All Chapters of The Billionaire's Good girl. Not.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Sensitive already,” he murmured, his forehead pressing to mine, his voice thick with control. “Good. Because you’re going to take everything I give you.”His thumb circled my clit in slow, deliberate strokes, each one pulling another helpless whimper from my throat. My legs trembled, trying to close around his hand, but his body pinned me against the door, unmovable, relentless.“Maverick—I can’t,” I gasped, my voice breaking as his fingers twisted inside me, finding that spot that made my vision blur.“Yes, you can,” he growled softly, his lips brushing mine. “And you will.”I cried out when he pushed deeper, his pace shifting—harder now, ruthless. Every drag of his fingers sent shockwaves through me, my body betraying me as heat built again far too quickly. The overstimulation was unbearable, raw, every nerve pulled tight as a bowstring.“You’re going to cum for me again,” he said, his breath hot against my ear, his tone low and commanding. “And you’re going to do it with your wrist

My pulse stopped. The words glared back at me, bold and merciless, stretching across the screen like they’d been carved there just to gut me. I read them once. Again. A third time. My breath wouldn’t catch. The article showed a picture—Maverick in a sharp suit, Bianca Thomas beside him, her hand resting delicately on his arm. Smiling. Perfect. The phone slipped in my grip, almost tumbling to the floor. I caught it with both hands, but they wouldn’t stop trembling. The man who had kissed me like I was his world less than an hour ago was now plastered across every gossip site in the city… engaged to someone else. The air in the car went thin. My lungs refused to work. And all I could do was stare at the screen, my heart cracking with every beat. Didn't he say she was just a friend of Lisa's? A tear slipped from my right eye. I cleaned it immediately and took in a deep breath. Oh, Camilla, you have just been played once again. When I got to my apartment, I didn’t know how long

The phone was still warm in my hand when I pressed it to my ear again. For a moment, neither of us spoke, just silence stretching between two people who had been too close the night before. Then Maverick’s voice slid through, calm, steady—like he’d practiced this speech a thousand times.“Carla, the news isn’t what it looks like.”I swallowed, my throat tight. “What news?” My tone was even, detached. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly that headline had gutted me.He sighed, the sound brushing against my ear, heavy with frustration. “Don’t do that. Don’t pretend you didn’t see it. I know you’ve been cold since last night. It’s because of the tabloids, isn’t it?”I leaned back in my chair, eyes fixed on the ceiling, refusing to let my emotions bleed into my voice. “You tell me, Maverick. Should I be cold?”He groaned low, as if I was making this harder than it needed to be. “I was going to tell you myself. I swear it. The announcement wasn’t supposed to go public l

Six months later.The seatbelt light blinked off, but I didn’t move right away. My hand pressed against the lapel of my blazer, fingers grazing the faint curve beneath it. I’d learned how to dress for boardrooms and hide a growing secret at the same time—structured jackets, darker colors, lines that pulled the eye everywhere but down.I stood when the aisle cleared, careful, composed. To anyone watching, I was just another businesswoman stepping off a plane. They wouldn’t see the weight I carried. They wouldn’t guess the life curled warm and fragile inside me.But I felt it. Every step I took reminded me.The air outside was heavy, heat clinging to my skin as I crossed into Abu Dhabi. A city that glittered with glass and steel, one I hadn’t thought I’d return to so soon. But this time wasn’t for him. This time was for the deal.The PI’s voice still echoed in my memory, scratchy through the phone line the night he’d called. “The engagement with Bianca Thomas isn’t love. It’s leverage.

The city lights blurred as I drove back from the restaurant, my hands tight on the wheel. I’d kept my face smooth while Bianca cooed and clung, while Maverick’s eyes burned across the table, but the second I stepped outside that glass door, the mask cracked.I shouldn’t have gone there. I should’ve eaten in my room, hidden behind room service and silence. Instead, I’d sat in the very place I once dreamed of sharing with him and watched another woman press her lips to his cheek like she owned him.By the time I pulled into the hotel’s underground lot, my chest ached from holding everything in. I killed the engine, sat there for a long moment with my forehead resting against the steering wheel, just breathing.“Pull it together,” I whispered to myself. My hand slipped to the swell beneath my blouse, a gesture I didn’t think about anymore. The baby kicked faintly, a soft flutter. My throat tightened. “For you,” I added under my breath. “Always for you.”The elevator ride up felt endless,