Lahat ng Kabanata ng FALLING FOR MY SON’S BILLIONAIRE BEST FRIEND: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

JuliaI couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the workday. My mind kept flashing back to that moment—me taking off my panties in his office, and him watching with smug satisfaction. Was he trying to shame me? Was this all a power game to remind me that he still had control?If it was, it worked. I felt like a complete fool for ending things with the same man who could press my buttons whenever he pleased. Staying away from him was the only safe option. I couldn’t afford to be weak—not now.“You ready to go home?” Beatrice asked, knocking lightly as she stepped into my office. “It’s a little after 6:30.”“Yes,” I replied quickly. It had been a rough day. It was past closing time and I wasn’t willing to stay a second longer. Most of all, because everything reminded me of Michael.I grabbed my bag and turned off the lights as we headed out to the parking lot.“I’ll take you home,” Beatrice offered, unlocking her car with a beep.“Actually, I drove today,” I said suddenly, the realization

Michael“You want us to keep things professional,” I murmured with a sly smile tugging at my lips. My eyes didn’t leave hers. “I can stay professional… most of the time.”I stood again. The chair scraped behind me as I walked around the table, wanting her to feel me closing in—feel the heat of my presence. Her breath hitched the moment I stopped in front of her. Close enough to steal the air from her lungs. Close enough to see the tiny shiver run down her arm. Her eyes climbed to meet mine— wide, almost unsure, but burning.“And other times…” Her voice cracked, like her throat was too dry to speak. She swallowed hard, like she was choking on the words.I reached out and cupped her chin. Her skin was warm beneath my fingers, but she trembled, her lips parting with a soft breath she hadn’t meant to let go. I leaned in, my mouth hovering near hers—close, but not touching. Just enough for her to feel the electricity between us.“That’ll be up to you to decide, Mrs. Jameson,” I whispered.

JuliaWorking with Michael hadn’t been as bad as I thought.I swiped gloss over my lips, staring at my reflection for what felt like the hundredth time.This had become a routine since I resumed work and discovered Michael was now the CEO. Knowing I’d see him every day made me more self-conscious. It wasn’t that I was letting go of my decision to keep things professional. I mean, looking good was good business, right?Still, I had to admit it—I wanted to look good for him. Of course that was the reason.I’d never cared much about my appearance before. Not when I had a husband and two kids to look after. And even after Gilbert left, I still hadn’t found a reason to care.But now… I gave myself one last look in the mirror, took a breath, and prepared to leave.Today, I was meeting a new prospective client I’d been communicating with. If everything went well, King Global would be handling the construction of his estate.The drive to the office felt amazing. I couldn’t stop smiling the wh

JuliaHis eyes stayed on mine for what felt like long seconds, filled with things he wasn’t saying. And then, he pulled away and turned, walking off.“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”“Yes, Julia. I’m mad…” he paused. “At him—that bastard. For laying his hands on you.”His fists clenched like Mr. Compton’s head was caught between them. “God, if you hadn’t stopped me, I would’ve strangled him to death.”I swallowed hard.“I could’ve become a goddamn murderer…” He turned to me, eyes blazing. “Because you refused to listen to me, Julia.”“I’m sorry,” I muttered. “Thank God you came when you did. Before he could… do anything else.”He stepped closer, the thought clearly unbearable for him. “You have no idea what I would do for you, Julia.”Then he pulled back again, turning away. But I didn’t let him go. “Then you should punish me…” I whispered. “For what I did.”He turned instantly, staring at me. “I don’t want to play games, Julia.”“And I don’t either!” I shot back.“One minute you want

MichaelI returned home. It was past 11 p.m., and I was anxious to see Julia. I wasn’t sure if she’d stayed… or if she’d left.I stepped out of the backseat, restless. I hastened my footsteps, impatient, as I walked straight into the house.“Good night, Adam,” I muttered to my driver as he set the shopping bags down in the living room. It was quiet.I walked into the second living room—the same place we’d been before I left. The lights were off. My chest sank. She left.I switched on the light. And there she was. Her slender frame peacefully sleeping on the sofa. Her arms were tucked under her body, knees pulled close to her chest to make herself comfortable.A smile broke across my face. She stayed.I walked over, bent down, and picked her up. She didn’t wake up—only sighed a little in her sleep, her head falling lightly against my chest.I took her upstairs and laid her on my bed, her head sinking into the pillow. I pulled the covers over her, brushing a few strands of hair away fro