All Chapters of Stuck between the billionaires: Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

Lucas’ gaze fixed intently on Phoebe as she stared out of the Limo’s window into the darkness. Her hair fell down her shoulders, stopping a few inches away from the strapless blue bodycon gown he’d gotten her for the evening. All through the dinner, he had been restless. His brain had gone foggy, feeding him with images of her fair luscious ass porking out from his T-shirt from the night before. He’d wished more than a hundred times to have her for food instead and when he couldn't take the torture anymore, he had suggested they left home early. “You’re staring again,” Phoebe murmurred, not looking at him. A strand of her hair fell on her face but before he could reach lift his finger, she tugged it back into place. Nursing his loss, he rested back on the plush chair. “Hmm,” A smile graced his features as he took a sip from the wine. “Yes, because you look beautiful. Just like our wedding night.”Her eyes flicked to him, amusement lingering within her orbs.“You’ve said this a hu

Phoebe lay on the bed, her long brown hair scattering over the pillow as little snores erupted from her lips. Beside her was Lucas, seated at the edge of the bed, his hands pressed together and his eyes glued to their golden bedroom door. A scowl marred his face as It'd been five days since their dinner and Ivan had refused to talk to him. He'd tried everything_New toys, ice cream for dinner, endless bedtime stories, all in an attempt to pacify him but it had all proven abortive. Unlike the way the toddler would bombard him with questions and other rubbish about his day, he’d become too quiet, hardly leaving his room no matter what he did.“What had changed?” Lucas murmured, his heart knotting in pain. He’d told Phoebe about it and they had tried everything to get answers from the toddler but he would say anything but would just remain calm. Lucas stood and walked to the window. He pulled out his phone and dialled a number. The line rang for a minute and then it was forwarded to vo

Phoebe squinted her eyes as she walked towards him and slowly, a smile formed on her lips as recognition hit her. “Wait…you’re the guy from the store. My fan who….” “Bumped into you and almost un_alived you,” Liam interrupted, smiling awkwardly. “Yeah, that guy.” She laughed, her eyes darting towards the car to see there was no real damage, just a scratch. But then, a small crease tainted her features. “Just like I almost did now.” “We’ll both live. It’s nothing serious. “Looks like your car loves mine so much,” he added, laughing at his own jokes as he pushed his hair away from his face. She chuckled. A minute passed between them as Phoebe took in his appearance. His hair, unlike the last time she saw him was tousled like he’d ran a hand through it countless times, giving off a causal vibe. He was also dressed in a plain white T shirt and tailored black slacks. Does he know about the picture? She wondered as she parted her lips, wanting to ask but no words came out. On sec

“Trevor, It's Marcy. Listen…I don't have much time. You have to prepare yourself for the meeting. Three days from today,” Marcy’s electronic voice echoed through the room as soon as he picked up. Dropping the glass of scotch on the table, Trevor steadied the phone on his ear as he adjusted on his bed. His brows furrowed, the sharp edge of something ugly crawling into his expression. Was she being serious right now? He wondered inwardly as his face contorted more. Anger boiled within him and he shut his eyes, taking deep breaths to reduce how his chest tightened. It’d been a week since they’d decided to hire Liam to aid them in soiling Lucas’s and Phoebe’s marriage but all that while, Trevor hadn't heard anything from either her or Mrs. Cory. He’d tried their numbers to no avail and no day passed by without him thinking of a thousand things that must have gone wrong. More than a dozen times, he’d made mental notes to travel back to New York to see things for himself but he’d never