All Chapters of The Billionaire's Breaking Point : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I push the door open, we get in and I shut it behind me, leaving just the two of us under this rain shower.Her brown eyes glow a bit under the red light and it highlights her cute face, the water drenching her hair as it falls over her face.I catch her smirking. I know she loves it.“You love it, don't you?” I ask, and she gives me a slow nod.I set her on the floor, slowly pushing her body till her back hits the mirror walls.My lips collide with hers, driven by a hunger I can't stop.Her lips melt into mine, so soft and addicting. It drives me feral with need.I slowly drink her tongue, claiming every breath of hers, every fluid that comes out of her mouth.Her hand grabs my dick and she starts stroking it. Fuck! The feeling is insane!I pull my lips back just to look at her.Her lips are swollen. She's staring at me with this fire in her eyes. I know she feels this pull as bad as I do.“Tell me again, baby, tell me you'll come to me after this. I want to hear you say it. Tell me

My head's pounding. Not from the bourbon I drank last night, but from the fucking circus my life has turned into. I came in late around 1 PM to this meeting yet it's been stretching for far too long. It's already 5:45 PM. They should get it over with, I've got plans for this evening.The speaker at the front of the room is droning on about market projections, but his voice is just a buzz in my ears. All I can hear is the quiet, wet sniffle coming from the chair right next to me.I look over at Diana. She’s crying. Again.Her face is turned down, but I can see the tears drawing black lines through her makeup. She promised she wouldn’t do this today. She swore she’d be cool. And now here she is, in the middle of a goddamn investor meeting, ruining her face with tears.I don’t know what to do. Put an arm around her? That feels like the wrong fucking signal. Pat her shoulder? That’s just pathetic.I breathe out in pure exhaustion, exasperation, tiredness and sleeplessness before rea

The car screeches and makes a forced stop on the empty road. He doesn’t even look where he’s pulling over, his eyes are just locked on me.“Why him?” he asks, with a voice so calm it feels like a delicate touch.“Why’d you say yes to Hunter?”My lips part with a soft gasp. I wasn’t exactly expecting that. I don’t even know what to say. In my head, I’m seeing it all again.Calling Hunter, telling him I wanted a wedding, planning it all in one crazy week. I feel like a madhouse of bad decisions.“I wanted to hurt you,” I say to him. The words tasting bitter in my mouth.“I wanted to make you feel… everything, Adam. Everything you’ve ever made me feel.”“And after that?” he asks.My heart drops all the way down to my feet, because I don’t have a damn answer for that question.His question feels like it’s boring into me, probing for an answer that’s too real, too ugly to talk about.“Baby.” He reaches over and takes my hand. He brings it to his lips and presses a soft kiss right in the

We finally climb the last stair to the deck and—oh my God. The space is so big, way bigger than I expected.But my eyes get really wide the second I set my foot down on the glass floor beneath me.The sea is infinite below me. It’s dark and rolling, and I can see it perfectly through the clear glass panels. Every hair on my body tingles with goosebumps.Adam is standing completely still behind me, just watching me with his hands by his sides. I can’t even look away from the view.The sight under my feet is thrilling, and terrifying, and exciting, all at once. I take a deep breath and just stand there on the spot. I can’t even move. What if the glass cracks?The whole deck is made of glass. Golden lights are hanging delicately above like tiny butterflies, blinking softly in rhythm with the gentle music that’s playing in the yacht.A little gasp escapes my lips at the sight of it all. This feels like being on an entirely different planet.My gaze drifts to the interior, and I slowly

My legs can't stop shaking. We've been sitting for over two hours in this private hospital waiting area, and I've been sipping this bland-tasting water. Zara’s still choking with laughs beside me."Okay, but my favorite part is still the juice. You have to tell me about the juice again," she says.I groan and lift her hand off my shoulder. "Zara, we've been over this. It wasn't that funny."She shakes her head. "Not funny? Babe, Adam Hilton—billionaire, tech genius, human rage tornado—was squeezing pomegranates into a bowl while yelling at his phone in three different languages."My lips burst out again with a loud laugh. I'm remembering the tornado of events that played out last night just because I told Adam I'm seasick. "Don't make me laugh, Zara. And he wasn't yelling. He was… passionately confused.""The doctor had a thick French accent. Adam thought he said 'pomegranate detox' but the guy actually said 'promethazine,' which is a drug."Zara blinks. "So instead of getting you m