All Chapters of the billonaires secretary : Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

BiancaI wasn’t expecting to open the door and see a whole damn fantasy standing there.Trevor.Still shirtless, just like in the picture.Paint smudged across his chest and arms, drying unevenly like he got in a fight with an art studio. His jeans hung low on his hips, revealing that V-line he so proudly advertised.He didn’t say anything. Just leaned against the doorframe, all casual confidence, like this was totally normal.I still had Avery in my ear.“I’ll… call you back,” I mumbled and ended the call before she could squeal herself into another dimension.Trevor grinned. “Thought I’d deliver the art in person.”I folded my arms, trying to look unfazed. “So you just show up shirtless to everyone who texts you back?”“Only the ones who reply in lace.” His gaze dipped low, slow, appreciative. “Had to make sure you weren’t bluffing.”My skin buzzed. I felt the goosebumps slowly grow on my skin“Mind if I use your shower?” he asked, glancing down at the dried paint. “Pretty sure I’m

BiancaOhio greeted me with heat, noise, and the dull ache of knowing my vacation from reality was over.The flight back wasn’t long, but it felt heavy. I spent most of it with my cheek pressed to the window, earbuds in but nothing playing, just staring at the clouds and trying not to think about how quiet it had been when I left Dean’s apartment.He didn’t text. I didn’t either.Back in my apartment, everything looked the same half drunk wine bottle still on the kitchen counter, Lily’s toys scattered across the rug, my jacket tossed over the arm of the couch like I’d just stepped out for lunch instead of an emotional walk through New York. It should’ve felt like home. It mostly did. But something buzzed under my skin, like I’d left something important behind.Still, I had work the next morning and no time to spiral. So, I unpacked, took a long shower, and let myself shut it all down the feelings, the memories, the damn scent of his cologne that wouldn’t leave my skin even though I d

BiancaThe morning felt different. Not in some cosmic, the universe just shifted kind of way… just a subtle hum beneath my skin. Like I had my feet planted a little firmer on the ground. I got up early thirty minutes earlier than usual, actually and made myself some oatmeal and a smoothie not the usual cofee and bagels on the run , took my vitamins, fed Lily, all of that grown up crap. I didn’t reach for my phone first thing. Didn’t check if Dean had texted again. I just breathed. By the time I got to the office, the building felt more alive than it usually did on a Monday. Like the air was buzzing. It wasn’t until I stepped out of the elevator and walked toward my office that I started to feel it the eyes. Glances. Pauses in conversation. Whispers. Subtle, but unmistakable. I kept walking, ignoring the lump in my throat, pretending not to care until I got to my door and slipped inside like I was escaping something. I exhaled. Avery walked in a few minutes later, holding her i

BiancaIt had been a week. Seven days since that morning in Dean’s hotel room. We didn’t say much when I left that afternoon. I lingered longer than I meant to, finishing the fruit bowl he’d ordered and watching the light shift through the hotel windows like it was trying to tell me something. He didn’t try to hold me there. He didn’t ask me if I wanted to stay. He just kissed my forehead and told me to text him when I got home, and I did. Since then, everything had been… easy. Not awkward. Not overly romantic either. Just… steady. Regular check ins. A few teasing texts. One or two FaceTimes where we didn’t talk about anything important just exchanged smiles and shared random little stories about our week. But the one thing we hadn’t touched? That night. That morning. We were circling it like two people staring at the same closed door, pretending we didn’t want to open it first. So when HR called me in that morning, I wasn’t thinking about Dean. Not at all. I was thinking,