Semua Bab Your Lips to Mine #5: The Billionaire's Heart on Trial: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The early days of our partnership were a blur of meetings, emails, and decisions. Every moment was filled with the frantic energy of trying to pull Dominic’s company from the edge of disaster, and at the same time, trying to find my footing in this strange new role I had taken on. It wasn’t easy. I’ve spent my whole life as an independent entity. My career had always been about protecting others, advising clients, never relying on anyone else. I never had to play a team sport, and now, here I was, part of something much bigger than just me. Dominic and I had a rhythm at first—he would throw out an idea, I’d dissect it, we’d discuss the possible outcomes, and we’d move on. It was efficient. But as the days passed, I began to feel something stirring beneath the surface. There were moments of sharp disagreement, unexpected silences, and the occasional frustration that would flare up between us. It wasn’t anything huge, but it was a reminder that we weren’t just partners in business; we

I should have known that things were too quiet. For weeks, Dominic and I had been working in sync, though we still kept some things separate—our professional lives intertwined, but our personal boundaries firmly in place. We’d started to build something real, something that felt solid for the first time in a long while. But I should have trusted that quiet voice in the back of my mind—the one that had whispered that nothing good lasts forever. It had been too calm, too perfect, and I should have known that storms always have a way of finding their way in. It was late in the afternoon when I was finishing up a meeting at my firm, my mind numb from the overload of legal jargon. My head felt like it was full of cotton, and I was longing for the peace that came with shutting it all off. My phone buzzed in my bag, and when I glanced down at the screen, Dominic’s name lit up, taking the edge off my irritation. Despite everything, a small part of me always welcomed hearing from him. It had

The office felt suffocating today. The air was thick with the kind of tension I couldn’t shake, no matter how many deep breaths I took or how much I tried to focus on the spreadsheets in front of me. I had to admit, the pressure was getting to me. The constant threat from Gregory Pierce’s aggressive tactics was wearing me thin, and the strain in my partnership with Dominic was becoming impossible to ignore. It started subtly at first. Small miscommunications, things that should have been quick to fix but somehow kept spiraling into bigger issues. We disagreed on strategy—often. There were moments when we both spoke over each other in meetings, the words flying, each of us trying to assert our own approach to solving this problem. But today... today felt different. It was like the gap between us had widened. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I looked at the figures on the screen again. I felt like I was chasing shadows, trying to predict Gregory’s next move when I coul

The hours were getting longer, the stakes higher, and the pressure—well, that seemed to be increasing with every passing minute. The day Dominic's father had walked into our office, offering his help, had marked a pivotal shift. But now, I was starting to feel it—the weight of the decision to accept his offer, the ripple effects of what this partnership could mean not just for Dominic's business, but for both of our futures. It wasn’t just about business anymore. It was about loyalty. About trust. And yes, about the undeniable chemistry that had been building between Dominic and me since the moment we first started working together. I could see it in the way he looked at me when the pressure hit its peak, the unsaid words that lingered between us when things went wrong and right. This partnership, this alliance, felt like something we were both navigating cautiously but with purpose. Every time he said he couldn’t do this without me, my heart would skip—because I knew that deep down,

It’s funny how much can change in a short amount of time. The first time I met Dominic’s parents, I was simply his lawyer, hired to navigate the legal complexities of his life. I remember how formal it felt, how professional—strictly business, no personal attachments, no emotions involved. I had been there to protect him, to help him, nothing more. That night had been about keeping a boundary between my role as his attorney and my growing curiosity about the man behind the business empire. But now, things were different. We were no longer just professional partners; we were lovers. And as Dominic and I drove toward his family’s estate for another dinner, the weight of what was to come hit me all over again. “You still okay?” Dominic’s voice broke through my thoughts. He reached over, his fingers brushing mine in a gesture that was both reassuring and comforting. I glanced at him, trying to mask the anxiety bubbling up inside me. “I think so. It’s just... different, you know?” Domi