All Chapters of Sexting the Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Abraham’s POVIt’s sickening. In fact, it is even more sickening that I was still here, outside of Dave’s or whatever his name was villa, sitting in my car with Roland at the driver’s seat like a man who had lost all sense of dignity. I kept staring through the windshield as though the answers to my life existed somewhere behind those iron gates.I have never done anything like this before. I never even had the time to think about doing it. My life used to move at a fast and disciplined pace. I was a busy person more than this. Work would call, I would have to attend exclusive meetings. I would make connections, attend exclusive parties and galas, and maintain my relationships with the people who mattered.But for Sarah and for Cynthia, all these could wait. The world could pause. My pride could pause. My name and my reputation could also stand still because the weight of my regrets refused to give me rest.There was never a day that passed that I did not regret my actions towards Sar

Sarah’s POVThe moment I finally settled into the chair, easing myself gently so I would not appear nervous, he leaned forward as though my presence had interrupted whatever balance he had. His hands rested flat on the table, and his eyes swept slowly across my face. It was not the normal curious look a boss gave a new employee. His gaze moved like something inside him operated on its own, as if my face were a file he misplaced and urgently needed to retrieve.“So, you are Ms. Lincoln, our new staff?” he voiced slowly. His tone drifted out without any warmth, almost like a line he had rehearsed repeatedly until the emotions were drained out of it.“Yes!” I answered, keeping my voice light.“It feels good to work in a beautiful place like this, sir,” I added. I used the polite tone I had mastered over the years.One thing I had learned in the corporate world was that even in tense situations, there was power in knowing how to soften the air. A gentle word, a polite compliment, or a wel

Dave’s POV“We need to see.” Her voice darted to me on the phone like a dagger, sharp and piercing, and immediately my stomach sank.I had recognized voices like this before, furious, controlled, yet trembling with the threat of revelation. They were voices of someone who had just discovered something long hidden, something that should never have been exposed.She sounded like she already knew more than she should. Like she had uncovered fragments of my secret life, my illegal business, and perhaps even more.It hit me instantly: Collins was behind all of this.He was one of my frequent customers, but at the same time, he was the owner of the Innovative Communist, the company where Sarah worked.Collins had a reputation. He liked women, often more than one at a time, at most of our secret locations. He treated them as if they had no future, no consequences, nothing that tied them to reality.My heart continued to pound violently. It could only be him, right?Because I had referred Sar

Abraham’s POV On the fifth crank, Roland drove the car into the gas station by the side of the fence, the engine finally humming in a steady rhythm. The movement felt controlled, deliberate—just the way we needed it. We waited after pulling the car slowly to a stop, the silence between us carrying its own weight. Then I watched him carefully, observing every gesture.He stepped out of the car, his phone pressed to his ear as though he was placing a call. The moment he straightened his posture, I understood he was already slipping into character. He paced slowly around the car, his voice slightly loud, layering extra confidence into the fake call as if anyone watching needed convincing.I smirked, knowing the reason he had to step out of the car and fake a call so loudly. Roland only did that when he wanted attention shifted toward him and away from wherever I sat. I turned my neck to the side, trying to see if the outcome I expected was already manifesting.And there it was.Two ladi

Sarah’s POVI couldn’t believe my ears. Did Collins just say these irritating words to me? His tone lingered in my mind like a foul scent I couldn’t escape from. The more I processed what he said, the more everything about him irritated me immediately. I had walked into this place expecting peace, not this kind of insult. And I get it, this was why many husbands of nowadays prefer that their wives don’t work. They may hide it under the disguise of wanting to provide, but deep down, many of them are simply trying to shield their wives from situations like this.Not because they were jealous that their wives could start cheating on them, but because they knew some bosses were very dodgy in nature. Men who would want to sleep with anything they could set their eyes on. The kind of men who believed authority gave them permission to cross boundaries. And I refused to ever become the kind of person Collins could throw cheap words at again.“Look at me from head to toe.” I leaned forward, my