Todos os capítulos de The Billionaires Game : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Lucy's Pov "You look like someone kidnapped your pet," Shane muttered and I only stared at him in shock. "What? How did you get here," I stuttered and he gave me a strange look before glancing at the Rolls Royce behind him. Heat rose to my neck and cheek, making me lower my head. “I know that, you have countless cars." “Twenty four," he said and my eyes widened. He was joking. He had to be joking, right? "Common, let’s go have lunch. I'm positive you tend to skip meals," He muttered, scanning my body and I felt the urge to disappear. If only I could actually do it. I stayed still and he sat at the back, giving me a bored glare. "Are you going to come in or do I have to carry you myself," My lips stretched into a grin and he let out a breath stepping out. The driver watched with an amused face and I stepped back, my heart racing. I had expected him to drive away, not actually expecting him to step out. "Mr. Wilson," a familiar voice muttered and my shoulders dropped as I turned

Lucy's Pov The next morning I watched Shane leave the apartment house with pressed lips. If he thought he could keep me in here just because he had the money like some sort of expensive rose he was wrong. Not about me being an expensive, sexy rose but the freedom part. Immediately the door closed behind him I forced a plate of oats down and ran upstairs to get cleaned. The staff tended to the house and I walked out pulling my phone. I dialed the number pressing it against my ear. "Hey Susan," I muttered, punching the key for the bottom floor. "Oh, she remembered I exist today," Susan's bland voice hit me and guilt blossomed. “Common I'm sorry. It's not like that. I've been so busy,” I apologised with a sad voice hoping she was going to forgive me. The silence lasted for far too long and I searched for something to say. Something so glamorous she couldn't say no. A light bulb switched on and I smiled. "Forgive me and I'll take you to go eat at La cucina de 'Arte,” the silence gave

Shane's pov Lucy's after sex look was one of the breathtaking things I had ever seen. The faint pink on his cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her slightly parted lips and drooping eyes. If it wasn't hard before I was now. So hard I could break. Her shoulders sagged and she yanked hervryes open her face turning more crimson. Before I could mutter a word she dragged down her shirt bolting out of my room. A breath left my lips and I ran my hand down my hair. What the hell did I just do? Lucy wasn't supposed to be like this. She was strictly business and now I had ruined such a clear line. Her face flashed in my head and I let out a frustrated groan. I spent the next hours eating dinner then trying to answer as many emails as I could with one of the most painful boners I ever had. Jerking off wasn't an option and my taste for other women had shrivelled more than a dry raisin with her in the picture. With a groan I shut my phone heading for my room. I fell to my bed and with a hand

Shane's Pov I walked into my office feeling slightly uncomfortable. I had a meeting with one of my biggest rivals but that wasn't the reason for my distress. "Hey, what happened? You're normally in early," Caleb asked and I only nodded taking a seat. "Another Nightmare?" He asked with a grim expression. I wasn't the type who spoke about my problems. That was deemed unhealthy by many people but at least it worked for me. Caleb had found out three years ago when we decided to work late for a new project. He had kept it a secret despite the price news labels would have paid for that snippet of information. I hadn't given an answer but the sigh told me he had picked one for himself. “Don't you think you should see a therapist?" He asked and I glared at him turning on my computer. "For the last time Caleb I won't sit in front of a lady with glasses and have her ask me questions while keeping a poker face.” Caleb let out a low chuckle, rolling up his sleeves. "Not all therapists are

Shane's Pov I walked into the empty restaurant. It was a small one with simple decorations and checkered floors but Alexandra was known to eat here. Because her father normally took her on waffle dates when she was younger but now she barely had that with him being the CEO to a multi million petroleum company. She sat by the window staring at the menu with her eyes glazed over. I pushed the door open and one of the workers tried to push me out telling me it was closed but I bodied my way past him. With slow and calculated steps, I walked my way over to her. I took a seat across from her and her face paled like she had seen a ghost. "What are you doing here?' She asked and I raised a brow. “In that big head of yours, that was the only question you could come up with? Pathetic,” I muttered and her face took a dark shade of red but I wasn't in the least bit done. "Well it's not a bad question to ask. You're not supposed to be here," she whispered under her breath and I resisted th