All Chapters of A Deal With The Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 32Rose’s POVI heard him getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom. At that point, I couldn't take it anymore. My eyes flew open, and I jumped out of the bed. I barely gave him the chance to react as I rushed towards him and grabbed the phone from him, eyes blazing.“What the—”“Are you nuts?” I asked angrily.All he did was blink in confusion. “Sorry?”“You heard me. Are you crazy?” I waved the phone in his face. “Really, Damien? You're trying to fuck someone over the phone? And right beside me? Have you no shame? Did you even consider the fact that it might get out and the internet would be filled with nasty headlines all centered on one thing: Damien Sterling caught being unfaithful to his fiancé? Did you even think at all? Or you let THAT do the thinking for you?” I pointed to the bulge in his shorts.For the next few seconds, none of us said anything, and my heavy breathing was the only audible thing in the room. Damien stood rooted to the spot, his gaze shiftin

CHAPTER 34 ROSE'S POV As soon as Damien started, I heard footsteps approaching. The kitchen doors swung open, and the maids strolled in like nothing was happening under the table. "Oh! Good morning, Miss Rose!" one of the maids chirped, completely oblivious to the absolute chaos happening beneath the counter. My breath hitched in my throat, my entire body locking up as I fought to stay still. "Miss Rose, are you alright?" the head chef asked, his head tilting slightly as if sensing something was off. I parted my lips to respond, to say something—anything—but the only sound that escaped was a choked, broken gasp. And of course, Damien chose that exact moment to go even harder, his tongue ruthless against me. A sharp cry caught in my throat, my fingers digging into the counter as I fought to keep my sanity. "Miss Rose?" The chef’s voice sounded distant, muffled by the roaring blood in my ears. "I—I’m—" I tried to say, but my words failed me, drowning under the intensity of what was

CHAPTER 36Rose’s POVThe drive to the campus was short and quiet. Damien wore a distant look the whole time, as if his mind was elsewhere. He tapped his fingers repeatedly on his legs, and I wondered what was going on in his head that made him so nervous. I considered asking him, then I decided against it.The venue for the outreach was the main hall of the school, and we were welcomed with eager applause and smiles on our arrival. It only took an hour and a few minutes for Damien to deliver his speech. Then he allowed a few questions, and when the whole thing ended, we received a louder and warmer applause.When we got back to the hotel, Damien settled in for a nap. While he was peacefully asleep, I took my phone and went out to the balcony, taking light steps to avoid waking him. Our room was on the fourth floor, affording me a good view of the area around us. The streets below were busy, with people and cars coming and going in all directions.Sitting on the only chair there, I enj

CHAPTER 38Rose’s POVI took the hand and accorded her with a smile as fake as the one she'd given me. “Believe me when I say it’s a pleasure to be here too.”“Splendid. Shall we get to it then?” She gestured towards the red sofa I was supposed to sit in, and she settled into a similar one across from me. Both chairs were positioned at an angle that still allowed us to look at the camera without having to turn our heads too much.At Dianne’s signal, the interview started. The first question hit me like a whirlwind.“Miss Sinclair, you've become quite the hot topic lately, particularly since the announcement of your sudden engagement to Mr. Sterling. What do you have to say about the speculations that your popularity can only be attributed to your association with the enigmatic Mr. Sterling and not your work as a journalist? Would you say your career started only when he came into the picture?”My throat went dry immediately, and I tightened my hands into fists in my lap. I stared at Di

CHAPTER 40Damien’s POVI heard her heels clicking on the marble floor as she walked away, her words echoing in my head as I headed up the stairs. A romantic vacation? I was starting to get the picture now. Whether it helped to boost our public ratings or not, I needed the vacation, and I was sure Rose would also love the idea. My phone vibrated as I was dropping my suitcase.I pulled it out and checked the screen. Reading the text on it, I couldn't help but smile. Tony Morrison. It had been a while.Grabbing my keys, I returned downstairs and headed out the door. Less than twenty minutes later, I arrived at the exotic bar he had mentioned in the text. Finding it had been no trouble at all, as it was a very popular bar.Tony was sitting alone, drinking from a bottle of bourbon. His side was turned to me, but his head shot up as soon as I walked into the bar. Smiling, he waved eagerly at me.“Damien,” he said with enthusiasm once I was within earshot. Rising to his feet, he spread his a