The Irresistible Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Goddamn peaches!I sniffed my blazer. The scent wasn’t that scandalous. How did he even catch it? Is his nose a vacuum?"Fuck..." I groaned, stepping inside the staff prep room after supervising the catering team.My eyes fluttered shut as I sunk my ass onto the bench, thinking about what just happened. He's been occupying my head since, and I almost screwed up doing my job.Thankfully, the event ended with only minor issues—nothing our best couldn’t fix.And I am so ready to go home. Force myself to sleep. Forget what happened tonight. Convince myself I didn’t see Johnny. That I didn’t hear his voice. That I didn’t feel him so close to me.But who the hell is that Amy?Maybe I should do some research—no, no, no. Why would I care? The last thing I should ever do is even think about it. It's none of my business. "He" is none of my business.Eros told me the last time I saw him: I should never let Johnny affect me again. Because he will only hurt me.I was told to keep a distance—miles

All the chandeliers were lit, the soft melody from the saxophone played by our hired musician carpeting every corner of the venue.The event had been going on for—I don't even know how long. All I knew was that I had to rush to manage a little crisis on the guest list because I accidentally shuffled the names from the other day’s event into today's.Aside from that, we had to call security when some drunk, uninvited individual barged in, begging for one of the guest's love or whatever frustrated romantic nonsense he was on about.A fire almost broke out because of some troublemaking teenagers. Luckily, the team put it out before it could cause serious damage.There was even an almost-holocaust happening outside the venue thanks to the press and two rival groups of celebrity fans nearly coming to blows.And plenty more chaos that my brain could barely process.But out of everything I had to focus on, my mind was half somewhere else."Oh, you've got to be shitting me," I grumbled when I

"Johnny?" I hiccuped, squinting through my blurry vision to make sense of the broad, bare chest standing across the room.Freaking Amethyst. She set me up.I was supposed to leave—or maybe jump off the balcony—but instead, I was being pulled closer to him.Was my head playing tricks on me? Or was it just the alcohol? Or... was it because I was ovulating?"What—what are you doing... in here?" I stammered, fumbling for my words as I stumbled toward him like a confused toddler on a tightrope."I live here, Cass. What are 'you' doing here? How—how did you even get in?" His brows furrowed, eyes full of confusion and surprise."Magic..." I giggled, feeling the alcohol swirl from my stomach straight to my head. "Oh, Johnny," I breathed, reaching for his face.His tousled hair. Those addictive doe eyes looking at me like I'm a wonder. And his lips—damn, those lips—I wanted to make them redder.He looked... unfairly handsome. Especially when flushed like this."Wait... have you been drinking?"

Tamara.She stood there in her usual formal attire. She looked exactly how I remember her. Her hair was perfectly styled, her tailored feminine suit crisp and elegant, and she wore that same unshakable confidence like a crown.But something had changed. The look on her face that was usually bright and ready to sweetly manipulate anyone, now it seemed gloomy."I..." she began, her voice already trembling. There was a wariness in her eyes, subtle but present. "I ran past Amy, and she told me I would find you here," she said, her gaze locked on me."Me?" I pointed to myself."...with my son," she added, her red-painted lips curling into a weak, quivering smile. "I'm here to apologize, Cassidy. To both of you."Apologize... the word echoed in my head. I'd waited so long to hear that from her.And even though she had tossed me aside after using me, deep down I knew—I always carried a forgiving heart.Still, I had to remind myself: she wasn't the only one to blame. I let her use me.She ste

"Baby, I thought we were going to take things slow?" Johnny asked, finally getting the chance—but not for long. I yanked him down by his necktie, and just like that, he became a dog on a leash.My lips found his. Drunk—not from booze, but from his kisses. Not dizzy, but dazed. Hazy."This is definitely not slow," he said between breaths, fumbling with his key card at the door."You know I like it rough," I grinned, shoving him into his suite and kicking the door closed behind me, still gripping his tie. "So? You gonna keep questioning me or are you going to take me?" I purred.A smirk broke on his lips. One I knew too well.Johnny had been trying so hard to play the good guy. Resisting my teasing. Respecting our so-called truce. He always held back—warning me every single time, reminded me of his promise. But I knew the truth. He couldn’t resist me.No matter how high he built the wall, I climbed it. And tonight, I was setting every damn rule on fire.Making love? Yes, that's how he c