out like an idiot, scooting toward the headboard, putting some much needed space betw

Clutching my bag tightly like someone might snatch it, I stepped into the kind of restaurant that made me feel like I could only afford a glass of water—and even that felt like a stretch.“Do you have any reservation, ma’am?” the receptionist asked. Her smile was professional, but the way her eyes subtly twitched when she clocked my outfit? Yeah, that smile cracked a bit.“Oh… uh, Eros Kane has a reservation for two. I’m with him,” I said, then gave her my name.“Please follow me.” A host gestured toward the dining area. “Table twelve, by the corner. Mr. Kane is waiting for you,” she added before walking off.My eyes immediately landed on the man who gave off the iciest aura in this warm, luxurious place. He’d already ordered red wine, swirling it like he was in a movie.I took careful steps toward him, heels clicking and nerves buzzing. The sound of clinking glasses filled the air, but in my head, it was just chaos.What is he going to tell me? The suspense was killing me. A heads-up