Semua Bab PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The door opened immediately after they left, and I paused. Could that be Lay? Was he coming back for me? My heart leapt at the thought. He was way too in love with me to leave me like this, wasn’t he? I jumped to my feet, hastily wiping my tears, only to be met with Andra’s voice. “Girl, your husband is fineeeeee!” she called out, her tone teasing as she stepped inside. She tossed her purse onto the couch and made her way to the kitchen, her heels clicking against the floor. “And is it just me, or did Lay look different this morning? I bet marriage sex hits different,” she added with a chuckle, her laughter filling the room. But her laughter faded as she took in the sight of me—the broken glasses on the floor, the spilled juice staining the carpet, and me, standing there with red, puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. “OMG, are you okay?” she asked, her expression softening as she carefully stepped around the broken glass to get to me. I shook my head, unable to respond, fresh tears

"Seriously, stop fussing with your robe. It's starting to get annoying," Andra said, swatting my hands away from the gray robe I was nervously clutching. I had been scrunching it tighter around my body, as if it could shield me from whatever madness she had dragged me into this time.I glanced at her, my eyes narrowing. She was wearing the same robe, but somehow, she made it look like high fashion. Her black heels clicked confidently against the floor, her hair styled in a sleek high ponytail, and her brown eyes gleaming with determination. She looked stunning, as usual, while I felt like a lost puppy trailing behind her."Where are we?" I muttered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our footsteps echoing in the dimly lit underground passage. I had no idea where we were headed, but the two burly men following us—who looked like they’d been plucked straight out of a mob movie—didn’t exactly ease my nerves."We’re almost there," Andra cooed, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.

My fingers moved to unbutton his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his lips skillful, intoxicating. He followed my lead, shrugging off the fabric, and my breath hitched as I took in the sight of him-his chiseled chest, his sculpted abs, the ink marking his skin in a way that screamed dominance. A moan escaped me as his mouth found my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. My hands trembled as I reached for his belt, my movements clumsy with need. His arousal pressed against my stomach, thick and insistent, but before I could go further, his hands caught mine mid-motion. He pulled away slightly, his breath warm against my ear. His gray eyes, now dark with lust, held me captive. "You're not ready yet, mon chéri," he murmured, his deep French accent thick with want. My pulse skittered. "Tonight, let me worship you." His hand slipped between my thighs, My breath hitched as he pushed it aside, the pads of his fingers gliding through my slick folds. "You're dripping for me." "Pleas

I tossed a bag of apples into the cart and exhaled, rubbing my temple. The store’s fluorescent lights were unbearable today, slicing through my skull like a blade. My head throbbed, a dull ache that had been my constant companion since last night. The grocery list in my hand felt heavier than it should, each item a reminder of the endless demands waiting for me at home. My phone buzzed. I pulled it out, expecting Andra, but instead, it was Layden.L: Did you get the groceries?I sighed and typed back.J: Yes.Another buzz.L: Get more steak. Mom prefers it medium-rare.I clenched my jaw. Of course. Anything else, Master?Before I could type something passive-aggressive, I turned the aisle—And nearly rammed my cart into someone else’s.A surprised gasp left me as I took a step back. “Oh, I’m so—” My words caught in my throat when I met familiar brown eyes.A stunned pause stretched between us before the woman in front of me broke into a bright smile. “Jan?”I blinked, my brain scrambli

I followed him upstairs, my heartbeat loud in my ears.He was already in the bedroom, peeling off his damp shirt, the fabric clinging before sliding down his arms. His back muscles tensed, his movements precise, practiced. Like he wasn’t just undressing but shedding the weight of whatever this was between us.I hesitated at the door, my fingers curling around the frame. “Layden.”He didn’t turn. Just unbuckled his watch and set it on the dresser.I swallowed hard and stepped closer. “I’m sorry about last night. It was stupid of me.”His shoulders stiffened—just a flicker, barely noticeable—before he exhaled and reached for a fresh towel. “It’s okay, Jan.” His voice was even.I stared at him, at the way he avoided my gaze, at the invisible wall that had been there for months, thickening with every silent night, every turned cheek.“Lay…” My voice was quieter this time, careful. I reached out, my fingers grazing his shoulder.Just for a second. Just long enough for me to feel the tensio