บททั้งหมดของ The Disabled Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Theodore “So, big brother, what happened last night?” Daisy’s voice rang out, teasing and curious. I looked up from my desk to see her perched on the edge of the table like she owned it, swinging her legs back and forth. She was smiling in that mischievous way she always did when she thought she was being clever. I narrowed my eyes slightly and shook my head, trying to ignore her. But it was useless because, she would keep talking until she was satisfied. “Judging by the look on your face, it seems my plan went well.” Her grin widened, and she pointed a finger at me. “See? My matchmaking skills are top-notch! Everything I do works perfectly.” “So, tell me the details. I made sure to send all the staff home so you two could have the privacy you deserve. Did you make her happy? You didn't ruin my efforts right?” Damn it, I was already in a bad mood. The last thing I needed was Daisy’s endless chatter. “You messed up, didn’t you?” She tilted her head, studying me, then snapp

Theodore The room fell into silence. The looks on their faces were a mix of confusion and disbelief, but I didn’t care. My eyes were locked on Eve. My mind raced with memories I had buried deep, memories I wanted to forget, yet I couldn't forget it, no matter how many times had passed. It was like a siren song, whispering how much I didn’t deserve the woman in my arms. My mother stood slowly, raising an eyebrow as she looked between us. “What do you mean, Theodore?” she asked in concern. “Why are you behaving like this? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice almost made my heart ache. She took a hesitant step forward, reaching out toward Eve, but the moment her hand moved closer, I flinched and instinctively took a step back, pulling Eve with me. "Don't touch her," I said sharply. Her face fell, confusion shifting to something sadder. “Theo…” Eve stiffened in my grip, and I felt her tense, trying to pull away. “Stop this, Theodore. You're making her worry.” My fat

Asher I took a slow drag from my cigarette, leaning against the cold brick wall at the back of the club. I tilted my head back, watching the thin wisps curl and disappear. "Why are you here alone, handsome?" A sultry voice broke through the silence. I turned my head lazily, my eyes landing on a woman striding toward me with a seductive sway of her hips. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, the kind that promised trouble. I exhaled a long stream of smoke and studied her, unimpressed. Wasn't she the same one who had been hovering around me all night? Persistent. Annoying. Predictable. She stepped closer, pressing a manicured hand against my chest, trailing it down slowly. "I've been looking for you everywhere, baby," she purred, eyes heavy with intent. "Why'd you leave me all alone in there?" My gaze dropped to her dress—or what little there was of it. Red, tight, barely covering anything. Half her tits were practically spilling out, and I had to admit, she looked good. Pretty, ev

Eve The bartender stumbled and crashed onto the floor, groaning in pain as he clutched his bleeding nose. Everything stopped, the music seemed to fade into the background as people turned to watch the scene unfold. What the hell just happened? I sat frozen for a moment. My fingers curled into fists on my lap and just as I was about to stand and check on the bartender, a rough hand grabbed my wrist. "Where are you going baby?" I stiffened, my gaze snapping to the man who had ordered the drink. His grip was firm, almost bruising, and his smile sent an uncomfortable shiver down my spine. "I think the bartender must have made a mistake by taking this back. Isn't that right?" My skin crawled, and I felt disgusted. Every instinct screamed at me to pull away, to run, but a voice in the back of my mind to be careful. "Ah, poor lady, she must be Axel's new victim." Someone whispered. "That's pretty unfortunate for her," another voice chimed in. "My friend told me how he ha

Eve “I’m only going because of this. I’ve always wanted to ride one.” I was crazy. Why would I willingly accept this? Just because I had always wondered what it felt like to ride a motorbike? But the real question I should ask myself was: was the motorbike the only reason I wanted to go with him? I had made a lot of stupid decisions in my life, but this had to be the worst of them. I could still walk away from all these and forget it ever happened. But I don't know if it was the alcohol in my system giving me a false sense of courage or something else entirely, I didn’t want to turn back. I glanced at him; he was watching me with surprise. Then, to my shock, he chuckled—a low, deep sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “I guess people never change.” “What?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at his statement. “Nothing. Get on, it is getting late.” I grabbed the helmet he had tossed at me earlier and pulled it over my head. “This is stupid.” Taking a deep breath, I climbed onto