All Chapters of NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I knew what he was really asking: Do you want to turn your back to her? Block her line of sight? Make it harder for her to keep staring? . I considered it for half a second. Part of me wanted to, wanted to hide from the weight of her attention, pretend it wasn’t happening. But another part, the stubborn, petty part, refused. “No,” I said, keeping my tone light. “I’m good right here. The sunset’s prettier from this angle anyway.”He nodded once, short and tight, then forced his focus back to me. “Yeah. You’re right.” But he didn’t relax. His free hand drummed once on the table, quick, restless, before he caught himself and stopped. He reached for a piece of bread from the basket the waiter had dropped off earlier, tore off a chunk, dipped it in the olive oil, and offered it to me first.I took it, our fingers brushing. “Thanks.” Across the terrace, Elena finally lifted her glass to her lips again. Slow sip. Eyes never leaving him. When she lowered it, there was this curve to her mouth,

Her friends hovered a few steps behind, frozen in shock. The entire terrace had gone dead silent except for the song still thumping through the speakers. She stared down at Adrian, chest still heaving like she’d sprinted across the terrace instead of just yanking him backward.Her eyes were wide, pupils blown, wild with something that looked half rage, half desperation. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, knuckles white, nails digging into her palms hard enough that I could see the skin blanching. For a split second it looked like she might actually lunge, might drop to her knees and grab his shirt, or slap him, or scream right in his face. Her friends reacted faster than she did. Two of them stepped in immediately, each grabbing one of her arms from behind, pulling her hands back and pinning them gently but firmly against her lower back like they were used to this kind of outburst.One whispered something sharp in her ear, Greek, too fast for me to catch, but she didn’t

At this point, I didn’t know if I should get pissed or not. The emotions were tangled up inside me like wet ropes, anger, hurt, confusion, and yeah, truth be told, a sharp sting of jealousy I hadn’t expected to feel so strongly. It wasn’t just the house itself. It was the echo of it: the way he’d planned something almost identical for her years ago, the same romantic gesture, the same promise wrapped in white stone walls and sea views. Every time I looked out at that infinity pool now, I’d see a ghost version of her standing there instead of me. And that thought made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t like.“That explains it,” I managed to mutter, the words coming out flat and tight. My own jaw clenched hard enough that I felt the ache spread up to my temples. I kept wrapping the bandage around his hand, slow, methodical loops of white gauze over the antiseptic-smeared scrape, trying to focus on the task so I wouldn’t have to look directly at his face.He watched me the whole time, qu

They keep going, deliberate now, down the curve of my spine until his fingertips brush the waistband of my shorts. Then lower. One hand settles flat against the top of my ass, thumb tracing the dimples there, while the other dips even further, sliding right into the cleft between my cheeks. He doesn’t grab or squeeze hard, just presses, slow and possessive, letting his middle finger follow the natural line down my crack, the pad of it grazing over the sensitive skin hidden there.I suck in a quiet breath, body tensing for half a second before melting under the contact. My hips shift back instinctively, pressing into his palm like they have a mind of their own.Adrian lets out a low hum against the side of my neck,half groan, half satisfied sound. His lips brush my ear when he speaks.His finger presses a little deeper, not inside, just enough to make me feel the pressure, the heat of him right there, teasing the tight ring of muscle through the fabric. The other hand stays cupped over

We stare at each other for a beat, both of us disheveled, both of us trying not to laugh and failing.“I’m never looking her in the eye again,” I mutter.“Same.” He steps closer, still shirtless, and pulls me against his chest in a quick, fierce hug. His skin is warm, still damp from sweat and sex. “But… worth it?”I bury my face in his shoulder, muffling a groan. “Shut up.”He chuckles against my hair, hands rubbing slow circles on my back, gentler this time, no wandering south.“Come on,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “Shower. Quick. Then we go pretend we’re normal people on a sunrise hike.”I pull back just enough to look at him. “You think Maria, the tour Maria, will know?” “Let ’em talk,” he says, thumb brushing my lower lip. “At least they’ll know you’re getting properly taken care of.”I swat his chest, but I’m smiling despite myself.“Shower,” I repeat. “Now. Before I die of embarrassment.”He laughs again, full, warm, and scoops me up bridal-style, carrying me toward t