Todos los capítulos de NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

The ringing stopped.I exhaled, slow and shaky, my fingers curling into the sheets. Maybe that was it. Maybe she’d…The phone rang again. I wasn’t going to pick up the phone.What would she even do?The screen kept lighting up beside me, vibrating softly against the nightstand, the sound sharp and intrusive against the quiet of the room. Each buzz made my shoulders tense, my fingers curl slightly into the sheets. I had crossed continents. I had left hospital beds, boardrooms, and broken conversations behind. Surely distance counted for something.Nothing had happened the last time I ignored her. No emails leaked. No photos surfaced. No sudden headlines or whispers online. Just silence. The phone stopped vibrating.I exhaled, slow and careful, like I’d been holding my breath without realizing it. Greece was supposed to feel like escape. Instead, my chest felt tight, like I’d carried the chaos with me in my luggage.She probably saw the photos I posted. Of course she did. I shouldn’t ha

The clink of cutlery, the murmur of conversations in languages I couldn’t place, the faint rush of the sea beyond the terrace, it all blended into a soft, constant noise. Normally, it would have soothed me. Today, it only sharpened my focus. I risked one more glance. was standing now, slipping her bag over her shoulder. For a brief second, our eyes met fully. There was no surprise on her face. No confusion. Just recognition.Then she turned and walked away, heels clicking lightly against the stone floor, disappearing past the entrance like she’d never been there at all. Maria didn’t notice. She was busy pointing out a dish to the waiter as he approached with bread and olive oil.If Adrian got back, I was going to ask him a lot.I would ask him why she was here. In the same country. Possibly the same city. I would ask him if he knew she was coming, or if he would pretend it was coincidence. I would ask him how many things he had chosen not to tell me because he thought I didn’t need to

He pauses, his movement slowing as his eyes drift over me, His expression softens, and for a brief second, the teasing confidence drops away.He lowers his head slightly, his breath warm against my skin,close enough that I can feel it before I feel anything else. The nearness alone makes my pussy throb. His lips brush against my skin in a slow, deliberate way, It’s gentle, like he’s testing how much I’ll give him without asking. My back arches just a little before I realize I’ve done it, a quiet response I don’t bother correcting.A small smile curves at the corner of his mouth, satisfied but controlled, as if he’s pleased by the effect but not ready to push further just yet. His hand steadies me, grounding, his lips lick on the tip of my nipples , they become even harder . His mouth lingers, unhurried, like he’s savoring the moment rather than rushing it, then he sucks on my nipples , slow pulls at first , it makes my breath hitch, and when I run my fingers through his hair, he resp

He paused amidst his tantrums, his breathing uneven, eyes darting between me and the floor as though weighing what to say. Then, with a forced calmness, he looked at me. “Babe, it’s just some work stuff…” he muttered, his tone attempting softness but failing to hide the irritation beneath. His gaze flickered to the swimsuits I was holding, the ones I had spent half an hour choosing. “…the one I got you will look good,” he added quickly, almost as if the compliment could erase the tension hanging between us. He reached out and patted my shoulder, a gesture that felt more dismissive than affectionate.I shifted back slightly, clutching the fabric in my hands. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice quieter now but edged with suspicion. “Who was that on the phone?”He froze for a heartbeat, then sighed and turned away.he walked back to where he’d been sitting, his movements slower, more deliberate this time. He picked up his phone again, eyes glued to the screen like it held an answer he di

“Hello,” I said, my voice flat, already bracing myself.“…Have you seen the blogs?” she asked immediately, like we were picking up a conversation we’d never finished.I rolled my eyes, staring out at the water for a second before answering. “What blogs?” I snapped. “Why?”There was a brief pause on her end, then she continued, unfazed. “…I reached out to you a few days ago. What happened?”My grip tightened around the phone. “I checked his laptop. Every folder. Every file you asked me to,” I said, my tone sharp now. “There was nothing in there. At this point, I think you’re definitely playing games with me.”She laughed softly. Not amused, pleased.“Oh, darling,” she said, her voice suddenly syrupy. “If I were you, I’d watch my tone.” She let the words hang for a second. “I don’t suppose you know the man you’re currently laying in bed with…”I stiffened.“He’s not the angel you think he is,” she continued, laughing again, louder this time. “Matter of fact, I’m still in shock he doesn’