All Chapters of The Billionaire's dirty secret: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Benjamin “You come to me after you’re done with your wife,” he scoffed and flung his face, detaching himself from my lips. I pulled away too, angling my face just a tad bit to read the expression on his face, he looked...serious. “My wife?” I asked for clarity. Was he referring to Veronica? She wasn’t my wife in the true sense, at least not for the next few hours. “Tell me you didn’t have sex with her in the office,” he spoke again. Was he jealous? The thought made me smirk and lean in closer to him again. “Are you jealous?” I taunted him. He darted in my direction, his brows furrowed like an angry bird, his lips pursed in annoyance. “Jealous!? You’re fucking cheating, why won’t I be jealous?” He snapped. Cheating? “I’m cheating? On whom?” I asked genuinely because last I checked, I was single. Oliver’s mouth hung open for a few seconds before he snapped it shut, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. He pressed his hands to my chest and pushed me away from him. Fuck, did

Oliver“Come on, come on, come on!” I muttered restlessly as I watched the elevator climb slowly. The bell dinged, and the doors opened. I ran through the doors into the room.“Benjamin? Benjamin!?” I screamed into the dimly lit room. There was no sound. Fuck! He already left? I flung my gaze around the room, which served as the sitting room, and it was almost too difficult to see anything here. I should check the bedrooms upstairs. I rushed through the room as carefully and quickly as possible without bumping into any furniture.The big bedroom upstairs was equally dark, save for the light that spilled from the bathroom. Just as I caught the light, the sound of the rushing water registered. I sighed and moved toward the bathroom, pushing the door open.There was Benjamin, standing in the shower, the water cascading along his flawless body. Did he get bulkier? His chest looked bigger, and his ass? How is it that… I shook my head, trying to rid my mind of the images that had plagued it

BenjaminI knew I shouldn’t have lashed out on Oliver the way I did, but needed to learn to read the room. First, it was the not so subtle hand to the thigh when the pilots were just a few feet away from us. And he kept blabbering about Veronica. I understood the fact that he was in love with me and the fact that he wasn’t happy with this union, but it was for the greater good. At least, for me and my company.This wedding had to happen today. Whatever he had to say could wait till we were done. As soon as the helicopter hit the ground and the blades started to dull to a lazy spin, Oliver pressed his body against the door, trying to unlock it.“You have to wait for them to open it from the outside,” I spoke calmly but he continued to fiddle with it like he hadn’t heard me. I sighed and waited till the pilots descended and pulled the doors open. The contraption slid perfectly allowing Oliver to bulldoze past the men and speed walk into the venue.Did he even know where he was going? I

OliverI heard a ripple of gasps from the crowd and it made me wonder what I did that was so horrible. I was trying to save Benjamin from ruining his life with this mistake of a marriage. My eyes felt heavy as if an anchor was attached to my eyes lids and they were left to hang over board. “Young man, who are you?” The priest asked. I swallowed as I stared at the crowd who had their eyes fixed on me. I could smell them, they exuded this rich fragrance that I had only ever perceived on Benjamin. From the side of my eyes, I caught the large men closing in from the distance.Were they trying to ambush me? Did she send them to me? I gasped, did she know that I was on to her and she wanted to kill me as well. I knew it! I staggered quickly on the stained white sheets that was thrown on the grass path leading toward the couple.I followed the large footprints till my eyes landed on Benjamin. He stood, his face frozen in some kind of horror. His eyes enlarged and his lips almost parted. It

Oliver I stood, frozen in shock as he pulled me to himself. My eyes fluttered open as his head cradled into my neck, his nose buried into my skin. What was happening? I expected him to be mad, to go as far as hitting me to show his displeasure, but a hug? That was the least thing I expected him to do. “Thank you, Oli,” he breathed into my neck once more, his warm breath frolicking across my entire skin, causing ripples of goosebumps to emerge. I finally breathed out, letting the air I had been holding in for so long to escape. I wrapped my arm around him and leaned into his touch. This was nice: basking in the warmth of his embrace. But what was he thanking me for? He peeled himself from me, putting a bit of distance between us. “Why?” I asked finally. “Why what?” He shrugged. I rolled my eyes. He shouldn’t play dumb with me. “Why are you thanking me? I thought you’d be pissed, mad at me for stopping the wedding and thwarting your plans,” I egged him onto the reasons he should b