All Chapters of NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

“Is it just my eyes or do I see Skybounds’ CEO at the other end of this restaurant?” Clara said, her voice laced with fake curiosity as her gaze sharpened in Daniel’s direction. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, an icy chill swept through me, yet at the same time, a thin layer of sweat gathered on my skin. It was the kind of contradiction that only came with panic. I didn’t turn. I couldn’t. Not yet.Adrian followed Clara’s line of sight, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to confirm what she had just said. Then, slowly, deliberately, his attention shifted back to me. “Is that who you were looking at, Emma?” he asked, his tone casual but his stare anything but. Clara’s eyes didn’t leave my face either, almost as if she was waiting to catch me in a lie.“I didn’t notice he was the one sitting there,” I replied, forcing my voice to stay steady. I kept my eyes locked on Clara instead of risking even a glance in that direction. If I looked, I might give something away.

“Yeah,” I said quietly, reaching into my clutch and pulling out the slim silver lighter I’d just bought on in the store . I handed it to him without looking directly at his face, my fingers brushing his rough, calloused ones for the briefest second.“Thanks,” he muttered, taking it with a slight nod. He flicked the lighter once, twice, until a small flame appeared. The tip of his cigarette glowed orange as he inhaled deeply, the smoke curling up into the misty night air. Up close, his breath hit me like a wave , sour, heavy, the stench of years of cheap alcohol and neglected teeth. It was the kind of smell that clung to a person, the kind that told stories of long nights and even longer regrets. “…You look too good to be out here,” he said after a moment, his voice raspy and low, like gravel under tires. He eyed me up and down, not in a leering way, but with a kind of weary observation, like he was surprised to see someone dressed like me standing in front of this rundown mini-mart

“Now?” she asked again, her voice carrying a mix of hesitation and curiosity.“Yes… now,” I replied, straightening up slightly as I said it, trying to sound more certain than I actually felt. There was a brief pause on the line, like both of us were silently weighing what was about to happen.“Umm… just text me the address,” she finally said.“Yeah, I’m doing that now,” I responded almost immediately.The call ended right after that.I slipped my phone back into my hand and began walking toward the end of the street, my pace steady but my mind anything but. When I got to where the street opened up to the roadside, I paused for a second, scanning for any passing vehicle. As soon as I spotted a taxi approaching, I raised my hand, waving it slightly until the driver slowed down and pulled over in front of me. I opened the door and got in without saying much, just giving him the location before leaning back into the seat.The hotel I chose was on the same street where I had once seen Dani

“You’re outside?….okay speak to the receptionist he’ll direct you to my room,” I said into the phone, my voice low and steady before I hung up. I had ordered bottles of water earlier while waiting, and now they sat neatly on the small desk, alongside the half pack of cigarettes, beside the mini-fridge. The faint hum of the air conditioner filled the space as I took a seat, the leather chair creaking softly under my weight.I lit a cigar, the rich, earthy smoke curling upward in lazy spirals, its warmth grounding me.Then came the knock, two soft, deliberate raps against the wooden door. I rose and crossed the room, the carpet muffling my footsteps. I opened the door, and there she stood.“Hey,” she said, her voice smooth like velvet, carrying a hint of that playful confidence I’d caught earlier at the bar. The bar girl had clearly put effort into her appearance. Her lips were painted a bold, glossy red that caught the hallway light, and her hair was neatly packed up into an elegant b

Her eyes remained locked on mine the entire time, filled with a potent mix of seduction and hunger, as if daring me to look away. It felt so good . The kissing continued with exquisite slowness, her warm lips tracing a deliberate path upward along my inner thighs. Each press of her mouth was feather-light at first, then deeper, more lingering, leaving faint damp trails that cooled deliciously against my skin in the warm room. She alternated between soft, closed-mouth kisses and open, sensual ones where her tongue would flick out teasingly, tasting me, exploring every inch as if committing my body to memory. Her hands followed closely behind, sliding up my legs with firm, possessive strokes, fingertips digging gently into the soft flesh of my thighs, massaging and spreading them just enough to make me tremble.I was breathing heavier now, my chest rising and falling as anticipation coiled tight in my belly. When she reached the very top of my thighs, right at the edge of my dress, I t