Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Sunshine : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Lillium Roosevelt "Good," he said, the word crisp, final. We stood there in the stillness of that opulent room, neither of us moving. Sunlight, fractured by the beveled glass of the towering windows, painted shifting patterns on the Persian rug. The air, perfumed with the subtle scent of antique leather and something indefinably expensive, felt suddenly thin. His eyes remained locked on mine, unwavering, unblinking—like he was daring me to flinch, to look away first. I didn’t. Something passed between us in that moment—thick and wordless. It wasn’t dominance, not exactly. It wasn’t desire either. It was something heavier, quieter. An understanding that whatever line had existed between us was gone now, vaporized by the ink still drying on the contract. And yet… neither of us moved. The weight of the commitment I had just made settled on my shoulders, pressing down with the force of a physical burden. The spra

Adam LewistonThe hum of conversation died the moment I sat down. It was a palpable thing, the sudden hush, like a physical wave washing over the room.Twelve chairs lined the conference table—modern, high-backed, obsidian leather. But only one truly mattered: the one at the center. Mine. It wasn't just the position; it was the ingrained understanding of power, of who held the cards, that made it so significant. I settled back, the cool leather conforming to my frame, and allowed the silence to stretch, to amplify the tension.The room was glass-walled and sky-high, overlooking the city like it was something I already owned. Which, in many ways, it was. The panoramic view – a glittering tapestry of skyscrapers, bustling streets, and the distant glint of the river – usually served as a source of quiet pride. But today, the view didn’t distract me. It reminded everyone else who they were speaking to. A single glance out the window was a subtle, yet potent, s

Adam LewistonThe scent of disinfectant still clung to my skin. We had just left the pediatric ward—photographs taken, hands shaken, eyes met with quiet assurance. The press had been kept in line. No dramatics. Just measured smiles and controlled generosity. The foundation, after all, was built on hope, and hope was best served with a perfectly curated image.Now, the echo of our footsteps followed us through the sterile halls of the adult wing, where real sickness lived. Not the smiling children with shaved heads and paint-stained fingers—but the silence, the slow breathing, the grief that no campaign could soften. Here, hope wasn't a banner, but a fragile, flickering candle.James walked beside me, alert as always, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the faded scrubs of the overworked nurses. Ms. Chavez followed a pace behind, stylus in hand, eyes never straying far from her screen, meticulously documenting every interaction, every utterance for the ev

Lillium Roosevelt"Did you have a nice visit?"The words were quiet.Too quiet.And yet they hit like a strike to the chest. My carefully constructed facade crumbled, the lies I'd been weaving for weeks unraveling with terrifying speed.I stood frozen in place, watching his back. He was silhouetted against the moonlight filtering through the leaded glass windows, a dark, imposing figure. Every breath suddenly too loud in my own ears, a frantic drumbeat against the oppressive stillness.He knew.He definitely knew. The subtle shift in his posture, the deliberate pause before speaking, the very air around him crackled with a knowledge that pierced my carefully constructed defenses.But I couldn’t speak. My throat had gone dry, the words I desperately needed to form trapped and useless. I'd rehearsed this moment a hundred times in my head, imagined pleading, explaining, even lying. But now, faced with the reality o

Lillium Roosevelt My eyes were still blindfolded, my wrists tied behind my back as I bent over the couch, my cheek pressed against the soft foam. My ass was on fire, each thrust from behind stinging yet sending jolts of forbidden pleasure through my body. I could smell the musky scent of semen clinging to our skin now after three intense rounds. My cock was still rock hard, leaking precum and throbbing with need. I'd never experienced anything like this before. As a virgin, the initial penetration had been painful and scary. But the way Adam made me feel, the way he moved his hips and groaned in ecstasy as he fucked me, it was awakening something primal deep inside me. Part of me was exhausted, my body aching and begging for rest. But a bigger part of me craved more, not wanting him to stop until we were both completely spent. I couldn't see Adam's face, but I could hear his labored breathing, feel his huge cock throbbing against my tender insides with each deep thrust. "You want t