Alle Kapitel von Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal): Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Chapter 11 – The Edge of Surrender (Sebastian 's POV) I’d told myself I could wait. That I could keep my distance until she understood what this life meant — what I meant. But Ocean had a way of looking at me, like she didn’t know whether to run or pull me closer, and every damn time, I wanted to see which one she’d choose. Tonight, I stopped caring about the answer. She was pacing the living room, her bare feet soundless against the polished floor. The city’s lights bled through the glass walls behind her, painting her in a cold, silver glow. “You can’t just—” she started, but her voice broke off when she saw me move. I didn’t stop until I was in front of her, until she had to tilt her head back to meet my eyes. “You think I don’t see it?” I asked, my voice low, almost dangerous. Her brows knit. “See what?” My hand came up, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching.” She opened her mouth to protest, but I didn’t

(Ocean's POV) The ride to Sebastian 's office felt longer than it should have, not because of the traffic, but because of the man sitting next to me. He hadn’t spoken much since we left the penthouse, and I wasn’t sure if that was punishment or strategy. With Sebastian, silence was never just silence — it was a rope, slowly tightening. He was in a charcoal suit now, the kind of fit that made him look taller, broader… untouchable. He radiated power the way other people radiated body heat, and sitting this close to him felt like trying to breathe in a storm. We pulled into an underground garage. Two black-suited men were waiting near the elevator — both tall, built, with that sharp, scanning look in their eyes that screamed security. They greeted Sebastian with a nod and barely glanced at me, which somehow made me feel smaller… and yet more on display. Inside the elevator, Sebastian finally spoke. “There’s someone I want you to meet.” “You said that already,” I murmured, staring a

(Ocean’s POV) The storm didn’t come suddenly. It had been building for days — maybe weeks — in the way he looked at me, the way his hand lingered a second too long when passing me something, the way I’d catch him watching me when he thought I wouldn’t notice. Tonight, it finally broke. He came home late. I’d been curled up on the couch, scrolling at my phone on Secret Vow of the Ruthless Billionaire in Good Novel App , but not reading. My mind had been on him — against my will, of course. When the elevator doors slid open, Sebastian stepped out with that same cold, lethal grace he carried everywhere. His jacket hung over one arm, his shirt collar open, the faintest shadow of stubble darkening his jaw. His eyes locked on me immediately, and something in them made me set the book down. “You’re awake,” he said, voice low, almost like he was amused. “I couldn’t sleep.” His mouth curved in a way that wasn’t quite a smile. “Because of me?” I wanted to say no. I wanted to lie. Bu

(Ocean's POV) I was thinking pf asking Sebastian to bring me to Paul. I haven't visited him for quite some time now. But this man next to me is overwhelming. A supposed to be simple conversation is becoming complicated everytime. I hated him for looking at me like that. I hated myself for wanting him to keep looking. When he finally moved, it was slow — measured, deliberate. Like a man walking toward something he already owned. “You have no idea,” he said, voice low and textured, “what you do to me, Ocean.” My throat felt dry. “Then… tell me.” He smiled faintly, almost like I’d stepped into a trap. “No,” he murmured. “I’d rather show you.” He came to the side of the bed and sat, so close the heat from his body was a living thing between us. His fingers found my wrist, trailing upward with such unhurried precision that my pulse tripped over itself. He brushed his knuckles over the inside of my arm, then down again, a path so light it could have been a whisper. “Every time you

(Ocean's POV) The city looked different from up here. I’d seen New York from a distance before — its skyline sharp and untouchable — but Sebastian 's penthouse view made it feel closer, more dangerous. Maybe it was because I felt closer to danger now. The elevator doors slid open into the marble lobby, and the doorman, Walter, gave me a polite smile that was just a fraction too knowing. “Morning, Miss…?” He left it hanging. “Ocean” I murmured, stepping past him. My voice felt too loud in the hush of the lobby. The security cameras above the entrance caught my reflection. Hair still a little messy. My coat buttoned too quickly. Damian’s scent clinging to me like a whisper no one could see but everyone could smell. The cold air outside hit me hard, like it was trying to erase the heat from last night. I was halfway down the block when I saw her. Leaning against a sleek black car, phone in hand, eyes locked on me — a woman in a fitted cream coat, perfectly waved hair, and an exp