All Chapters of A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lily's pov……. Andrew leads me to his bedroom,easing me onto the bed before cradling me against him. His heat warms me, makes me safe.I look up at him looking down at me. “It’s okay. I won’t break. You don’t have to hover over me anymore.”He doesn’t move. “Who says this is for you?”My heart melts a little. I just want to cuddle against him. Let him hold me and protect me from the insanity of the last couple hours. His powerful arms make me feel invincible. Is it crazy to always want him there?His dark gaze sees straight into my soul, exposing my fears, my insecurities.His lips curl into a gentle smile, accepting.Waiting.It seems so obvious now. My heart beats faster, in time with my breaths.I’m choking up just a little. We belong. He gives me safety, comfort. Love.His voice drips with dark promise. “Raise your arms.”I don’t even think about it. I just do.The soft fabric contrasts with his rough fingers as they slide along my bare skin, until he throws my shirt as

Lily’s POV — The sunlight wakes me before anything else does—warm, gentle, sliding across my bare shoulder like a shy touch. It takes me a second to remember where I am.Andrew’s bed.Andrew’s sheets.Andrew’s scent wrapped around my skin.My heart stumbles.Everything is soft and quiet, as if the world itself is holding its breath. My body aches in places I won’t think about right now, but it’s a good ache—warm, heavy, like falling into a memory you never want to leave.I turn slightly and see him.Andrew is sitting on the chair beside the bed, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, watching me as if I’m the first sunrise he’s ever seen. His hair is messy, his shirt is half unbuttoned, and he looks… undone.By me.The thought makes my cheeks burn.“You’re awake,” he says quietly.His voice is softer than it was last night—softer than I’ve ever heard it. Like he’s speaking to a fragile thing.“I—yeah,” I whisper.He stands, slow and deliberate, and sits beside me. His fingers brush a

Lily’s POV I woke to the faint scent of coffee drifting through the air and sunlight spilling across the bedroom floor. For a moment, I didn’t move, just listened to Andrew moving quietly in the kitchen. The sound of him humming softly, cups clinking, and the occasional scrape of a spoon was like a lullaby that somehow made the world feel safe, warm, and entirely mine.I went downstairs He noticed me. Of course, he noticed me. He always did. His eyes lifted from the mug he was holding, and a grin spread across his face—the kind that made my stomach flip and my heart stutter.“Morning,” he said, voice soft but tinged with amusement.“Morning,” I murmured, “You slept well?” he asked, leaning against the counter.I nodded, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. “Better than I have in a long time.”He smiled, that slow, knowing smile that made me want to lean into him and never leave. “Good,” he said simply, and it was enough.Breakfast was a quiet, domestic affair. I poured the

Andrew’s POV —The drive over to my father’s house was a blur. My knuckles were white around the steering wheel, and every red light, every pedestrian, felt like it was mocking me, slowing me down while my rage burned hotter. I gripped the envelope containing the DNA results, the weight of it anchoring the storm of emotions that had been building since yesterday.Anger. Betrayal. Confusion. Hurt. Every one of them punched me in the chest, twisting my stomach, making me wish I could erase every memory I had of him—my father, or the man I had been told was my father.I slammed the car door behind me.The house loomed before me, pristine and cold, the manicured lawn a stark contrast to the chaos I felt inside. I walked up the steps, hand trembling—not with fear, but with a dangerous, coiled energy. The front door swung open before I even had a chance to knock.He was there. My father. The man who had raised me, molded me, lied to me. And in that moment, every polite memory, every moment

Andrew’s POV — The city looked different on the drive back. Quieter, slower, yet buzzing underneath like it knew what had changed. I gripped the steering wheel as if it were the only thing keeping me tethered, the memories of the past forty-eight hours flashing through my mind: the twins in my arms, Adrian’s screens lighting up with every hacked file, the satisfaction of finally transferring my father’s assets, and the heavy weight of the charges I had filed. And Lily. She was the only reason I hadn’t completely unraveled. Her image kept me grounded when I wanted to scream, break things, or disappear into the chaos of my own making. Pulling up outside our apartment, I felt my chest tighten. I didn’t know what I would find. Would she be angry? Frightened? Betrayed by my absence? I swallowed hard and stepped out, running a hand through my hair. The moment I opened the door, laughter floated through the door, Aria's laughter. They all looked up at me, lily's face turned to a frown