All Chapters of The Billionaire's dirty secret: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Benjamin I had to lie to him...again. He was too fragile to handle the truth of Felicia’s death. I didn’t want him to worry about what the repercussion of killing her would be. All I wanted him to do was focus, on what exactly? I wasn’t sure.But I wasn’t lying completely. Felicia didn’t have a child, and I was sure of it. I had run a complete background check on her before she was employed. I wanted to ensure the working hours that I could give her so she would not be missing out on family time. It turned out that she was more than happy to stay after hours because it felt lonely in her house, even with her fifty cats.So if she didn’t have a daughter, the main question was, who the fuck was claiming to be her daughter? I knew my Private Investigator was top notch and he would comb every strand of hair, shake every tree, till nothing was left on it. There is no way he would miss it.“Ben? What are you thinking about?” Oliver drew my attention. I snapped toward him, staring at him in

BenjaminI grabbed the steering wheel to distract me from Oliver’s restless legs that kept bouncing on his seat. He clamped hard on his fingernails, chewing relentlessly on the already short studs. His breathing was audible, even more distracting in the silent car. He leaned on the glass, scooting across the seat and then changed positions some minutes after.“Hey,” I grab his thigh, pressing it firmly to the floor, “you seem nervous, are you okay?” He snapped toward me, his eyes blown out like he had been caught stealing candy from the forbidden jar. He nodded quickly, too quickly for it to be the truth.I glanced back at the road, seeing it was clear, I swerved to the curb and parked the car.“What is it?” I asked, staring intently at him so he would get the message that we weren’t leaving until he came clean.“Nothing,” he said again, but his slanted posture, the forced smile and the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead even when the air conditioning was blasting intense

Oliver“Mom!” I jolted, pushing Benjamin away and pulling the sheets over my body.“Oh my eyes,” she screamed as she covered her eyes with her hands and exited the room.“Fuck, I’m sorry, she never does this,” I turned toward Benjamin who was casually laying, a smirk on his face.“It’s alright, that’s my sign to leave anyway, we have to work,” he said, stretching clumsily before pushing himself off the bed. The sheets rolled off him, revealing his perfectly shaped ass. With each step, the flesh jiggled a bit, luring me to touch it.“Stop staring at my ass, perv,” he teased as he bent over and yanked his underwear along his firm legs. I chuckled but I couldn’t shake the confusion of why he wasn’t bothered, my mother just caught us and that was one more person knowing about his sexuality.I sighed as I shuffled along the bed till I was closer to where he stood to dress.“She won’t tell anyone about this, I know it, so you don’t have to worry,” I tried to assuage the fear he must be feel

OliverI could taste the frigid salty that slipped between my lips as the rain cascaded along my cheek and into the slit of my mouth. Taking a step against the frigid wind and the torrent of rain felt like punishment, but wasn’t that what I deserved? Punishment for being stupid enough to fall in love with a closeted billionaire.Was he truly closeted? I mean his familiar knew now, wasn’t that all that mattered? If we could get them to accept us then fuck the world right?Listen to yourself, Oliver, he just fucking chased you out of the hospital and here you are, whining and making excuses for him.I hated that voice in my head, the voice of reason, I called it. Benjamin wasn’t in the right state of mind so I am sure he didn’t mean what he said. The rain whipped against the side of my face as I walked along the pavement. I didn’t feel like hailing a cab, I needed this.I wanted the cold to seep into my skin, to make me feel something other than the emotional turmoil I was passing throu

Benjamin This was all my fault. This was because I couldn’t control my primal desires, and I wanted to have my cake and eat it. Why couldn’t I see the effect that it was going to have on my mother? Why couldn’t I see that it would affect her health? Was I that self-absorbed and selfish, like they said?I sucked air through my teeth as I stared at her lying there. If I didn’t let my emotions get the better of me while we were on the phone, and I had maybe listened to her, then she wouldn’t be in this state. What if it was worse? What if she had...No, I couldn’t even think about what I would do.“Hey, Mom,” I stretched, grabbing her palm in mine. I ran my thumb along her skin, maybe to soothe the guilt I was feeling or something, but it made me feel more...calm.“I’m sorry, I put you here. I was just...angry,” I sighed, shaking my head. It was all meaningless now. “I should have heard you out, I should have listened to what you had to say,” I closed my eyes for a minute, letting the f