บททั้งหมดของ Your Lips to Mine #3: The Billionaire's Dangerous Muse : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The air was buzzing with excitement as the results of the exams were posted on the bulletin board in the department hallway. Students crowded around, eager to see their grades. I hung back, not feeling the need to push through the crowd. After all, I already knew where my name would be. It wasn’t arrogance, just a quiet confidence born from weeks of hard work. “Sierra! You’re at the top again!” Mika’s voice cut through the chatter as she turned to me, waving her phone in triumph. She had already pulled up the online results and was grinning from ear to ear. I gave her a small smile. “I figured. But how about you? Did you get what you were aiming for?” Her grin widened as she linked her arm through mine. “I didn’t just pass—I aced it! Well, not like you, but I’m pretty proud of myself. And guess what? No one in our class failed. Can you believe that?” That caught my attention. I looked around at my classmates, who were now exchanging congratulations, high-fives, and hugs. F

When I walked into the office that night, the usual hum of activity filled the air. My footsteps echoed across the polished floor as I made my way to David’s office. I wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary today—just the usual check-ins and updates on the upcoming match. But as I rounded the corner into the main office space, I was taken aback by the sight of a familiar figure standing near the reception desk. Damian Cross. I froze for a moment, my eyes narrowing instinctively. He stood there, tall and imposing, his two bodyguards flanking him on either side. They were obviously on alert, their eyes scanning the room as if waiting for some unseen threat to appear. Damian, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease. He was dressed in his usual polished attire—tailored suit, crisp white shirt, and perfectly styled hair. His presence was commanding, as always, and despite the mask of calm he wore, I could sense the same intensity that had drawn me to him the first time we me

The morning light barely made it through the blinds as I sat at my desk, scrolling through the specs of the latest self-driving car prototypes. I had already cleared my inbox, organized my thoughts for the day, and now, it was time to get to work. My eyes flickered over the details of each car, scanning the performance data with a practiced ease. It was still early, but I already knew what the day would hold. I’d be testing a dozen new cars today, each one offering something unique—or at least, that’s what they claimed. As much as the industry loved to hype up their new technology, I knew better than to believe every flashy claim. In this field, you had to be critical, ruthless even, if you wanted to separate the truly great from the gimmicks.My standards were high. They always had been. Whether it was in my own life or in the cars I assessed, I couldn’t settle for anything less than perfection. Mediocrity was a concept I’d never been willing to accept, and when it came to self-driv

The hum of the racetrack filled the air as I checked the final adjustments on my car, mentally preparing myself for the race ahead. The crowd was restless, their cheers and anticipation palpable. This track was notoriously difficult, and the danger of it only added to the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But just as I was about to climb into the driver’s seat, a familiar voice broke through the noise. “Sierra, stop,” Damian’s deep voice cut through the chaos like a knife. I turned my head sharply, spotting him striding toward me with a determined expression. Flanked by two of his ever-present bodyguards, he looked out of place among the grease-stained mechanics and roaring engines. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, irritated by his sudden appearance. His gaze darted to my car, then back to me, a hint of worry in his usually composed demeanor. “This track is dangerous. I’ve read the reports. The modifications—” “I know what I’m doing,” I interrupted, my tone sharp

I stood in Damian Cross’s office, my arms tightly crossed over my chest, trying my best to hide the unease gnawing at the pit of my stomach. The sleek, polished interior of the room was just as cold and imposing as Damian himself. Glass walls offered a panoramic view of the city, but my eyes stayed on him, trying not to let the weight of his presence get to me.Damian leaned back in his chair, looking every bit the part of a CEO who was used to getting what he wanted. His eyes were sharp, calculating, but there was something about him—a quiet, magnetic energy—that made my skin prickle. “Miss Carter,” he began, his voice smooth, controlled, “I understand your hesitations, but this is an opportunity that benefits us both.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? You get your precious tech on my car, and I’m supposed to believe I’m the one coming out on top?”Damian’s lips curled into the slightest of smiles. “You’d be participating in one of the most prestigious international racing tourna