The Billionaire's Breaking Point のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

{ADAM}“Just an unhinged person she used to know.”That’s what she fucking called me. The weight of the bar sits heavy on my palms as I press it up. Sweat drips down my face and through my body, but the hollow ache sitting deep in my chest can't let me focus on my routine.“Tone those abs, man. You’ll need them chiseled for the launch cuz the ladies love that shit!” Dave cheers at me. He’s standing there with a towel over his shoulder, grinning like an overpaid hypeman.The bastard doesn’t even last more than one set before he’s huffing like an old man. I sneer at him, grabbing the bar again. “Of course, Dave. Yapping as always instead of lifting.”“Come on, I've got stuff to plan. Who needs abs anyways? We can use yours.”“BlueDave’s Marina?” I groan under the weight, my arms trembling as I push it back up. “You should sue your PR for coming up with a dumb as fuck name.”Dave barks a laugh. “You kidding me? Blue for the water, man. You know I’ve always wanted to be in the navy s

Adam picks the mic from the media rep, holds it close to his mouth, and clears his throat.The whole attention of the room shifts to him like he's Mr. President.My throat already goes dry instantly. Of course he’s here to ruin me.But I stretch my lips into a smile. It feels painful and fake, but I do it anyway, for the cameras, for my investors, for the deal I’ve fought so hard for.“Good evening, everyone,” his deep voice rolls across the room.“Good evening,” several voices of men and women respond to him.“First, allow me to introduce myself properly.” His eyes scan the audience for a few silent seconds.“My name is Adam Hilton. I’m a global hotel investor and the CEO of XyleX Biotech Labs. And yes…” he pauses, then suddenly gestures at me with a half-smirk, “that extraordinary woman standing there is my wife.”My stomach twists so hard I nearly bend forward.Heat shoots to my face, to my ears. I grip the mic so tight my fingers almost smash it.I glance at Zara. Her eyes are wid

I keep my eyes on my laptop screen, my fingers moving fast over the keyboard as a new line of code forms.My head is far from calm.“I still find it hard to believe,” I mutter. “Using a fake company name and dropping sixteen million dollars into our brand.”Zara’s voice moans from the bed. “Sixteen million dollars or not, he needs to be removed, ASAP.”“I’ll work on it.”“And what about the part where he called you his wife?” she asks.I pause. My fingers hang on my keyboard. I don’t even know how to answer that.“I don’t even know, I don’t know what his silly game is.”“But all I know is that he’ll lose. Whatever trick he’s pulling, sneaking into my business, it won’t work.”“Well, you talked to him,” Zara says, propping herself up on her elbow. “What’s his deal?”I drag in a deep breath. “He said he wants me back.”Zara bursts out laughing. “He what? Oh God. Adam’s impossible.”“It’s not funny, Zara. I think Adam’s gone really crazy this time. This isn’t a joke.”Zara shifts up, si

His hands finally grab me, pulling me in like he can’t hold back anymore.I let him hold me, the hot wetness already dripping through my shorts.He drags me up onto his seat, my body pressing into his chest as his arms circle tightly around my waist. His lips find mine again, hungrier this time, sucking and taking me like he doesn’t want me to breathe.My hands clutch at his shirt and I could feel his hard abs. He grabs my ass and presses me really tight against himself.His hands slip through the open hem of my shorts, touching the bare skin of my ass, as I'm not wearing anything else under.His fingers suddenly brush my pussy, circling the wetness around my clit with his finger, and I let out a sudden moan.My thighs quake aggressively with need and they clench together, as Hunter keeps circling my clit.“Ohhh… God” I moan, “please don't… don't stop.”He keeps going and and my hips are already dancing to the rhythm of his finger, my pussy begs to be filled, to be fully consumed.Bu

{ADAM}"Alright everyone, listen the fuck up!" My voice booms through the mic, rising above the music and the noise."This evening isn’t about me. It’s about this crazy bastard right here, Dave Sterling! The man who built the BlueDave Marina!" I slap Dave’s shoulder hard, and he chuckles, waving at the crowd.I shake my head. "Now, I told him that name was dumb as fuck. BlueDave? Really? But looking at y'all faces this evening… I confess, I was dead wrong!"Everyone beams with bright smiles and laughter, whistles flying everywhere. I pause, glancing through their bright faces. Some are holding their phones in the air, recording me; a few are taking selfies, some have their eyes glued to me like I’m dropping wisdom. The rest don’t actually give a shit, they’re unpacking food boxes on the deck, fully ready for a picnic in the middle of the sea."Looking at all your faces—the smiles, the laughs, the breeze, the whole damn vibe, it’s perfect!"“Yeaahhhhhh!” their cheers get louder.Then