All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Forbidden Desire(One contract. One rule): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ethan’s pov I always thought desperation had a smell, like old beer, sweat, and those cheap takeout containers piled up in the corner. I knew the smell very well, it had been my life for a whole year. I used to have things going for me. I had a new degree, a decent job in marketing, and even dreams about starting my own business but then my sister’s sickness got worse and the doctor bills piled up. With time, bank people moved in. I lost my job, my apartment, I just didn't want to keep pretending anymore that I wasn’t tired and needed help. So, when a friend told me about Alexander Veyron, a billionaire known for buying whatever pleasure he wanted in weird ways, I couldn’t ignore it. I went to the fancy penthouse and let the man look at me like I was a gift, and stayed. Now, sitting in that tall glass room, I felt the pressure of it all. Alexander wasn’t just some guy, he was like a storm in a suit, and sitting across from me with a paper in front of him like it was some holy book.

The ballroom was all shimmer and shine with its chandeliers and fancy outfits. I could smell the money, and Alexander was right in the middle of it. Everyone was focused on him, hoping to get a bit of his time.I stood beside Alexander, quiet like I was told to be. The place screamed like wealth. Alexander seemed to own the place, his deep laugh would draw people in and people got way too close, wanting a piece of him.I tried not to care. This was the deal, be quiet, get the money, put up with the games. I kept telling himself, I’m just here for the money, deal with it. Play along and leave when the deal is done.But when Alexander put his hand on my back, like he owned me, it touched something inside me. I saw a guy across the room looking at Alexander like he wanted him and Alexander just let it happen.I felt something weird, not mad or sad, but something worse: jealousy. I tried to ignore it, don’t be dumb. He’s not yours, you’re not his. It’s just business, but I still tightened

It had been weeks! Weeks since I had to watch Micheal shamelessly throw himself at Alexander, and he let him. Weeks since Alex’s voice had cut through the ballroom, ordering me back to the penthouse like I was just a dog. Like a fool, I went.He hadn’t come back to the penthouse or even called since. I told myself it was just for now, that he would call, that he would want me around again. At least the silence meant I was free, but silence from Alexander Veyron was worse than chains. It was punishment, it was proof that he could forget me like that. After the first week, I got furious. When a servant brought my breakfast, I had to ask if they had heard from him.“Mr. Veyron won’t be back for a bit, sir. He’s on a business trip,” he said politely.I froze, business trip my ass. He’s with Micheal, obviously. I knew that, the jerk didn’t even tell me but told the servants. This was about my little outburst in the ballroom, and he is punishing me for it. I thought about leaving, but where

AlexI swallowed, the words striking me, my dick went rock hard threatening to explode. Ethan smiled enjoying the surprise on my face. He moved closer until the heat between us was nearly visible. He came to where I was sitting behind my desk, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt running his finger across my chest. I looked at him, trying to figure out what he was up to.“Is that so?” I said, trying not to be distracted. I needed to focus, I couldn’t afford to get sidetracked by his gorgeous body. “Why?”“Because I miss you.” He whispered in my ear.“You do?” I was trying to get my heart rate to slow down. His sweet, soft voice was doing something to me. “How much?”“I want you, Alex. I really do.”I could have pulled him to me, right then, but I was enjoying the game. “Show me how much you want me, Ethan. I want to see how bad you want it.”He stepped between my legs and dropped to his knees, his hands on my thighs. He looked up at me. “Can I?”“Do it,” I said.Ethan’s fingers were quick o

Ethan’s povI woke up sore with a smile on my face. It was a good, lingering kind of sore that reminded me of the night before. Sunlight streamed across the sheets of my big bed and I lay there for a bit, breathing in Alex’s scent on the pillow. I remembered him holding me, kissing me, and something new in his eyes not just coldness, but something softer and real.I moved and blushed as my body reacted to the memory. My plan to seduce Alex into bed had worked, maybe too well. He had given in completely, until I was screaming his name and the sheets was a mess because we couldn’t stop and he stayed after. I was so happy, he didn’t get up and leave like before…..he fell asleep holding me.The thought warmed me, giving me hope. He had stayed the night that means something had changed between us. I could feel it from the way he looked at me, his touch were gentler and more eager. Maybe I was winning and the ice around Alex’s heart was starting to melt.I stretched, then sat up and looked