All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SIENNA'S POV“Ah!” I exclaimed sharply, promptly sliding my thumb into my mouth.I glared at the kettle I’d just burned it on, as if that would hurt it back.I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly because my hands were shaking.Not violently though, and thankfully not enough to spill water or drop the porcelain.But it shook quite enough that the teacup rattled faintly when I set it on the marble counter.The sound echoed too loudly in the pristine kitchen, and I sighed as I briefly contemplated whether the pain on my thumb needed first aid or not.Deciding against first aid, I reached over, turned on the tap and held the red tip of my thumb under the spray.I hissed softly and sucked in a breath through my teeth, annoyed more at myself than the pain. I hated moments like this. Little betrayals of composure. And I hated not being at my full potential.There was a sudden shift in the air as I felt another presence in the kitchen.I didn’t need to turn around to know Monica Ashbour

ANYTA'S POVAlice and Grandma Jo were on their feet instantly.“What’s that?” Alice asked.“Well let's find out,” I answered.I set the boxes on the coffee table, opened the larger one first and promptly sucked in a shocked breath.Inside was a deep-gold dress, rich and luminous, the fabric liquid-soft beneath my fingers.“Why, hello gorgeous,” I heard Grandma Jo breathe softly as I raised the dress and held it over my body.It looked like it would be form-hugging on me, and although I had a love-hate relationship with my body, I was beginning to lean more towards showing it off, so the dress’ cut elated me.“Now that's a dangerous neckline,” Alice muttered appreciatively. And I chuckled as I studied the plunge. It was daring but not vulgar.I loved it.Already bubbling with excitement, I checked the second box which held a pair of black heels that looked like they belonged in a fairytale.“Oh my,” Alice breathed.Grandma Jo whistled. “Well. That settles it. Looks like you have someth

EVERETT’S POVI was fuming. Steam-pouring-out-of-my-ears, stomach-aching, chest-heaving, fuming!It was definitely not the sharp, fleeting kind that burned out as quickly as it flared. This one was deep, seeping into every crevice of my being like acid corrosion.It was the kind that made my jaw ache from clenching and my hands curl into fists without conscious thought.I stormed out of the side room minutes after Anyta followed the man out, pulse roaring in my ears.I’d lost control with her, again. The second time.What is fucking wrong with me?!There was really nothing special about her, besides the obvious fact that her body had changed, in a way that I appreciated far more than I wanted to.But there were so many other women like that, so many who would fall on my feet at the flick of a wrist.Perhaps that was it. The fact the she was refusing to fall at my feet was frustrating and magnetic.I should've treated her better when she was mine.That was the truth I didn’t want to a

ANYTA'S POVPerhaps I should've let Alice stay.Instead, I'd told the nanny to take the whole day off, since it was also my day off.I was in the middle of making dinner, trying to get Teddy to eat his fruits while keeping an eye on the macaroni on the stove.The toddler was determined to grab everything within reach. I turned just in time to see him nudge his plate towards the edge of the kitchen island.“Okay, you're done,” I murmured, wiping his face even as he struggled to get away.I carried him to the living room and turned on the television to his favourite station.“Peggy Sue,” I huffed a bit irritably.She came running enthusiastically, and a smile tugged at my lips as I leaned down and gently rubbed her back.“Keep and eye on Teddy for me, will you?”I took her little yelp as a “yes.”Returning to the kitchen, I finished the dishes and cleaned Teddy's eating spot, then checked my attempt at making cinnamon rolls, in the oven, before proceeding to fix a salad recipe I found o

EVERETT'S POV“What the…”My hand stilled mid towel-drying my hair and I blew out an irritated breath as I adjusted the towel around my waist.“Do you ever knock?” I snapped, the edge of my irritation cutting through. “Stop making a habit of walking into my room like you own it.”Sienna tilted her head, a smirk teasing her lips. “Maybe you should start locking your door then.”“And will that honestly stop you from invading my privacy?” I arched a brow as I fling the towel in my hand away. “You’re addicted to me. It makes you act foolish, desperate.”She scoffed, rolling her eyes in that way that proved I’d definitely hit a mark.“You talk a big game for a man who can hardly resist me either. Making all this noise and still sleeping with me afterwards doesn't really count, sorry.”A smile tugged at my lips. Who was going to tell her that taking her roughly in my office, or in the kitchen, had nothing to do with how irresistible she was. And everything to do withu need to get back at L