All Chapters of HIS OBSESSION: The Billionaire’s Little Secret.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

And when my eyes met his, my stomach twisted again.Braxton stood in the hallway, one hand in his pocket, his eyes sharp and unreadable. The entire office was silent except for my mother’s voice echoing through the walls. She was still shouting, her face red, her hair sticking to her forehead like she’d just come from a fight.“Who the hell are you?” she demanded, glaring at him like she owned the place.His expression didn’t change. “I should be asking you the same thing.”“I’m this bitch’s mother!” she said, slapping her palm against her chest. “The ungrateful daughter who can’t even answer my calls or send money to the woman who gave her life!”A few people gasped quietly. I could feel everyone’s eyes burning into my back. My heart pounded so hard it hurt.“Mom, please,” I whispered, my throat tight. “Not here. Let’s go.”But she ignored me completely. “Oh, now you want to act respectful?” She turned to the small crowd of workers watching from their desks. “She’s been pretending to

We sat on a wooden bench under a tree. The wind brushed against my skin, soft and steady, like it was trying to calm something inside me that had been loud for too long.Neither of us spoke at first. The silence wasn’t awkward, it was heavy, but gentle. My heart still ached from everything that happened, but the quiet made it a little easier to breathe.After a while, I said softly, “My mum has always been like that.”Braxton turned his head slightly, his eyes searching my face. He didn’t say anything, he was just listening. I didn’t look back at him. My gaze stayed on the park ahead, on the leaves swaying lightly above us. I needed to get it out. All of it.Ivy was the only one who ever knew what my life was really like growing up. Louis had seen glimpses, he knew how my mom could be, but he never knew everything. To him, she was just a difficult mother who asked for money too often. But she was much more than that. Worse, actually.I took a slow breath. “Ever since I was five and st

I walked into the house and locked the door behind me.The place was quiet.I glanced toward the living room, then checked the kitchen.No Ivy.The door had been locked from the outside when I arrived, which meant she wasn’t home yet.I dropped my bag on the couch and headed straight for the kitchen.I was starving.I pulled out what I needed and started preparing something to eat.As I chopped vegetables, my mind wandered back to work.My mother’s voice.Her words.The way she’d stood there in front of everyone and called me a bastard.I stopped cutting for a second.My chest tightened.I shook my head and continued.No.I wasn’t doing this again.I wasn’t going to stand in the kitchen replaying everything she’d said until I ruined my entire evening.I reached for my phone and connected it to the little Zealot speaker sitting on the counter.Music filled the kitchen.Much better.I started cooking again, moving my hips to the beat.A few minutes later, I was singing along at the top

PartyNextDoor was playing through the speakers as Aiden drove.Ivy was practically glued to him in the passenger seat, singing along to every word while resting against his arm whenever she wasn’t reaching over to touch him.I laughed from the back seat.“You two are doing too much.”Ivy ignored me and kept singing.I joined her from the back, singing the lyrics with her as Aiden drove with one hand on the steering wheel and a small smile on his face.A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of the club.The place was already packed.Music spilled through the entrance, lights flashed against the dark windows, and people crowded around the entrance in expensive clothes.Aiden didn’t even slow down.He pulled up to the front, and a valet immediately came over.“Good evening, Mr. Coleen.”Aiden nodded.“Take care of it.”“Of course, sir.”I got out after Ivy and looked around.The place looked expensive.Aiden led us inside.We didn’t wait in line.A member of staff recognized him almo

I kissed him back before I even knew what the hell I was doing.My lips moved against his as I pulled him against me.His hands moved from my neck down to my waist as he gripped me tightly.“You know what you were doing,” he groaned against my lips.My lips found his again, warm against mine. I caught the faint taste of alcohol on his lips as I leaned into the kiss, my fingers tightening against his shirt.He kissed me back, then his lips moved to my neck as he sucked on it.“You wanted to get a reaction from me, didn’t you?” he asked, his hot breath brushing against my neck.I couldn’t speak. My head fell backward as he gripped my thighs.He pulled away, his eyes piercing through me.His eyes slowly moved from my face to my breasts.He traced his fingers slowly from my lap upward, and his hand cupped my breasts.A shiver ran through me.I hated that his touch had this much power over me.I wanted to push his hand away.My fingers twitched at my sides, but I couldn’t make myself do it