Semua Bab Claiming What's Mine: A Billionaire Romance: Bab 81 - Bab 90

I pulled back, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling. “Kirsten,” I murmured, my voice trembling. “I’ll give you everything you want, everything you need. But let’s do this the right way. When you’re ready, when we both are.” Her eyes softened, and for a moment, I thought she understood. But then she leaned into me, her lips finding mine again, and I realized I was powerless against her. I was hers, always had been, and tonight, I would give her whatever she asked for. As I kissed her again, I made a silent promise to myself: no matter where this night led us, I would do everything in my power to prove that I was worthy of her. This wasn’t just a fleeting moment—it was the beginning of everything I’d been waiting for. I surrendered to her completely, letting her take the lead as I navigated the delicate line between control and passion. Her hands roamed over me with a hunger that both exhilarated and broke me. This wasn’t just about the physical; this was the culm

"To the company," I instructed the driver curtly. The ride was silent, save for the low hum of the engine. My thoughts were my only companion, cycling between Kirsten’s tearful face, her whispered pleas, and the resolve I felt to make things right. The mere idea of Vincent’s name on her lips while she lay with me was enough to harden my expression further. Arriving at the company, I stepped out and adjusted my coat, taking in the towering glass facade of the building I had once called my second home. It felt surreal to be back after all these years, but this wasn’t a time for sentimentality. I walked through the grand entrance, my presence commanding attention as employees turned their heads, whispering among themselves. I barely registered their reactions as Robert approached, falling into step beside me. "Vincent has been notified of the meeting. He’s waiting for you in the conference room," Robert informed me, his voice steady. "Good," I replied, my tone firm. "I want privacy.

There was an aura about him that Vincent never had, one of power and authority. His sharp features were sculpted with precision, every line of his face seeming to demand attention. His eyes were dark and piercing, holding an intensity that made my stomach churn with nerves.God, why did he have to look so… divine? I struggled to find my voice, but no words came. I was completely disarmed, my usual composure shattered in an instant. His presence was overwhelming, and for the first time, I felt truly intimidated by a man. Not because he was threatening, but because he seemed to see right through me, like he could uncover every secret, every mistake I had ever made, just by looking into my eyes.His gaze was unwavering, locking onto mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. My throat felt dry, and my mind raced for something, anything, to say to break the silence. But the words wouldn’t come. I was utterly and completely at a loss, standing there like a fool as he continued to sta

“A mistake?” he repeated, his voice low. “Is that what you really think?” “Yes,” I said firmly, even as my heart betrayed me by pounding harder in my chest. “It was a mistake. And I don’t want anything to do with you.” For a moment, he didn’t respond. His gaze bore into mine, searching for something I wasn’t sure I could give. Then, to my surprise, he sighed and stepped back. “If that’s how you feel,” he said quietly, “then I’ll respect it. But I hope you’ll give me the chance to prove you wrong.” My voice failed me, caught somewhere between disbelief and panic. I stood there, frozen, unable to find the words to respond. Silence stretched between us like an unspoken tension I couldn’t bear to break. Finally, I managed to speak, though my voice came out quieter than I intended. “I... I have a boyfriend, you see,” I stammered, hoping to put some distance between us with those words. He nodded, his expression unreadable. “I know.” My eyes snapped back to his face, wide with shock.

“But while you’re thinking, I’ll make sure you see the truth for what it is. I’ll let you see your man doing the dirty things he hides so well behind your back.” His words sent a jolt through me, my heart pounding in my chest. “What... what do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling. “I’ll give you proof,” he remarked, his tone cutting but steady, as if it was a promise he fully intended to keep. Before I could say anything else, he turned and walked toward the door. The click of his shoes echoed in the silence of the room, each step a reminder of the whirlwind he had just unleashed on my already chaotic life. He paused at the doorway, glancing back at me with a faint smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “You deserve to know the truth, Kirsten. Even if it hurts.” And with that, he left, the door closing softly behind him, leaving me alone with a storm of questions swirling in my mind. I sank into my chair, my thoughts racing. What was he talking about? What proof could he possibly h