Lahat ng Kabanata ng A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 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, we saw red velvet lounges, mirrored walls, and heard slow, rhythmic music that hummed in my chest. The air smelled like smoke, whiskey, and mixtures of different perfumes. “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 followi

Lily’s POV If 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 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 how 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,

Lily’s POV I 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 without any smug billionaire and 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, I looked nice. 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. Inside, the car smelled faintly of

Lily’s POV Dinner 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 said He 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

Lily’s POV....... My new hotel room is shit, the shower isn't working and the lights are blinking, I grabbed my bag and knocked on Andrew's door. He opened it immediately “Can I sleep here, I’ll 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, curiously, I walked to the room—and froze. He was working out again and he was shirtless. My brain short-circuited for a second. His body moved with perfect rhythm, his muscles shifting with each push-up, each pull of breath. The early sunlight shone 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 but I didn’t. He finally glanced up, catching me mid-stare His lips curved into that dangerous, knowing smirk. “Like what