All Chapters of NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CRACKS IN THE MORNING My eyes opened, as soon as I felt his hands rubbing on my thighs, I turn to him , “Morning” I say to him , smiling lightly as warmth floods through me at his touch. “Did you enjoy last night?” He asked with a smirk on his face . “I did ” I lied, he didn’t say anything to me after the sex last night. He traces his hands from thighs up and softly cups my breasts, my breath hitched as he caressed them. “I want to give you more of that” he says as moves much closer now, he takes my hands and guides them to feel how hard his dick was. I gasp . He knows how to drive me crazy , “I want that” I mutter, looking into his eyes as i surrender to him. he turns me the other way , my back now facing him , he grabs my neck softly , as he slides his hard dick slide inside my soaked throbbing pussy, I moan after each thrust , “Take that dick” he says going faster, and faster and….”arghh” he cries pulling out . I watch him quickly get up and get into the shower. I knew he wasn

THE SCENE AT SKYBOUNDThe moment I step out of the car, I know I don’t belong here. The glass doors ahead reflect a version of me I barely recognize ,bare face, oversized T-shirt that hangs past my thighs, bathroom flip-flops smacking against the tiled floor as I walk. My hair is still damp from the shower, sticking to my neck. I look… undone. everyone inside looks like they belong on a magazine cover , polished, pressed, perfect . I got very curious stares as I storm into the reception area. My flip flops slapping against the polished tiles as I storm through the doors . The receptionist’s eyes go wide the moment she sees me. “Uh… ma’am, can I help you?”she asks. “ I’m here to see Daniel,” I say, voice firm, steady or at least I try to make it sound that way , “ma’am, I’m sorry, but you can’t just walk in like that ”“I said , I need to see Daniel ! ,” I cut her off. She blinks, clearly confused. “I understand that ma’m , but you would need to book an appointment for that, he’s in a

A STRANGER’S TOUCH I didn’t stop him …the ache in my chest twists into something else , something darker , hotter . He glances at me , his jaw tight , his eyes asking a question I already know the answer to, I should’ve said no . But instead, I whisper “just drive” . The music hums low from the speakers, the city lights streaking past the windshield like broken starts . I close my eyes , trying to breathe, but my heart won’t slow down. The silence between us isn’t empty , it’s thick, charged, like we’re both pretending not to feel the same pull. “We are here “he says, smiling at me, as the car finally slows, we’re in front of a house that looks nothing like mine, tall gates, warm lights glowing through wide glass windows, and a long driveway lined with trees that shimmer under the streetlamps. It’s quiet here, too quiet, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. He gets out of the car and opens my side of the door for me, such a gentleman, and that made me throb. He grabs my ha

THE SOUND OF HIS RETURN When I get home, everything feels too quiet. The house is calm, but not in a peaceful way , it’s quiet . The door clicks shut behind me, echoing through the apartment like a reminder that I’m alone again. The faint smell of Daniel’s cologne still lingers somewhere in the air, mixed with coffee and dust. The curtains are half-drawn, letting thin bands of sunlight cut across the living room floor. My shoes come off with a dull thud, My heels scrape softly against the tiled floor as I step inside. I stand there for a second, just breathing, trying to make the world stop spinning. The guilt in my chest hasn’t left , it’s grown, swelling, pressing against my ribs until I can hardly breathe. Adrian’s house feels like a dream I shouldn’t have touched. His warmth, his voice, his hand brushing mine across the table, all of it replaying like scenes from a movie I don’t want to watch. But this house… this is real. This is where I belong. Or at least where I used to.I wa

THE TABLE FOR TWO The restaurant door opens with a soft chime, and for a moment, I just stand there, breathing in the familiar smell , roasted garlic, fresh bread, and the faint sweetness of something baking. It’s been years since I last came here. Yet everything looks exactly the same. The soft amber lights, the brown leather booths, the little vase with a single white flower on each table. I swallow hard and walk inside. My heels click lightly on the tiled floor, the sound almost too loud for how quiet the place feels. It’s the same restaurant Daniel and I used to come to, our place. The waiter behind the counter looks up and smiles politely. “Table for one?” he asks. “Yeah,” I say softly. My voice barely comes out. He leads me to a corner booth by the window. Our booth. The one Daniel always liked because it had a view of the street. I slide into the seat slowly, running my hand across the smooth wooden table. The varnish is still shiny, warm to the touch. It feels like touchin