All Chapters of The Billionaire who doesn't love me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

WILLI moved back to look at her, and I saw desire pooled in her jade green eyes. Her lips are slightly parted, making her hot breath fan my face. The reflection from the TV shone on her flushed face, and the dim light bulb from somewhere in the living room did nothing to hide her lust. I moved closer to her face, brushing my lips against hers before looking at her, silently asking for permission. When I see she made no move to stop me, I close the distance between us and capture her lips with mine.Her lips are so soft and full and sweet. Never have I thought I would be saying something as cliche as ‘her lips taste heavenly.'’ They taste so good, and they're submissive, just the way I like it. I deepen the kiss, groaning as I feel blood rush to my dick when she moans into my mouth. I pulled her onto my lap, making her straddle me. I pulled her down on my erection, wrapping her hands around my neck.One of my hands cupped the back of her neck, pulling her flushed against my chest,

KIMI have a dream.I dream of blue eyes, masculine hands holding me up in the air and a deep, husky voice.The blue eyes were warm and the masculine hands held me with care. The voice, although deep and husky, was muffled. I dream again. I dream of earthquakes and shaking floors. I feel the hands petting me and the blue eyes warm with assurance. I dream of a wet towel cleaning my body and big hands handling me with care.Then I dream of the sea and beaches. The air was cold and smelled of salt. The sound of water lapping on the shores was loud but calming. I hear Dolphin calls, whales cry and seagulls. I wonder if everyone's journey to heaven was accompanied by blue eyes, masculine hands, an earthquake and beaches.I must have died, haven't I?The loud crash of waves against the shore was the first thing I heard. I note that my eyes are still firmly shut but my consciousness is back. I feel the warm, soft surface beneath my back, the grating, familiar sound of a humidifier close

GIOVANNI My grip on the phone tightens as I listen to Rossi Giving reports. “What did you just say?” I ask, my teeth clenching and veins popping. “Mrs Kim Danielson was kidnapped by Jake, but she was rescued by Nathan Pearce. Right now, we still don't know their whereabouts” Rossi Recount. I feel all the air leaves my lungs and is replaced by imminent rage. I don't know if it was because Kim was kidnapped and I didn't know or it was because Nathan was the one who had saved her instead of me.I don't like Nathan touching what's mine.I pace the space between my office desk and the floor-to-ceiling window of my penthouse, feeling my anger rising by the minute. “How dare that Motherfucker kidnapped kim” I gowl into the phone. “Was she hurt?”“No boss. Our source did not confirm any accident. But it was reported that there was a gunshot after Nathan went in.” “Then was Nathan hurt? Any casualty?” Of course, I'm not worried about Nathan. I just needed information about how it went dow

KIMI groaned as the sunlight hit me without warning, waking me from my deep slumber. I rolled and buried my face into the pillow, not wanting to stand up. Memories of yesterday flood into my mind, making me scared of opening my eyes. What if I opened my eyes and found myself in my room at the penthouse? What if everything that has been happening is a dream? What if the declaration of love we gave each other never happened?I'm scared. I don't want to wake up from that dream.After the heated emotional scene yesterday, I slowly slipped into sleep while Nathan was still holding me. I vaguely remember our conversation. …….~.......~.......~.......FLASHBACK.......~.......~.......~.......“Do you really not hate me?” Nathan asked, his thumb kept circling the small of my back.I pulled back a little so I could look at his face. His face was red and his eyes swollen. My emotionless husband has dismantled his emotional barrier. “I never hate you, Nathan” “But I neglected you in our marr

JEFFI pinched the bridge of my nose as I tossed my glasses on the table. I can't believe Mr Pearce subjected this to me. It's worse than I ever imagined. I have been going through every file together with the trusted employee that Mr Pearce asked me to gather, and so far, it's a dead end.“Maybe we should check again, Mr Robert?” Lukas, one of the strategic planning team, suggested. “I'm certain what we're looking for is not here. Perhaps we should report back to Mr Pearce?” Lucy from Finance said.She's right. I have a feeling that what we're looking for isn't here. Or perhaps there's an angle we're missing. I heave a frustrating sigh as I push my chair backwards. “Let's take a coffee break,” I inform them and walk away towards the break room.I'm sceptical about calling Mr Pearce. If I let him know that we couldn't find anything, I'm afraid he will abandon his vacation and fly over to take control. That's something I don't want.He has been suffering for a long while now, focusi