The Billionaire's Breaking Point のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

My knees tremble as I stare at the empty table in the middle of the sitting room.“I sure as hell left that PC on top of there last night. Where the hell is it?”My feet drag forward toward the table and I push out the slim drawers to check if I somehow tucked it in there, but they're empty.Both the first, second, and third drawers. All empty.I crouch down and peek under the sofas, but they're all neatly cleaned with nothing under them.My stomach drops.“Jesus Christ!” My hands dig into my hair, as if they'll help calm down the sea of thoughts jamming together all at once.“Zara!?” I call out and she finally rushes out of the room. “I can't find my laptop!”Her eyes widen. “What do you mean?” she asks.My stomach burns really hard like I have acid in it, looking at Zara's shocked face. That means she also doesn't know where the hell it is.“I left it on top of there last night,” my hand gestures to the empty table as we both look at it again, as if it will suddenly appear back the

My hands will not stop shaking.I sit in the cold silver chair at the police station and I press my palms down on my thighs to try and make them still, but it's not working. Everything inside me feels like it is vibrating with a scared, angry energy.Zara sits next to me. She hasn’t said a word for the last five minutes. Something about her face makes me want to laugh.She just keeps looking from my face to the busy police officers walking around, and then back to my face.I feel like I might throw up. My stomach is twisting into knots so tight it actually hurts to breathe deeply. What am I even doing here? This is Adam Hilton. He has lawyers for his lawyers. How will this even affect him?“But he already destroyed you,” a small, angry voice whispers in my head. “He took your laptop. He cost you 20 million dollars today. What else can he take?”“Hermione Bennett?” My heart jolts as I hear my name.A dark haired police officer with a notepad in his hand is standing in front of us. H

{ADAM}I check my watch, it’s already 8:43 pm.Maybe she just gave up. Maybe she really isn’t coming.The damn thought sits in my gut like a heavy stone. I look over at her silver laptop, sitting right there on the wooden table where I left it for her. If she doesn’t show up tonight, I’ll have Six send it back to her first thing in the morning. I can’t hold it for a whole week, no matter what I threatened; she needs it for her work, and starving her of her own dreams is a fucking stupid way to win her back. It was a desperate, shitty thing to do.I stand up and start pacing the length of the glass balcony, the city lights spread out beneath me like a carpet of fallen stars. “Shit, should I just call her?” My hand fucking itches to grab my phone.My eyes drift to Six, standing stiff and silent by the elevator doors like a ghost.Asking him would be a bad idea. I'm sure he thinks I’ve completely lost my damn mind, turning the top of my own hotel to a romance movie scene.But the si

He walks over to my side of the table. My whole body goes on alert. What is he doing?He stops right behind me. I can feel the heat from his body even though he isn’t touching me yet. I sit completely still, my back straight, trying to act like I don't care.Then I feel his hands touch my neck, and my body flinches hard.“Relax,” he murmurs with that smoky voice.He spreads a necklace across my neck, but I can't see what it looks like.I touch it and it's a diamond. It feels cold against my skin for a second, before it warms up. His fingers brush my neck as he tries to find the clasp. His touch is light, but it's like fire against my skin. His breath is warm on my cheek and he is so close. Why is he taking so long?“Aren’t you done?” I bite out.His hands still for a moment. “Just calm down, my love,” he says.And his voice… it’s different. It’s the softest I have ever heard it. There’s no trace of arrogance in it. It’s just soft. The sound of it does something stupid to my stomac

{ADAM}As soon as I open the box, my fucking hands will not stop shaking.I look up at her, and she's already thrown her gaze somewhere else, totally avoiding my eyes."Hermione. Look at me. Please," I say, holding her hand tight.She finally turns, and I wish I could read the emotions on her face."This isn't a new ring. It's the same one. The one I put on your finger the first time, when I was too much of a bastard to know what it really meant."My chest feels heavy, there's so many words I wish to say at this moment and I hope I get them right."I've made a thousand mistakes, baby. I've hurt you in ways I can never take back.”“And I will spend the rest of my goddamn life trying to pay for every single one of them. Even if it takes forever, I'll do it."I look right into her eyes, needing her to see that I mean every word I'm about to say. "But… I can't spend that life without you in it. I want it all with you.”“The arguments, the making up... the quiet mornings. I want the famil