All Chapters of Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Scott had never sworn a woman could be that beautiful. Alexia wore jeans, a loose, baggy blouse, and sneakers. Her hair was down and wild, and she didn't have a drop of makeup on. "Scott!" she shouted from a distance. "Scott...!" She had an envelope in her hand, and the CEO's stomach dropped because he knew exactly what that meant. The immigration ruling, Gerber's decision, the deportation letter... But before he could even begin to panic, Alexia jumped into his arms, not caring that they were in the middle of the office, and he wrapped her up in his, caring even less. Alexia's mouth crashed into his, and Scott let out a deep, hungry groan as he deepened the kiss. Her tongue danced in his mouth, her hands clinging to his hair. The whole office had gone silent, all eyes locked on the scene unfolding before them. No one knew what to say or do as Scott and Alexia kissed like no one else existed. The two CEOs had completely forgotten the world around them—they were only aware of each

"Alexia! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Scott growled, but unfortunately, Alexia wasn't in any mood for questions—much less answers. Her soul hurt, her heart ached, her whole being was in pain. And the only thing that could dull it, or at least keep it in check, was to have him hurt her. Because even though Scott Hamilton hurt her, at least he didn't break her. She pulled herself free from his arm with a sharp jerk when he didn't make a move—but the second he saw her storm off barefoot and furious, he caught up to her in two strides. His mouth crashed into hers in a desperate, needy, wild kiss. He had no idea what the hell was going on with her, but for now, he didn't need to. He just needed to defuse that ticking bomb before it exploded. Scott's lips moved urgently against hers, like he couldn't control himself. His hands locked around her back, pulling her against him so she couldn't escape. Alexia tried to push him away, but it was like trying to move a mountain; impossible.

Scott frowned, confused. Did she really want to go to the event? "Are you serious?" he asked, unable to believe it. "Alexia, we should be going to a damn hospital, not some stupid celebration gala..." She took a deep breath and shook her head. "I really have to go." "You have to...?" Scott ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "I honestly don't understand anything anymore!" He stormed out of the bathroom, visibly annoyed. But if she wanted to go to that damn event, then he'd take her. Alexia let herself slide down the wall and hugged her knees, crying silently. She had never felt so bad—not even after the accident—and now she understood why. After all the fights with Scott Hamilton, she finally saw it clearly: how fake Albert's love had truly been. She gave herself a few minutes to let it out, then stood up, her face set with determination. She brushed her hair, did her makeup—she didn't need help with that—and slipped into a navy-blue dress with an open back. Sh

Scott felt his skin crawl every time the door to that room opened, but people kept coming and going without saying a word to him. Finally, the doctor came out, and he rushed to meet her. She simply gestured for him to follow, and Scott entered her private office behind her. "I was five minutes—five—away from calling the police, Mr. Scott! But your wife insisted that whatever you did was consensual!" the doctor scolded him. "Of course it was consensual! I'd never hurt my wife! I didn't do anything weird—I just did it with a little more... enthusiasm!" "Excuse me, but it's hard to believe a normal penis, used with consent, could cause that!" she snapped. "Drop your pants!" "You've got to be kidding." "It's that or the police!" the doctor growled, losing patience, and Scott huffed in frustration. "This is a medical thing, right!? Like doctor-patient confidentiality and all that crap?" "Of course it is," she replied, and Scott looked at the ceiling before hooking his thumbs

Beast ran out to meet Alexia, and Scott nearly had to peel the dog off to keep him from knocking Alexia over with the kind of rough affection that reminded him so much of himself. That night, Alexia had heavy, restless dreams. She relived the desperation of the accident, the heartbreak of realizing she'd been betrayed by the person she loved most in the world. After that, she'd sworn never to fall in love again. Never again. She repeated it like a mantra. But it was hard to ignore what she felt for Scott. "I missed you," she whispered in the middle of the night against his skin, and saw him smile in the soft light of the lamp as he opened his eyes and looked at her. "Don't tempt me, Alexia. I'm not doing anything—we're on doctor-ordered rest. Rest, got it?" She pouted in protest, and Scott smiled up at the ceiling. "Damn it, woman, you're gonna give me a heart attack! I said no!" "Fine... but at least give me a few kisses. Just little ones?" Scott kissed her slowly, savorin