All Chapters of The Billionaire's S*bmissive: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emma woke up to the soft hum of the city outside her window, the warmth of Nathan’s embrace still lingering in her mind. She stretched lazily, her thoughts a tangled web of emotions. The intensity of their connection, the vulnerability they’d shared—it was all so much. She needed space. Time to think. To breathe.She reached for her phone and typed out a message to Nathan: “I need a little time to process everything. I hope you understand.” Her finger hovered over the send button for a moment before she pressed it, her heart pounding. Almost immediately, her screen lit up with his reply: “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here.”The simplicity of his response both comforted and unnerved her. She wasn’t used to someone being so patient, so willing to give her the reins. But then again, Nathan wasn’t like anyone she’d ever met.---Over the next few days, Emma threw herself into her studies, burying herself in books and essays. It was easier to focus on the familiar rhythm of academia

The alleyway was quiet, the hum of the city distant as Nathan leaned against the brick wall, his gray eyes fixed on Emma. She crossed her arms, the cool night air brushing against her skin, and took a deep breath.“Nathan,” she began, her voice steady but laced with determination, “I need to set some boundaries. No more games, no more control. I want transparency. If this is going to work, it has to be on my terms too.”Nathan tilted his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He didn’t respond immediately, instead studying her with that intense gaze that always seemed to see straight through her. Finally, he nodded. “Alright, Emma. Your terms. What do you have in mind?”She hadn’t expected him to agree so easily, and it threw her off for a moment. But she quickly recovered, squaring her shoulders. “I want us to spend time together—just us. No contracts, no playrooms, no… complications. Just you and me, like normal people.”Nathan chuckled softly, the sound low and warm

The next morning, Emma woke to the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand. She groaned, reaching for it with one hand while the other rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The screen lit up with a text from Nathan: Good morning. I hope you slept well. She smiled faintly, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she debated how to respond. Before she could type anything, the doorbell rang, startling her.She threw on a robe and padded to the door, peering through the peephole. A deliveryman stood there, holding a small envelope. “Package for Emma Stone,” he called out.Emma opened the door cautiously, signing for the package before retreating back inside. The envelope was plain, with no return address. Her heart began to race as she tore it open, pulling out a stack of photographs. Her breath caught in her throat.The photos were of her and Nathan—walking in Central Park, sitting at a café, even one of them standing close together outside his apartment building. They had been taken wi

Emma’s heart raced as she stepped into Nathan’s sleek black car the next morning. The city skyline blurred behind them as they drove north, the hum of the engine a steady backdrop to her swirling thoughts. She glanced at him, his hands firm on the steering wheel, his gray eyes focused on the road. There was something about the way he carried himself—calm, assured, yet with an undercurrent of intensity that made her pulse quicken.“You’re quiet,” Nathan said, his voice low and smooth, breaking the silence. “Nervous?”She laughed softly, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear. “A little. I’ve never been to the Adirondacks before. What’s it like?”He glanced at her, a small smile playing on his lips. “Peaceful. Quiet. Exactly what we need right now. No distractions, no Clara, no chaos. Just us.”Just us. The words lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Emma felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mix of excitement and apprehension. She wasn’t sure what to expect from

Emma opened her eyes to the soft hum of New York City outside her penthouse window. The memory of Nathan’s kiss lingered on her forehead, but the warmth of it felt distant now, like a dream slipping through her fingers. She reached for her phone, half-expecting a message from him, but the screen remained blank. It had been days since their trip to the Adirondacks, and while Nathan had promised to be more present, his texts had grown sparse, his calls even rarer.She sighed, running a hand through her smooth brown hair as she sat up in bed. Her classes were demanding, but her mind kept drifting back to him—his piercing gray eyes, the way his voice softened when he spoke to her, the unspoken tension that seemed to crackle between them whenever they were close. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.By mid-afternoon, Emma found herself pacing her living room, her polished blazer hanging neatly over the back of a chair. She glanced at the clock. Nathan hadn’t responded to