Semua Bab Falling For My Billionaire Revenge Daddy: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Roxy’s POVCatherine Bennett—my overbearing mother was always right. Every time she said I would get into trouble, I always did.I remember this one time when I was sixteen.There was this house party. Big one. Everyone was going. I wanted to go so bad. My mom said no, of course.“It’s a bad idea, Roxy,” she warned me. “You’ll end up in trouble. I can feel it.”But I didn’t listen.I waited until she fell asleep, changed out of my pajamas, and snuck out the window like some rebellious movie girl.The party was wild—music, lights, drinks I wasn’t supposed to touch. At first, I felt free. Cool. Like I finally belonged.Then the cops came.Someone called about the noise. People screamed, ran everywhere. I panicked. I tried to run too, but I tripped on the steps and scraped my knees. The cops caught me and called my mom.She showed up with Dad lin her robe and slippers. Silent the whole ride home. That was worse than yelling.When we got inside, she said one thing:“Didn’t I tell you?”Ye

Roxy’s POVThe moment I settled into my cubicle, my eyes automatically drifted toward Aaron West’s office.It was impossible not to.His desk, framed by the big glass wall, gave me a full, clear view of him.As always, Mr. Machine was buried in paperwork — head down, sleeves rolled up, all focus.I absently stuck a pencil between my teeth, chewing the end as my eyes shamelessly drank him in.Honestly, Aaron West in a white shirt should be illegal.About last night?Last night was... different.It was just the two of us. All night.No distractions. No Sarah. No rules.For one breathless second, it felt like something cracked open between us.Something real.Something dangerous.The silent stares when neither of us said a word.The way his hand brushed against mine when we both reached for the same folder.The way his voice dipped low when he said my name—Roxette—like it belonged to him.I felt it.And I know he did too.Because last night… he wasn’t that good at hiding it.When he insi

Roxy’s POV It felt like the longest day ever — between Aaron West and our new secret... arrangement — but tired or not, I had to show up. I had a date. Well... a hangout. With Nick. The evening breeze hit my face as I climbed up the bleachers. The stadium was pretty much empty, a few people scattered here and there. I spotted Nick right away, sitting on the third row, hunched over something in his lap. He wore a gray hoodie that looked a size too big, like he could get lost in it, but somehow it made him look even broader. His dark jeans were faded just right, and he had those classic white sneakers that always looked better a little dirty. When he saw me, he stood up quick, that big goofy grin lighting up his face. "Roxy Bennett, you came," he said, like he honestly didn’t believe I would. "Of course I did," I said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "I'm not in the habit of disappointing people twice." "Good for me, then," he smiled, and for a second, I forgot

Roxy’s POVWalking out of Aaron’s office, I could still feel his presence lingering—his scent, his intense gray eyes, and that commanding aura. Tonight, something was different; his eyes held a hint of vulnerability that was rare for him. I could almost believe there was a crack in his fortress of composure. Maybe it was the surprise or perhaps something deeper. I hoped it was more.I shook off the lingering effect of Aaron West as I stepped out into the evening air. There was Nick, leaning casually against his sleek black sports car. His dark hair was perfectly tousled, and he looked effortlessly handsome in dark jeans and a crisp white shirt. His intense gaze was locked on me, making me feel as if I were the only girl in the world.“What are you doing here, Nick?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as I walked toward him. His presence always stirred emotions I wasn’t ready to face.Nick’s lips curled into a half-smile, though his eyes revealed a hint of stress. “I finally stood

Roxy’s POVI was in the middle of work, buried in research, the last few days had been chaotic. Between school assignments and the firm, I barely had time to breathe, let alone eat. I hadn’t even seen Rosie in days, but thank God I had less than an hour left before I could get off work. My fingers danced across the keyboard, clicking furiously when my phone dinged, snapping me out of my trance.Shit! A message from Aaron’s number. His number was tattooed in my brain.**Meet me on the Tarmac now** The message said.Ever since that night with the coffee spill and my small black dress, it had been radio silence from his end, I hardly even got to see him at the firm, I would only catch a glimpse of him before he was gone again and now out of nowhere—a message.My nerves spiraled out of control. My eyes darted around the busy room, the strange sense of being watched—like a guilty child trying not to get caught. But wait, how did he get my number?— He’s your boss, Roxy. He must have looke