All Chapters of Tempting A Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Stacey Stepping out of the elevator, I glance around before heading left down the corridor. The echo of my high heels on the marble floor accompanies me as I confidently stride, my figure accentuated by the tight dress and my hair cascading in loose curls. As I walk through the empty corridor of the exclusive fifty-seventh floor, reserved for the wealthy who have booked the entire level, I come across a security guard stationed in one corner. His gaze follows me as I make my way towards him. Clearing his throat, he addresses me, "Mrs. Williams..." but his voice falters, and I notice the color draining from his face. Despite my escalating anger, I remind myself to maintain composure and not lash out at the security guard. That's not what ladies from rich societies do."Is Mr. Williams inside?" I inquire while standing outside the penthouse door, anticipating his response. However, he stutters, fueling my growing skepticism. "Uh, I -" Before he can continue, I raise my hand, signaling

Stacey "So, what do you suggest now, Mr. Black?" I inquire, sitting in a luxurious coffee shop with my lawyer as he carefully sips his martini. He advises, "Well, Mrs. Williams, I recommend filing for divorce and ensuring that inheritance matters are clarified from the start." I pause, anticipating Tyler Williams' reaction."Do you think this is going to work?" I question my lawyer, who nods confidently, "Yes, of course. Don't worry, I'll prepare the legal documents and send them your way." He excuses himself, leaving me alone as I order a drink. Suddenly, a man approaches and takes a seat across from me, occupying the spot where my lawyer was seated."Hello, Mrs. Williams," he greets me politely, and I nod in acknowledgment, reaching into my purse to grab the check before tossing it into his hand. "Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Ryan. Just remember, you still need to gather the evidence as the case is being filed, and I intend to win this case." After meeting with my lawyer and

Stacey “What else do you know?” Now that my words have caught his attention, he leans forward, his piercing blue eyes remaining on me. I take a moment before I finally reveal everything to him. However, he doesn't feel convinced, and he remarks, pointing out my married life. “It's not nice to complain about your husband, Mrs Williams. I can understand your frustration with him -” Realising that this man might be of no use and he is accusing me of being a bad wife, I get back on my feet and exclaim, “I am not here to listen to your free advice, Mr…” I pause, not knowing his name. Then he speaks calmly, introducing himself, “Juan…” he continues with the same calmness. “Juan Martinez,” I say nothing in return but tilt my head once before I turn, intending to leave at once. “Stacey!” His voice calls me and I am paused in my tracks. My eyes are wide with astonishment, and my heart swells in my chest. No one has ever called my name like this. Something is happening to me, perhaps I feel

Stacey Seated across the bar with my girlfriends, I am lost in my thoughts, absently clutching the glass of my cocktail. As I snap back to reality, I notice a random couple at a nearby table engaged in a prolonged kiss, and the realization that I have been staring at them nudges at the back of my mind. That's very rude of me. I let out a deep sigh, taking in my surroundings. The loud, buzzing music is scratching on my eardrums, and the loud chatter of the club-goers makes me long to escape. While Rose and the girls seem to be having a great time, I find myself simply waiting for the moment to leave. "Let's get drunk tonight!" Meg exclaims, chugging her drink in one go.My friends are trying to lift my spirits, thinking that I desperately need it. They believe that going through a divorce is something I can't handle. But for me, this detachment is my way of coping until I can finally move past it. What truly troubles me is how Tyler was so disgraceful as to raise his hand against me.

Stacey Feeling his fingers brushing against my dress, a shiver runs down my spine as he gently takes the fabric upwards, and I feel his touch towards my inner thighs. My breath hitches, and I find myself speechless, unable to form any words as he leans his weight onto me. His face, so close to mine, is barely inches away from my ear, his warm breath sending a tingling sensation down my neck.In a soft, almost whispered tone, he utters those words that send a rush of conflicting emotions through me, "Or have you forgotten about our precious time last night?" My heart races as memories of the intimate moments we shared flood my mind, a mix of desire and uncertainty swirling within me.As I gulp nervously, his presence feels both comforting and electrifying, his closeness stirring up a whirlwind of emotions. I still remember he was so gentle, yet his thrusts were filled with dominance as if he owned me completely, and for the first time after so long, I felt that my sexual cravings were