Semua Bab Billionairess By Survival : Bab 11 - Bab 20

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEWI didn’t leave his room feeling ashamed. Nah. I walked out with my head held high, heels clicking softly against the hotel corridor like I owned the damn place. Because the truth? That night with Liam — it was everything. It had to be the best sex I’ve had in... damn, forever. Maybe even ever.And yeah, maybe I was a little drunk. Maybe my brain was a little foggy. But my body knew what it wanted, and that night, it wanted Liam Foster.There was something about the way he handled me. Not just rough or fast, but with this careful kind of passion. Like I wasn’t just a one-night stand. Like he saw right through all the armor I’d built up and didn’t mind getting close anyway. But then again, I didn’t need any emotional strings. I didn’t go there for love. It was a damn business trip, not a romance movie.Still… the way he said my name, the way he looked at me under those dim hotel lights — ugh. It was tempting to think about.But I didn’t.At least, I tried not to.

LIAM'S POINT OF VIEWI couldn’t freaking think straight.It’s been one week.Seven darn days since that night.Since her.And here I was, pacing my hotel room like a total lunatic. All the deals I was supposed to close were cancelled. The meetings I’d flown halfway across the world to attend were rescheduled. My assistant kept blowing up my phone, asking what the heck was going on, and I kept telling her the same thing — “I’ll handle it.”But I wasn’t handling anything.I couldn’t.My brain wasn’t functioning the way it used to.And all because of one woman.One stupid night.She wasn’t the first. I’ve had women — plenty. Casual flings, meaningless hookups, even a few serious relationships that fizzled out before they could become anything real. I’ve had women in cities I can’t even pronounce anymore, but none of them ever... stuck.Not like her.Sierra.God, even her name did something to my chest. Like it knocked twice before settling in and kicking my peace in the gut.I’ve never w

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I was seated at the long, polished mahogany table, surrounded by people in suits who looked like they had the world in their pockets. Everyone looked so sharp, so ready, so full of big words and clever plans. And yet, all eyes were on me. No, literally. All eyes were really on me.“Sierra Morgan,” one of the officials said with a chuckle, “you’re honestly a storm in heels. How do you pull all this off and still look like you got eight hours of sleep?”The table erupted in laughter. I smiled—small, polite—but inside, I didn’t even know what expression to wear anymore. Compliments? I’d gotten used to them. Praise? I hear it so often now it barely even made me blink. But still… it felt weird sometimes. Like I was watching someone else live this life. Like I was just a stand-in actress playing “Powerful Woman #1” and everyone was clapping.“I drink water and mind my business,” I said with a shrug, and they laughed again. More laughter. More admiration. More talk of

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I stood right in front of Liam Foster’s office building, heart beating like I was about to take the biggest risk of my life. Maybe I was. My hands were clammy as I smoothed my palms over my blazer, steadying my breath. Becca’s voice kept ringing in my head—“He deserves to know.”So here I was, trying not to think too hard, just act.As I walked through the marble-floored lobby, everything about the building screamed class and power. A receptionist smiled at me, but I didn’t return it. My eyes were fixed on the elevator like it had the answers to everything. My stomach turned and I tried not to let the nausea creep in again. I hadn't even eaten all day.The elevator dinged open, and as soon as I stepped out onto the top floor, I was met with the sight of two men walking out of his office. They looked… disappointed, frustrated even. The kind of look you only wear when a deal slips through your fingers. I've seen it too many times in boardrooms and pitch meetings—

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I stared at the clock for the third time in under a minute.My hands were cold, but my body felt warm. You know that weird, tight feeling you get in your chest when you’re trying to stay calm, but your heart’s beating like a drum at full volume? Yeah, that was me. I was dressed, or at least I looked like it from the outside — nice, simple gown, nothing too flashy, soft curls in my hair, minimal makeup. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard, but I also didn’t want to look like I didn’t care.Because I did care. More than I wanted to admit.Becca walked into my room, chewing on something that looked like half a granola bar. “You look nervous.”I gave her a look. “Thanks, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”She smiled, her tone softening. “No, I mean… it’s okay to be nervous. But you’re gonna be fine, babe. You’re not going there to impress him. You’re going to speak your truth.”I nodded slowly. “I’m not even sure what to expect. He didn’t say much