All Chapters of The Billionaire's dirty secret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Benjamin.What did she mean by they're at my door? How the fuck did she even get into town and I didn't know about it? This was a part of my sister I disliked, the spontaneity.If she had come alone, I would be thrilled that she had come to surprise me because honest to God, I missed her so much. But bringing an attaché? Her friend?I didn't care who this friend was because the last couple of times she had brought a ‘friend’ or had tried to fix me on blind dates, they hadn't turned out so well. Some of them were plain boring and obnoxious, allowing me to carry the entire conversation, but two of them had been remarkably intriguing.Not because I liked them but because of their character: they weren't bland, they were just different.The first intriguing one was a slob who filmed everything because she wanted to be as real as possible. I don't know how Anna managed to convince me to go on a date with her, maybe the fact she was pretty and had a nice body made the decision easier.I too

Benjamin “Don't embarrass yourself, pick up your towel and get the fuck out of my room.” My chest vibrated in anger. I scanned her body, she was good looking, I would admit it. Her curves were effortlessly slender, easily melting into her hips. Her breasts were perky, perfectly round and the nipples were like tiny buttons, erect buttons. Her torso was flat and sparse litter of hair led to a clean shaven pubis. She was just the type of girl I would have been crazy about, but right now, she repulsed me. Her desperation, her neediness, it made my stomach churn with disgust. “Don't you want this?” She dipped her finger into her lips, sucking the tiny digits before drawing a line in-between the clefts of her breast, dragging in along her mind region. I wanted to turn away but for some reason, I was transfixed on what she intended on doing. Her finger brushed past her pubis and tucked into her lips, pushing a finger in. I grimaced, bile bubbling in my throat. I dry-heaved, the feeli

Oliver. I pivoted to see Benjamin leaning against his door, his eyes fixed on me. There was an emotion swirling behind those orbs but it was difficult to ascertain what it was from this distance. Seeing him made my heart hit harder, the casual way he leaned against the door with his sleeves rolled to his arm, exposing the thick veins that serpentined his arm. He might be a douche, but God, he was beautiful. I sweeped my eyes away from his body, fixing them on his eyes where a smirk rested. I was still annoyed with him…livid even. He hadn't even apologized for the condescending way he spoke to me at the restaurant. I swallowed, turned toward the lady, “I have a date this evening so I would love to finish the work you have for me.” She eyed me, shrugged then pulled out stacks of files from underneath her desk. “The punishment isn't about completing the work, it's about work extra hours. Cancel whatever plans you have with Sebastian.” I huffed, stifling the words that threaten

OliverHe expertly fingered the buckle of my belt while his lips continued to attack my neck. I groaned, my head a mush of feelings. I wanted to push him away, fuck that, I needed to push him away. I hated this mindless control he had over my body, how my body willingly submitted to him to do what he wanted.“Ben, stop,” I moaned even though the words were becoming placid in my head. I didn’t want him to, I just wanted to know that I at least tried to do so. His fingers drummed the waist band of my underwear, rubbing the skin just above it.My stomach tightened as the feeling rocked my nerves, causing my dick to throb harder. He placed kisses along my jaw, hovering over my lips before kissing my nose. His eyes burned with lust and I was sure my eyes were not any different. My chest rose and fell, complementing his hot breath that fanned my entire face.“Do you really want me to stop?” He asked, his voice was laced with concerned. He pressed his lower half on me, his swollen cock align

Oliver.“How do I look?” I walked out of my room, stretching my hands wide and giving a gentle spin so my mom could keep up.She squealed, clapping her hands furiously, “you look beautiful! Sebastian will fall for you,” she placed her hands over her mouth, her eyes sparkling in awe.“You think?” I fingered the hem of my white shirt, a bit insecure about the entire outfit. It was definitely not what Sebastian would consider as okay, but it was the best that I had. I had been saving it for something special, for that one “thing” that would make me pull it from underneath the drawer where it had been iron-pressed and padded with a clean film.“I know, my baby,” she gasped in delight before gliding toward me and wrapping me in a firm hug. Tilting me from side to side as she squealed like a cheerleader.“Sorry, sorry,” she peeled herself off me, dusting my attire, “I don't want to get this all rumpled or stained before the big night,” she smiled again.I exhaled, “wish me luck,” I stated b