Semua Bab Revenge On My Ex, Accidentally In Bed With A Billionaire : Bab 51 - Bab 60

I cling to him like that’ll keep me from dissolving into the ether.“Good girl,” he growls repeatedly. “So fucking beautiful when you take my cock…”If I didn’t have a praise kink before, I do now. It’s one thing to be desired as a physical object—it’s another thing entirely to feel like he’d fuck my soul if he could.And who’s to say he isn’t? Judging by the way he’s groaning, he’s in me deeper than he’s ever been in anyone before.Tremors ripple through my limbs and center in my core; the aftershocks make him groan again and again.Good.I love making him groan.“Keep… keep doing that,” he rasps against my throat.My swollen lips curve in a wicked smile. “Doing… this?”I rock my hips and squeeze around him again.“Keep that up and I’ll fill you with my cum right this fucking second, baby.”He grabs my ass, his fingers digging in as he guides me to the rhythm he wants. I’m biting his shoulder, feeling another eye-rolling orgasm building up inside me.The more I move, the more he move

PASHADaphne’s eyes widen when she sees me walk through the door. “Oh! You’re home early! I haven’t started dinner yet.”It seems whatever spooked her has passed. Thank God. “It’s alright. I’m taking you out for dinner instead. My treat.”Her blush doesn’t escape my notice. She tries to keep herself busy and I know it’s a tactic, so before I can second-guess the instinct, I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.Her breath stills. Mine does the exact same. Every day, it seems like our baby is growing bigger and stronger. I rub my hand over her bump to feel the flutters and kicks.Daphne sighs and leans into my embrace, her eyes slowly closing for a moment. Her hand rests on mine, and it’s startling to me how easy this is.How easy “us” is.“I’ve got something for you,” I murmur into her shoulder. Fuck, it’s so tempting to nibble her soft skin just to listen to her moans.But I need to stay on task. I reach into my pocket and pull out the jewelry box I’ve been hanging on

I shoot my best friend a deadly glare. She pointedly ignores me and focuses on doing exactly what I don’t want her to do. “Sidney Conrad Ewing can’t take a fucking hint. He’s been blowing up her phone nonstop. I was just telling Daph she needs to block him.” She grinds the last two words through her teeth and a side-eye.“Agreed.” Sofi nods at the phone in my hand. “Block him. Be done with him.”Officially feeling cornered. “I’ll take care of it.”“Right now.”Okay. Not loving the pushy version of Sofiya Chekhov. “I said I’ll take care of it.”“You don’t understand.” She walks over to the other empty office chair and slides it up to my desk with a sigh. “How do you think it looks? That your ex, who is clearly toxic, can still call you? And text you?” She leans forward. “Because you allow him to?”Something churns in my stomach. It’s not my baby, and I don’t like it. “But I keep telling him to stop.”“Make him stop.”“But—”“Daphne.” Sofi reaches across the desk to take my hand in hers

“Please. Don’t insult me. Of course I know all about that. Sadly—for you, I mean—Scott hasn’t come to me for advice and quite frankly, I’m not in the mood to give any.”Don’t lose your fucking temper, I counsel myself. Keep it cool… Keep it calm…I force a smile, though I’m irked to no end that this woman can be so fucking flippant about the single most important deal I may ever broker. “What are you in the mood to do?”Cora runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “Since you’re off the menu? I’m feeling like having a little fun with my wayward husband. He might crack under the pressure and slip up; it could be an affair and he’s just actually discreet this time. Or—and this is a big ‘or’—he might reveal some valuable information that you might find useful.”I sigh. It’s the best I’m going to get. “You’ll call me?”“Now, now. What do I get in return?” She slides off her seat and sidles over to me, that sway back in her hips times ten. It’s doing nothing for me, other than setting both Sof

DAPHNEThe rest of lunch with Pasha’s family went by without a hitch. It got easier to unclench when Asya and Sofi launched into stories about all the mischief that Little Pasha used to get into.Now, I’m back at work and trying to focus on the booking calendar.Trying to forget that stomach-dropping moment when I thought my mother was about to blow everything up.I don’t like lying to the Chekhovs. It’s not like I’m blatantly lying, per se, but omitting particular facts—like, oh, I dunno, my birth name—still feels like a form of deception. Especially when, every time I try to imagine telling Pasha the truth about my name, my relationship with the family he clearly despises…Well, that spike in blood pressure isn’t good for the baby.I grabbed another smoothie on my way back to work to continue calming my frayed nerves. I don’t know why I can’t shake this feeling, even though Sofi was swift to stop shit from happening before it even started. The smoothie helps.At least, it would—if m