All Chapters of HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Noah’s POV I kissed him, I really did kiss him, it was real and full of passion. That fact hadn’t changed with daylight, It hadn’t softened with time, It hadn’t faded beneath routine or distance or the lines I tried to redraw in thicker, sharper ink the next morning. I kissed him, and I wanted to do it again, no holds barred, just intense locking of lips, no one to bother us, I wanted to do it again and again without regrets, without pulling away, without having to be constantly reminded of the shield I put up, I wanted to break that wall and be one with him. Wanted wasn’t strong enough. Craved, Ached, Needed. But needing was dangerous, wanting blurred lines. And I’d been hired to protect him, not to ruin him, not to fall for him, not to yearn for him, and definitely not be involved with him. Anything other than risking my life to protect his was out of the options. Which was why I stood now with fists clenched at my sides, watching him pace the living room with a smirk curvi

Adrian’s POV Noah went cold again. Colder than I’d ever seen him, colder than the first day we met when his glare told me exactly where he thought I could shove my money. “You’re nothing to me but a client, that’s all, and I'd appreciate it if you start acting like one.” The words landed like bullets, with clean, efficient effect, that was meant to kill. I smirked not because I thought he was starting to be funny but because it hurt, sarcasm made armor out of my ribs. “That's funny, but it didn’t seem so professional when your mouth was almost on mine last night, when you had me pinned on the fridge, or the times your lips were actually on mine.” He didn’t flinch, or blink. He just stared at me like I was the problem he’d already decided how to solve. “This ends now, Vale.” “Oh, sure.” I crossed my arms, leaning into my smirk like it might keep my heart from slipping out through my teeth. “Because you’re so good at ending things cleanly. That’s why you’ve been watching me lik

Adrian’s POV Noah kissed me like he’d run out of patience, like he was done pretending, like he’d burned through every last ounce of restraint and finally decided to set us both on fire. And I let him. God, I let him. My back hit the wall with a dull thud, but neither of us cared. His hands were already tangled in my hair, dragging my head back so he could take my mouth deeper, hungrier. His breath shuddered between us, rough and ragged, and I felt it everywhere, felt it in the ache tightening my chest, in the heat pooling low in my stomach, in the way my body arched to meet his without shame, without hesitation. I didn’t want space, I didn’t want distance, I wanted him on me, against me, inside me, until I forgot every reason why this was supposed to be wrong. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he growled against my mouth, but his hands were already sliding lower, gripping my hips like he didn’t want to let go. “I think I do.” My lips found the edge of his jaw, the line o

Noah’s POV Ghosts always came back eventually. I should’ve known better than to think I’d outrun mine. It started with a name, one I hadn’t heard in years, one I never wanted to hear again, one that should've continued dwelling in my past and not make his presence known or felt again. Jasper Hart. The intel came through an old contact, someone who owed me enough favors not to ask why I needed answers. Hart, alive, active, contracted out to private security now, no longer military, no longer bound by any code except cash and cruelty. And worse, he was working for Adrian’s enemies. I stared at the report in my hands, my knuckles whitening around the paper like pressure alone could make it disappear, the words blurred, twisted. Not because of fear, but because of fury. I knew Jasper, I knew the way he worked, I knew the way he thought. And if they’d brought him in, this wasn’t about intimidation anymore. This was about finishing the job. I swallowed the bile rising in my thr

Adrian’s POV The night after Noah broke down in my arms, everything changed, it re-enacted our chemistry and our understanding for each other, those lingering emotions, knowing what you want but too scared to admit it, it changed all of that completely. Not loudly, not dramatically. It just… changed, like something fragile had been set down between us and neither of us wanted to break, only admired it and be proud of how sweet it blossomed. He didn’t pull away from me when morning came, he didn’t retreat behind orders or security protocols or icy silence, he sat at the tiny, cracked kitchen table of this nowhere safe house, drinking burnt coffee from a chipped mug, and watched me like I was something he couldn’t figure out. Something he wanted to. “You know you really don’t have to look at me like that,” I said, pulling my knees up to my chest in the chair across from him. “Like what?” “Like I’m about to fall apart.” His mouth tilted, almost a smile, but not quite. “I’m look