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บททั้งหมดของ BILLIONAIRE’S PLAY THING: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

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CHAPTER 11

Dominic’s POVThe hum of the city below my office has always sounded like music to me, sharp, precise, and filled with opportunities to exploit. Each deal is another note, each competitor another instrument. “Come in,” I bark when I hear the knock on my office door.The only thing I wanted to do right now is to bury my cock deep within him, i frown at my trail of thoughts. The door opens, and Evelyn slips inside. Evelyn is my secretary, though the term hardly does her justice. Evelyn is efficient, calculating, and utterly loyal. She knows how to read my moods as if they were headlines.She closes the door behind her and walks to the desk, holding a file. Her face is composed, but I know her too well. She is worried.“It’s Weston Steel,” she says without preamble. “The quarterly reports came in, and they’re worse than we projected.”I lean back in my chair, steepling my fingers. Weston Steel was one of my acquisitions from two years ago. A manufacturing titan in its glory days, but r
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CHAPTER 12

Dominic’s POVI couldn’t wait to go home to him. The city always disgusts me most at rush hour. Horns, exhaust, chaos.I sat in the back of the Bentley, glass of scotch in hand, the amber liquid burning as much as the anger still coiled tight from the boardroom. Another day wasted in meetings with men who thought they were sharks, circling, snapping at scraps. Tomorrow they’ll wake and realize they’ve been eaten alive.It should have satisfied me. It didn’t.Because all I could think about was Ethan.The man had a way of cracking into me without even trying. His mouth, his defiance, the way he trembled when I pushed him too far yet still came crawling back for more. He was fire disguised as surrender, and I couldn’t get enough. The thought of him waiting for me in the penthouse, restless and probably pacing like a caged thing, made my hands twitch with hunger. I wanted to punish him for every thought he ever kept from me. I wanted to soothe him until he forgot his own name. I wante
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CHAPTER 13

Ethan’s POVThe elevator hummed beneath my shoes as it carried me up the final stretch to the thirty third floor. The stainless steel doors reflected my face back at me, and I studied the man who stared back.Navy suit, pressed crisp. Tie knotted just right. Shoes polished. My jawline looked sharper than I remembered, my eyes clearer. Two years ago, I never knew I would be here. Two years ago, I was choking under overdue notices. Two years ago, the woman I thought would stand beside me forever slipped through my fingers like water. Two years ago, I was weak, desperate, clinging to a lie about who I was and who I loved.That man had drowned. This one had crawled out of the water.When the doors slid open, I stepped onto the marble with a rhythm of authority. I was affiliated with Dominic and I had to act like it. I touched the nameplate as I passed,Ethan Hale, Chief Operating Officer. Still surreal, I thanked Dominic silently. Her thought crossed through my mind, Clara. I wonder if
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CHAPTER 14

Ethan”s POVI got to the penthouse and parked my car at the driveway before I got out. I walked to the elevator, my body still humming with the dull ache of a day that wouldn’t quit. My shirt collar chafed, my tie was crooked, and I hadn’t even noticed until I caught my reflection in the glass of the door. I looked as tired as I felt.The elevator opened and I got out. The lock clicked under my key, and the familiar warmth of our home spread over me before I even stepped inside. Our house……. Shoes abandoned on the rack, jacket barely making it to the hook, I let out a sigh so heavy it seemed to scrape my ribs. The air smelled faintly of cedar and the faint spice of the cologne he always wore. Just that scent was enough to remind me I wasn’t carrying the weight of the day alone.“Rough one?” His voice came from the kitchen , low, steady, carrying that resonance that always found its way into my bones.“You have no idea.” My bag thudded against the wall as I slipped it off my shoulde
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CHAPTER 15

Ethan’s POVThe heat of him pressed against my lips, demanding, filling. “Thats good, I’ve forgotten how good your mouth taste” he groanedI suck at his dick, slow and teasing. He grabbed my throat, using his other hand to hold my head and began to thrust into my mouth. I surrendered, letting him control the pace. Each thrust carried both force and care, never too far, never too harsh, but enough to remind me of exactly where I stood.Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the intensity, and he slowed, thumb brushing my cheek in a fleeting gesture of tenderness. Then he pushed again, firmer, rougher. The duality made my head spin, gentle and relentless all at once.His cock swelled and I swallowed him all. He groaned, cursed and poured his hot spurts into my mouth as I swallowed it all. When he finally pulled back, I was breathless, dizzy, and aching.“You take me so well,” he murmured, cupping my face. “But we’re not done.”He released my wrists, only to flip me onto the
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CHAPTER 16

Ethan’s POVThe car ride over was quiet. Dominic didn’t speak much unless he needed to, and tonight was no different. He sat beside me with the kind of composure that seemed carved into his bones. His tuxedo fit him like it had been tailored around his very posture, every line precise. I fidgeted with my cufflink until his gaze flicked toward me, sharp and brief, and I stilled.By the time we pulled up to the hotel, my heart was already climbing up my throat. The place glowed. Light poured from every pane of glass, spilling golden onto the pavement, where photographers lined up like predators waiting to pounce.When Dominic stepped out, they descended. shouts, camera flashes, the manic hum of recognition. And then, when I followed, the sound shifted. Softer, questioning, curious. I wasn’t anybody, not to them. But I was beside him. That made me somebody.“Smile,” Dominic murmured without looking at me. Inside, the air felt cooler, though no less stifling. Crystal chandeliers scattere
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CHAPTER 17

Dominic’s POVThe car was too quiet, but I preferred it that way. Silence was obedience. Silence gave me space to measure Ethan without interruption.He sat next to me, stiff in his tuxedo, fiddling with his cufflink like a child who didn’t know what to do with his hands. His nerves leaked from every gesture. I let him squirm. Better that he feel the weight of what tonight meant.When the building loomed into view, glowing like a monument to excess, I straightened my tie and glanced at him once. That was enough. His fidgeting stopped.Outside, the swarm was waiting. Photographers lined the pavement, flashes already warming in anticipation. I stepped out first, and the sound came like a wave: my name called, questions shouted, cameras clicking like gunfire.I thrived in it. Their hunger only fueled me.When Ethan emerged, the sound faltered, turning curious. I felt it immediately, the shift of attention. He was no one, and yet he was with me. That made him something. “Smile,” I murmur
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CHAPTER 18

Ethan’s POV The hum of the office felt louder than usual, like the place itself was mocking me for showing up in this state.I’d barely slept after the fundraiser. My body had collapsed into the mattress, but my mind hadn’t stopped replaying the night, the way Dominic’s presence had steadied me when the whispers and stares threatened to undo me.I should’ve felt proud of myself for surviving it. Instead, I felt exposed. Like the moment I stepped into this building, everyone would somehow know.I’d barely set my bag down on the desk when a voice I knew too well coiled through me like smoke.“Looks like you’ve finally made it.”I turned slowly. Clara.She was perched on the corner of my desk, casual as you please, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, her red nails drumming against the wood. Same Clara as always, sharp, poised, knowing exactly how to make me uncomfortable.But her eyes… her eyes gave her away. They gleamed with something she couldn’t hide: jealousy.“Clara,” I sai
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CHAPTER 19

Clara’s POVI had thought I’d buried Ethan in the past.That night I left him, I told myself it was for the best. He was drowning in debt, working himself into exhaustion, and dragging me with him. We were living in a shoebox apartment with peeling paint, a mattress on the floor, and hope stretched thinner than paper. I told myself it wasn’t love anymore, that it was survival.But standing at the fundraiser last night, hidden behind the glittering crowd, I saw him.Ethan.And I didn’t recognize him.Gone was the boy in secondhand clothes, the man who could barely scrape together enough for dinner. In his place was someone polished, someone elegant. His suit wasn’t rented or patched together, it was fitted, perfect, expensive. His posture was different too. Straighter, more assured, even though I could still see the tension in his shoulders if I looked closely enough.It was the way Dominic Blackwell hovered beside him that truly undid me.The infamous Dominic Blackwell, billionaire,
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CHAPTER 20

Ethan’s POVThe office smelled faintly of toner and coffee that had been reheated too many times. Emails pinging into my inbox like bullets. Some days were easier, lighter even, but today wasn’t one of them. Today was packed.I glanced through the proposals. It was tedious, but I forced myself to pay attention. We had gotten a contract for a new job, they needed someone who could make their office sparkling clean and we had the right people for that. I needed to pay attention. Yes, we were an affiliate but we were still associated with Dominic. We had an appearance to keep.So I buried myself in it, the cleaning schedules, the HR approval forms, the necessary signatures. The kind of paperwork that felt endless but left no room for mistakes.By the time noon rolled around, my eyes were blurring. I had attended two meetings, handled three urgent emails marked “high priority” by people who always thought their crises were unique, and sat through a budget call that could have been hand
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