Todos los capítulos de HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance): Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Meadow’s POV“Hi. I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.”The receptionist raised her gaze to look at me, and then she jerked back slightly, eyes raking over me from top to bottom. Her deep red-colored lips were pulled down in a sneer.“You’re kidding, right?” she scoffed, turning to the lady beside her who had a similar expression on her face.I blinked, frowning. “Excuse me?”The receptionists exchanged another look that made my skin crawl. What the hell was wrong with them? All I wanted to do was get the keys to my room and wait for my fiance, Tyler.We were getting married in a few hours. It was going to be a private ceremony, just me and him. And I wasn’t going to let anyone shit on my plans—much less a couple of rude receptionists.The red-lipped receptionist tilted her head at me. “You already checked in two hours ago. If this is some kind of prank, I’d suggest you quit it now before I call security.”My brows furrowed. “What? I haven’t checked in.” A nervous laugh escaped my m

Meadow’s POV A nervous laugh escaped my throat even as I felt sweat start to break out on my neck. “What do you mean by that?” I was trying to distract myself from thinking about the name. His name. Alaric Ashford. Although I had no idea what he looked like, I’d heard stories about him back in Seattle. Tyler had told me multiple stories about how much of a cold bastard he was, and how every single employee feared him like he could squeeze the last breath out of them. But… there was no way that this was happening. No way that I happened to be in the same club as my ex-fiance’s boss. And no fucking way that his gaze was completely focused on me. I turned to look upstairs again, and he was still there. Looking at me as if he was a predator. And I was his prey. My skin prickled with sweat. I picked up the shot glass and downed its contents, slamming it hard onto the bar as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Again,” I demanded. But the bartender firmly

Meadow’s POV:My breath stuttered. “What?” I started pulling my hand away again but he had a firm grip on my wrist, so I couldn’t move.I wasn’t even sure I wanted to.“Don’t.” His voice was low. “I want to feel you.”I swallowed, eyes dropping to where my palm rested against his chest. He felt warm, his muscles tensing under my touch as he let out a sharp breath.He let go of my wrist. And any normal person would immediately snatch their hand away and run for their lives.But I never said I was normal. My mind was hazy, and it kept screaming at me, telling me that this man was dangerous, but I didn’t listen.Because right now, at this point—I liked the thought of danger.“Why are you doing this?” I found myself asking, my voice barely above a whisper. “You say you know everything about your employees, but no boss would be that crazy to memorize every single face their employees have come in contact with.”When he didn’t respond, I continued. “Somehow, you know that I have a sister, a

Meadow’s POV:Alaric’s words hit harder than any hangover ever could.I blinked up at him, the panic in my chest escalating. “No, no. That’s not—We didn’t…”I started to stutter, but the soft ding of the doorbell stopped me short.“That must be room service,” he muttered, throwing me one last smirk before he strode toward the door, shutting it behind him.Leaving me all alone in the room with the billion questions and wheels that were turning in my head.I raised my left hand up, unable to control the tremors as I stared at the diamond ring so hard, like I could make it disappear with my gaze.“That’s not possible…” I whispered to myself.There was no way I was married. No way I had agreed to a marriage with this man, but as I shut my eyes tight, the memories from last night played repeatedly in my head.They were only fragments, but were present nonetheless. ‘Marry me.’I groaned.‘I can make them pay,’ he’d said. ‘Just say the word.’“Oh no,” I whimpered, clutching the collar of Al

Meadow’s POV: My heart was beating so loud, I could barely hear myself think. His thumb brushed lightly over my knuckles, grazing the rock that sat pretty on my ring finger. I squirmed under him again, hating the way my heart responded to his touch. Hating how badly I wanted to close the distance between us and say yes, like some desperate, touch-starved idiot. Not that I was that far off. “I…can’t,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. Be his wife? Alaric made it sound like a simple choice. Like all I had to do was say yes and he’d give me the world. But I didn’t want the world. I just wanted to feel normal again. To not be someone whose entire life had just blown up in her face. “Why do you even want me?” I pushed at his chest. “You say you want me to be yours, but what do you really stand to gain from this?” His eyes didn’t flinch. “Nothing.” My breath caught for the umpteenth time today. That was all it kept doing. This man was making it difficult for