Lahat ng Kabanata ng Winter's Sun - A Billionaire's Revenge: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I mean, I kind of expected this, but seriously? I guess I underestimated how desperate Ashlyn could be when she feels like she's losing control.I should've known.Her messages are filled with a mixture of vitriol and desperation. Passive aggressiveness and gaslighting have always been her forte. She tends to know exactly where to aim. Except I started anticipating what she would say.I studied her speech pattern. I work in logistics, I've done nearly every job in my company. I notice details, little things that your average person might not recognize.It's my frigging job and I think she forgot that in her fits of rage and entitlement.I could absolutely destroy her. I know everything about her and I didn't even have to hire a private eye. My observations are thorough and I tend to catalog stuff in my head. I have a whole memorization system that helps me to have an almost photographic memory without actually having the natural skill.I also keep meticulous records, having

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I type out an email to my assistant, cursing myself inwardly for not having had the foresight to communicate specifics before I left. I was too heartbroken to do anything more than what I was already planning to do.The change in my plans will absolutely affect my work situation. I was expecting to come back from the trip invigorated, with a fiance on my arm.Instead, I’ve had my heart ripped out and entered into a revenge pact with a perfect stranger.Well, I guess not a perfect stranger. Not anymore.I glance down at Winter, expecting to see her still scrolling on her phone but to my surprise, she’s sprawled out on the carpet under the coffee table. I raise an eyebrow at her position. Her ass is close enough for me to slap, tempting me to misbehave. It really should stir lust in me but I’m more amused by it than anything else.I don’t think she remembers that the table is clear glass on top. It’s adorable, really. It might be because we’re both exhausted or a result of he

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s absolutely magnetic, more so than anyone else I’ve ever known. She’s somehow attracted an entire flock of butterflies. Several have landed in her hair, velvet wings opening and closing in tandem. Others are resting on her arms and she’s got one resting in her hands, wings fluttering like lashes.The smile on her face is radiant. She looks so happy as she studies the tiny miracle in her hands. Her eyes are filled with wonder at the creature who’s decided to place all its trust in her ability to keep it safe.“You’re so pretty,” she whispers to it. She lifts it to eye level and tilts her head as she looks it over. It opens its iridescent blue wings, looking like something for a fairytale. It really is gorgeous. She coos at it, whispering little bits of praise and giggling when it crawls up to her wrist. “It tickles.” She smiles up at me, looking happier and more relaxed than I’ve seen her since I met her.We ended up docking on a slow

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟I’m surprised by the passion that Blake’s pouring into our kiss. Even in my buzzed state, I can sense his arousal.My hand finds its way into the hair at the nape of his neck. His hair is just shaggy enough that I can take the strands between my fingers, giving me some control over his head motions. He groans as I tug at it, his tongue finding its way between my lips, tangling with mine as I breathe him in. Why does he always smell so good?!I sense motion but I don’t even focus on it, too carried away in the way Blake is kissing me. My juices are quite literally flowing, threatening to flood out as his kisses turn more aggressive.I finally pull back, gasping. My fingers are woven into the hair at his temples. We stare at each other, both breathing heavily. I’ve never met anyone sexier in my life. He’s far above any celebrity I’ve ever crushed on, better looking than any man I’ve ever known and a personality to boot.Funny, flirty, and he gets me. Even with how weird I

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟What is that? My eyebrows furrow in the dim light that seems to be streaming in from an unknown source. It weighs heavy on me, as though light can actually put pressure on anything. Nausea. I’m so nauseous. Ugh. I feel gross. Why the hell are my feet clammy?!There’s this strange blend of sensations all over my body, each one contradicting the next. Cold but sweaty feet. Dry mouth that won’t stop watering. Light headed but my brain is weighed down by exhaustion. Nausea and insane hunger slapping at each other like two girls fighting for the last bra at a Victoria’s Secret sale.What did I do last night? My head is pounding and there’s this taste in my mouth. Grit? Why is it gritty? It tastes… stale.Something warm shifts under me. Something warm and soft. Something that smells like heaven. I nuzzle into it, wanting nothing more than to wrap myself in it. There’s a soft sigh under me and my eyes open into thin slits. Soft arms squeeze tightly around me.Winter.She always