บททั้งหมดของ Surrendering to the Billionaire: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The night was far from over. Amelia had spent the last hour mingling with some of the most powerful people in the business world, yet her mind was tethered to only one, Adrian Black. Every glance, every smirk, every damn moment of tension between them gnawed at her like an unsolved mystery. Standing by the sleek marble bar, Amelia took a slow sip of her champagne, feeling the weight of Adrian’s gaze from across the room. He was speaking with a group of executives, his posture relaxed, but she knew better. Adrian was never just relaxed, he was always watching, always strategizing. And right now? He was focused on her. Her lips curled into a slow smirk. Two could play this game. 

Adrian's gaze raked over Amelia’s body, taking in the sight of her glistening skin and swollen lips. "You look good like this," he agreed, his voice rough with satisfaction. "But we're not done yet."He pulled away from her, his hands moving to unclasp her bra. She shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. He pushed her down onto the mattress, his weight pressing against her as he kissed a trail down her neck to her collarbone.His fingers dipped between her legs, teasing the sensitive flesh there. She could feel the heat of him, the hard length of him pressing against her entrance. Amelia squirmed beneath him, her hips thrusting up to meet his touch. His fingers were cold and wet, and she could feel herself growing more aroused by the second.Adrian chuckled against her skin, his fingers sliding deeper inside her. "You're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I love that you're mine."She arched he

The city was alive below them, a sea of shimmering lights stretching beyond the penthouse windows. The skyline was breathtaking, but Amelia barely noticed it. Her mind was consumed by one thought, one truth Adrian refused to share. Adrian had secrets — deep, buried truths that he refused to share. He knew her before they ever met. And now, she was done waiting for answers. She set her wine glass down, turning toward Adrian, who was seated across from her, his storm gray eyes flickering over the rim of his own drink. He was watching her, the way he always did like he was reading her thoughts before she even spoke them. She hated how much he owned her, not just in bed, but in every single way that mattered. "Are

The city stretched beneath Amelia like an endless sea of lights, but she barely noticed. She stood by Sarah’s apartment window, arms wrapped around herself, as she stared at the city through the rain-streaked window, her fingers curled around a cup of tea she hadn’t touched. Her thoughts had become an exhausting cycle of questions, ones she wasn’t sure she wanted the answers to. The walls of Sarah’s apartment closed in around Amelia like a cage. It had been three days since she walked away from Adrian, but the weight of him still pressed against her, a phantom she couldn’t escape, she still felt like she was suffocating under his presence. Why had Adrian waited so long to tell her the truth? Had he ever actually planned to tell her at all?

Amelia didn’t sleep. She lay in the guest bed at Sarah’s apartment, staring at the ceiling as the city buzzed faintly outside. The sheets felt wrong, too crisp. The room was too quiet, too unfamiliar. Everything about it screamed temporary. She had walked away from Adrian. She had chosen to leave. So why did it feel like she had only left a part of herself behind? No matter how far Amelia ran, no matter how much distance she put between them, she was never really free of Adrian Black. He was everywhere. In her head. In her skin. In her fucking soul. The realization struck her like a slow,