บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Ex’s Dying Billionaire Dad: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

••~~MADDISON~~••“Well Dexter’s out of town, so I don’t know, Maddison… he’s still pissed at you, you know?”I smiled weakly and leaned against the counter trying to convince Cherry to give me my old job. “Yeah, I know, Cherry. But I really need this job.”I’d come back here the same way you come back to an ex you swore you were done with… head down, pride swallowed. The smell of coffee and fried onions serenaded me, and suddenly it felt like I’d never left.Cherry’s brows lifted. “Do you? Because last I checked you’ve got that fancy art thing now. Word on the street says you even got your dad’s studio back. So why this?”I sighed. That’s exactly why I didn’t want Corian buying out every corner of my life. Because people start assuming you’re fine… when in truth, you’re barely hanging on.Dropping my hands on the counter, I leaned forward. “Please, Cherry. All of that is just noise. I need this. I really do.”She studied me, eyes soft but still guarded. I could

••~~MADDISON~~••I thought he was a CEO. A billionaire, sure… but a casino owner? Of course. Of course the universe would find a way to throw me right into his den wearing practically nothing.My luck really had a sick sense of humor. Out of every place I could’ve gotten a job, it had to be his casino. His.I can do this, I whispered to myself, throat tight.No, I can’t. Oh, I really can’t.I could feel my heart racing. I could feel every breath too loud.He looked up, eyes meeting mine… and everything in the room went quiet. The men beside him were still talking, but I couldn’t hear a thing.His stare dragged down my body, and by the time it came back up, his jaw was locked tight and his entire face went red.He was furious.My hands were ice. My legs felt like they might fold.I swallowed hard and forced my legs to move. “Drinks for the boss,” I said softly, setting the tray down.I could feel his eyes on me. On my skin. On my legs. On everything.My hands wer

••~~MADDISON~~••I should've known something was coming when he smirked. That slow, lazy, I-own-the-night smirk."I'm making dinner tonight," I said, breaking the tension, pretending to sound casual even though my voice shook a little.He turned his head slightly, one brow raised. "What?""Compromise clause," I said quickly, trying to sound confident. "I'm making dinner in your shirt tonight."That got him. His lips twitched. His knuckles flexed around the wheel."You haven't even signed the contract," he said, like a warning I didn't want to obey."Well…" I leaned back, pretending to relax even as my pulse thumped like a drum in my ears. "Let's say I'm testing the clause."He gave a short laugh, all teeth and mischief. "You're testing my patience, Tiger… but I can test yours too."My head turned. "What are you—"He didn't answer. He just reached toward the back seat. I heard something move, heard him pick something up. My breath caught."Corian, what—""Li

••~~MADDISON~~••I lifted my arms slowly. He stepped close, so close I could feel the heat of him. Could smell musk and danger.He tied my wrists together behind his neck. My back to him. The position made me arch against him. Made my flush press into his.The ball shifted. I whimpered."That's it," he murmured, his mouth near my ear. "You feel that, don't you? Every little movement.""Yes," I breathed.His hand slid into my hair again. Fisted it. Tilted my head back."I've been dying to do something," he whispered."What?""Fuck these perfect tits of yours."Heat exploded through me. "Corian…""Shh." His free hand moved. Slowly. So slowly. Down my neck. Over my collarbone.The first button of his shirt came undone.Then the second.His fingers brushed my skin. Barely touching. Just enough to make me shake."Please," I whispered."Please what?""Touch me.""I am touching you.""More."He smiled against my ear. "Greedy girl.""Your fault.""Is it?""You made me

••~~MADDISON~~••The bell above the door chimed.I looked up from my canvas. Paint still wet on my fingers. My heart doing that stupid flutter thing it does when I think Corian might walk in.I returned another car… and I sent Ausley away… again.So something tells me he is definitely angry walking in here today.And I am angrily waiting for him to.But it wasn't Corian.It was Angelique Raine.'The' Angelique Raine. My icon.The last time I saw her was at the Rig and now she's here, standing in my dad's studio. In her perfect coat and perfect shoes and perfect everything.I almost dropped my brush."Ms. Raine," I said. My voice came out squeaky. I cleared my throat. "I mean... this is... wow."She smiled."Oh, call me Angelique.""Angelique," I repeated. Still couldn't believe she was here. In this half-empty space with paint cans in the corner and my amateur work scattered on the floor."It's such a pleasant surprise," I managed."Corian called," she said, walking