All Chapters of Mistake With The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ramona's POV:My vision blurs out with each touch. His lips trace soft kisses drifting from my cheeks to my neck, and then he sucks deep into the side of my throat.Sweet shivers shoot down my legs, making my feet wobbly and weak, like they can’t hold me anymore. I almost slip, but Lance catches me, his grip strong.He lifts both my legs in just one aggressive motion, my dress rides up, leaving my bare thighs exposed against his fabric, and my pussy, pulsating hard against his already throbbing erection.I automatically wrap my thighs around his waist, maybe it's hunger, maybe it's for support, my mind is too busy to process. The only thing between me and his thick fabric is my thin lace pants.His hard chest presses tight against my breasts, and as he sucks deep into my neck again, my eyeballs bury into their sockets in pure surrender.Then he raises his lips a bit, “I told you to go home for a reason, Ramona,” he whispers into my ear through my hair. His voice is husky, thick with

I don't even know what’s crazier.That I just fucked Theodore’s daughter, same bastard I’m ready to put a bullet through his skull if he dares make that move with Carl and get in the way of my plans.Or the fact that I swore I’d just watch her. Keep her safe from a distance until she could stand on her own.But she keeps crashing into my world, into my space, into my fucking head.I take a deep breath.Her skin’s warm on mine, her breath brushing my neck. I turn on the shower. It's almost ice-cold. “Arrrhh!” She flinches.“Relax. I got it,” I say, my voice low.I tweak the tap, warm it up, then pull her under the stream with me. Water rolls down our bodies, soaking our skin, mixing our heat. Her soft body against mine, breathing in each other's air. And she’s staring at me, her eyes carrying a lot of emotions. I grab the soap, lather it in my hands, and start working it into her hair. She closes her eyes and leans in. Like she trusts me. Like she’s handing herself over to me. M

I step out of the taxi, my knees feel weak.My heart keeps betraying me again and again, pressing hard against my ribs like it wants to break out and scream.His words are still there in my head, twisting my chest and it hurts so bad.“Let’s not do this again, Ramona.”How dare you Lance?How dare he touch me like that? Hold me like that? Kiss me like he'll break if he doesn't, just to give me that kind of note the next morning?My breath catches as I climb the stairs to my room.And then, like my own mind is mocking me, I hear Jenny’s voice again:“Don’t fall in love with Lance.” My chest tightens remembering her words.“What the hell did she mean by that?” I mutter.Why am I even affected like this? I've barely known him for three weeks.So why does it feel like I’ve just been broken up with?I reach my door and quickly wipe my face.Fix my lips into something that might look like a smile.Because I don't want Gigi suspecting anything and digging for answers.I don't even have the s

Ramona’s POV“I met with Mark last night,” Gigi says, her legs crossed on the bed, opening her box of French fries.“He said I should come apologize for kicking him in the balls on Saturday night.”I throw my head back laughing. “You did that?”“Yes,” she says proudly, tossing the fries in her mouth. “While you were busy making googly eyes at Lance. He deserved it.”I blink at her. “Gigi!”She shrugs like it’s nothing. “How dare he say no to me?”I turn my head slowly to her, grinning. She catches my look. “What?”And then we both burst into laughter, our legs knocking into each other on the mattress.She pulls out her phone and hands it to me. “So... while I was there... I shared his location.”I blink and my mouth drops open. “What?!”“Mm-hmm,” she says, smiling now.“Mark’s always stuck to Lance like a side mirror. If we follow Mark, we follow Lance.”I snatch the phone from her and stare at the blinking blue dot. “Gigi. You’re so smart.”“Don’t gas me,” she says, snatching her ph

Ramona’s POV"Okay, we're here," Oliver says from the front seat.I slowly lower the tinted glass and peek outside.The concert venue is wild. Bright lights flash across the crowd. People are standing around, swaying to the music, some screaming. I can feel the bass vibrating through the car. Bouncers stand by the entrance with arms crossed, scanning the area like watchdogs.My own heart is thumping really hard too, but for a different reason. I don’t know what I’ll find tonight. If I see Lance, will it make me hate him or love him, more than I already hate him and love him?"I think we should head in," Gigi says casually, chewing her gum like this whole thing is no big deal."No! We can’t," I blurt.“Why? We came here to peek through tinted glass like creepy exes?”I look at her, unsure. Gigi doesn’t raise her eyes, she’s focused on her phone. “This is exactly where Mark’s location pinged. So Lance might be here… or at least his car.” she says.My stomach drops. My palms go swea