All Chapters of A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lily’s POV...........Adrian led us through the Obsidian room like a man giving a tour of his private kingdom.Every step we took unveiled something new—red velvet lounges, mirrored walls, and slow, rhythmic music that hummed in my chest. The air smelled like smoke, whiskey, and temptation.“This is a club and a light bdsm room, we have private rooms for people who want their privacy, and we also have public places for people who love to watch and be watched" he said looking at me “Here in obsidian room, everyone is allowed to have different kinks, everyone comes here for different reasons, to unleash who they really are and that's why people wear masks”I looked around, and the few people who were not wearing masks were very few including me and Sophia with few waitresses Sophia was hanging onto every word he said. Literally. Her hand brushed his arm more than once, and Adrian didn’t seem to mind. His attention was fixed on her—his eyes following her every movement with lazy inter

Lily’s POVIf hangovers had a sequel, I was definitely living it.After the longest day of pretending to be fine at work, I just wanted something cold, sweet, and uncomplicated — like ice cream.“Two scoops of caramel fudge, please,” I told the vendor, collapsing onto the bench beside Sophia. The late afternoon sun was warm, the city buzzing lazily around us. Sophia licked her cone like it was the best thing on earth.After Andrew gave me the day off, I woke Sophia up so we could get ice cream “So,” she began, grinning. “How’s your boss? Still God’s gift to women?”I groaned. “He gave me painkillers today.”“Ooooh. Intimate.”“Shut up.”Sophia laughed, bumping my shoulder. “Come on, Lily. You’ve been all broody since the club. Did something happen?”I bit into my cone, pretending the taste distracted me. How could I explain the way that man with the silver mask had looked at me — like he saw straight through me? Like I was the only one in the room?Before I could answer, I froze.A f

Lily’s POVI swore I would never step into Éclat Boutique again.But the memory of Andrew’s words—Stop throwing yourself at me—kept replaying in my head, louder than the rustle of satin and the click of hangers., I went back in —alone.No smug billionaire, no hovering attendants. Just me, my savings card, and a tiny sliver of pride.I ignored the mannequins dripping in diamonds and went straight for a simple, floor-length gown in navy blue. It wasn’t flashy, but it hugged my figure just right, with thin straps and a modest neckline that still felt elegant. I paired it with silver heels and small crystal earrings.When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.For the first time in a while, I didn’t look broken. I looked… enough.By evening, the driver Andrew sent was waiting outside my apartment. A black Mercedes with tinted windows, and a man in a crisp suit holding the door open.“Miss Hart,” he greeted politely. “Mr. Sterling asked me to pick you up.”Of course, he did.I

Lily’s POVDinner with Andrew Sterling was… torture pure torture.The restaurant was silent except for the occasional clinking of cutlery and murmured conversations from nearby tables. Andrew sat across from me, the golden light from the chandelier tracing his sharp jawline, the edge of control in every movement.He barely looked up from his meal, but every time his eyes did meet mine, I felt stripped bare — like he could read everything I wasn’t saying.“Eat,” he murmured once, voice calm but commanding. “You’ve barely touched your food.”I obeyed, mostly because his gaze left no room for argument.And because I wasn't in the mood for arguments After dinner, the silence between us stretched like a tight rope — one wrong step, and I’d fall right into the dangerous thing simmering between us.“Thank you for dinner” I saidHe only grunted When we got back to the suite, I threw off my heels, kicked them under the couch, and took a deep breath.It was just one night. I’d sleep on the be

Lily’s POV.......My new hotel room is shit, the shower isn't working ad the lights are blinking, I grabbed my bag and knocked on Andrew's door.He opened it immediately “Can I sleep here, Ill sleep on the couch please”He only sighed and left the door open for me*****The next morning, sunlight poured into the room far too early. I groaned, dragging myself out of bed. Andrew was already up, as usual—I could hear faint music coming from the adjoining room. Curious, I walked to the room—and froze.He was working out. Shirtless.My brain short-circuited for a second.His body moved with perfect rhythm, muscles shifting with each push-up, each pull of breath. The early light caught on his skin, outlining every defined line like something out of a dream—or a sin.He didn’t notice me at first. I should’ve looked away. I didn’t.He finally glanced up, catching me mid-stare.His lips curved into that dangerous, knowing smirk. “Like what you see, Miss Hart?”Heat flooded my face instantly