Semua Bab A Deal With The Ruthless Billionaire: Bab 11 - Bab 20

KINGSLEYI leaned back in my chair, studying her as she stood in front of me, fire in her eyes and defiance in her stance. “Conditions?” I arched an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. Women rarely dictated terms to me, and certainly not in situations like this. I wanted to hear her out, just to amuse myself.“Yes,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite the obvious tension in the air. “This arrangement whatever you want to call it stays strictly no-strings-attached. This is about convenience, nothing more.”A flicker of amusement crossed my mind, though I kept my face unreadable. She was trying so hard to maintain control, to set boundaries, as if she had any power here. Still, I allowed her to speak, tilting my head slightly in encouragement for her.“And why is that?” I asked, keeping my tone light, as if we were discussing something mundane.Her hesitation was telling, the briefest flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “Because I don’t mix emotions with… anything like this.” She li

ELAINEThe soft chime of the bell sliced through the hum of my office, making me jump slightly and my fingers halting over the keyboard of the desktop. The bell signalled Kingsley, summoning me to his office.For what? I do not know. It wasn’t the first time Kingsley had summoned me like this, but it never failed to send a jolt of awareness through me.I exhaled sharply, setting aside the stack of papers I’d been pouring over for the last hour. My hands brushed down the front of my blouse as I stood, more out of reflex than necessity. Relax, Elaine. I told myself, but my heart was already racing against my ribs like a damn drumline.The walk to his office felt longer than it should have, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floors as I made my way past the rows of desks and muted conversations. I could feel the weight of anticipation pressing down on me with every step. My mind spiralled. What does he want now? More paperwork? Another meeting scheduled? Or… something

KINGSLEYThe city skyline stretched out beyond the glass walls of my penthouse, glittering with lights against the dark canvas of night. It was well past midnight, yet sleep eluded me. I sat on the edge of my bed, shirtless, the cool air from the window brushing over my skin. My fingers raked through my hair as I exhaled sharply, trying to let my mind into silence. It was impossible.Elaine.She was all I could think about. Her scent, her defiance, the way her cheeks flushed when she was embarrassed or aroused. Every detail about her was burned into my brain, and it was driving me fucking insane.This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to dominate my thoughts this way.I was supposed to be the one in control. My gaze drifted to the corner of the room, where a small frame sat on a shelf. Amanda. My late wife’s face stared back at me, her warm smile frozen in time. A familiar pang of guilt clawed at my chest.I stood and walked toward the frame, my bare feet silent ag

ELAINEMy hands instinctively reached out, gripping the front of his shirt as if holding on to him would steady me.His body pressed harder against mine, pinning me to the desk as his hands moved to my waist, fingers digging into my curves as though he couldn’t get enough. I gasped into his mouth when his thigh slid between mine, pressing directly against the soaked lace of my panties. The firm pressure against my core sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through me, and instinct took over as I began grinding shamelessly against him.Kingsley chuckled darkly, his lips grazing my ear. “Look at you, so needy,” he growled. “Does this get you off, Elaine? Rubbing yourself all over me like this?”“Shut up,” I shot back breathlessly, my voice uneven as I ground harder against him, the friction only heightening the throbbing ache inside me. His laughter deepened, and his hands roamed, gripping my hips and guiding my movements to press harder against his thigh. I gasped. His hands slid

ELAINEThe stupid printer jammed again. I glared at it, the blinking red light mocking me. It was the third time this week, and frankly, I was done. With a frustrated groan, I hit the side of the machine harder than necessary, kicking it for good measure. "Having trouble there?" I turned sharply to see a man standing a few feet away, leaning casually against the doorframe. He was tall, with sharp cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that sparkled with amusement. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and the fitted navy suit he wore clung to his broad shoulders and trim waist like it was tailor-made just for him because it probably was. "And who are you supposed to be, the printer whisperer?" I snapped, feeling a flush creep up my neck at being caught mid-tantrum. He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Maybe,” he said, bobbing his head to the side. “Or maybe I just didn’t want to miss the show." I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the small smirk that