All Chapters of The Billionaire's dirty secret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Oliver.I watched his image behind the door, the way it moved toward his seat, unbothered by the words he had just hurled at me. Watching him slam the door in my face when all I wanted to do was help, struck a chord in my heart. How was I supposed to get him anything when he wouldn’t even look at me?If I had known he was coming to work today, I would have gotten the item and kept it for him. Maybe that would have softened the anger? Was he angry at me, or was he transferring aggression? I had done nothing wrong; I had only supported him and tried to help him.I sighed, pivoting toward my seat and crashing on it, I didn’t even have the time to thank him for what he had done earlier today...or yesterday. I needed to tell him that it had pulled through, but how was I supposed to enter there again when he had lashed out at me?What should I even get him? He doesn’t look like he has eaten anything at all, maybe food? Or clothes? Can I afford his clothes? I pushed my seat back, shuffling a

OliverHow do rag dolls feel? Or how does a dog’s chew toy feel after it has been played with all day? However they feel, I know I feel it too. My entire body aches, each shift painful.“Fuck,” I muttered as I tried to shift. It felt like my head was the bass drum for an angry metal music lover. Why did I drink so much?I winced as I moved, only to be stopped. I scrunched my brows, begging my eyes to part. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open. It was quite dark, and I was grateful that the draperies had been drawn to shield the light.Draperies? I didn’t have blue draperies… nor did I have a vase shaped like David’s statue… or that fruit bowl.Where the fuck am I?I groaned as I tried to move again.“No,” I heard a whisper behind me, and my eyes bulged out.Who the fuck is that?I scooted away, my head thumping and my eyes heavy. I angled my head and saw—“William?” I jerked away in shock.Why the fuck are we in the same bed, and why does it look like...I lifted the sheets. I was stark nak

Oliver“Here, here!” I yelled, causing the driver to screech to a halt in front of the office. I shoved the money to his chest before pushing the door open and sprinting into the office. I knew I looked like a mess: fucking bed hair, dimpled clothes, and the cord that kept dangling with each step I put forward.“Get the fuck out of my way!” I screamed at the duo that walked as if they were on the fucking runway. Twenty-two hours—that was all I had left. I needed to make the most of it. I didn’t know if Benjamin was in the office; I didn’t even know if I wanted to see him.Seeing him would mean I would have to talk to him without revealing what was happening. How was I going to get the safe code from him if I didn’t tell him what was happening? I shoved myself into the elevator, tapping the button rapidly.“Hold it!” someone screamed, but I didn’t give two fucks. Come on, come on! The elevator ride was slow—too slow. I didn’t have all the time in the world to sway to the boring elevato

Oliver“What happened?” Veronica’s voice pierced through the speakers. I couldn’t believe my eyes... or my ears. I failed. It felt like I had become rock solid, sealed to the ground like a statue. What was I going to do? Wait for two days!?“Well, it seems like you’re out of luck, buddy.” She smacked her lips, a sound of indignation. I snapped out of my state, clutching the phone tight and pressing it to my face.“Veronica, please, I’ll get the documents, okay? I’ll find the passcode, and I swear no one will know! Please, don’t hurt my family!” The waterworks had begun to fall freely, unrestrained. I didn’t care how I looked or how it looked—I needed to ensure my family was safe.“Well, that wasn’t the deal, sweetheart. You were to get the documents to me in the next twenty-four hours, or their brain matter would mix with the dust on the floor.”I heaved, my muscles tightening in fear. I couldn’t imagine my world without them. How would I survive if they died? How would I live with my

BenjaminI winced as I tried to guide her head further. She swallowed my dick, her tongue wrapping around the base and running along the underside. She was doing everything right—I mean, everything she was supposed to be doing—but it just didn’t feel... right. She hummed, sending ripples across my nerves, but it didn’t tighten my core or make me want to fuck her mouth like I would have if it was Oliver.I hissed. I needed to get him out of my system. That was why I was here in the first place, in a bar, getting head from a waitress who had been eye-fucking me all night. I assumed I just needed to burst a nut, something to keep my dopamine levels pumping. I needed a fog to blur the lines of reality and utopia.Reality was cruel; in reality, Oliver existed. But in the utopia I sought, I didn’t have to be bothered by my mother’s choices. Fuck, even in my utopia, he still existed. I felt a gentle tap on my thigh and that’s when I realised she was still on her knees.I looked down and she