All Chapters of NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Adrian wasn’t home when I arrived.The moment I stepped inside, that fact hit me harder than it should have. I dropped my bag by the door, already rehearsing the questions I wanted to ask him, the accusations I hadn’t yet decided whether to voice or swallow. I was eager, to confront him. He’d been acting strange lately. I walked down the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door twice, out of habit more than hope. When there was no response, I pushed it open slowly. Empty. The bathroom was untouched, dry, quiet, like no one had been there for hours.A tight feeling settled in my chest.I picked up my phone and dialed his number. It rang once. Then stopped.No answer.That alone was strange. Adrian usually picked up my calls immediately, sometimes even on the first ring, like he’d been waiting for them. I stared at my screen for a second, then dialed again, my thumb pressing harder this time.Still nothing. My heart skipped, then sped up. I moved quickly to the bedroom, my steps sharp

I backed out of the recent album and went to “Imports.”That folder felt older. Heavier.Photos Daniel used to airdrop to me after events, after dinners, after random afternoons when he caught me being silly. He always liked taking photos when I wasn’t posing.I scrolled slowly. There I was, mid-laugh, head thrown back.Another, I was, making a ridiculous face because he said my serious look scared people. The next one I was in oversized pajamas in the kitchen, holding a wooden spoon like a microphone. And in almost every one of those photos, I looked… happy. Was I wrong to compare them?The question had barely finished forming in my mind when the door handle jerked violently.I froze.The metal twisted again, harder this time, followed by a loud, impatient knock that echoed through the house. My heart slammed against my ribs.“Who is it?!” I shouted, instinctively stepping back, my eyes locked on the door like it might burst open.“Emma, open up. It’s me.” Adrian. Relief came first. T

Fingers dig in, pulling me , against him so there’s no space left between our bodies.,I can feel every inch of how hard he is , I can feel it through my clothes. He breaks the kiss just long enough to drag his lips along my jaw, down the side of my neck. “Fuck,” he mutters against my throat . “You feel so good, every time, making love with you just keeps getting better and better” I tilt my head back, giving him more room, more access. My hands slide up his back, nails scraping lightly over his shirt as his mouth returns to mine . hungrier now. The hand on my breast slips beneath my top, his fingertips finding bare skin, rolling my nipple between them until I whimper into his mouth. His hands on my ass shifts, slides lower, cups me from behind, fingers teasing where my thighs meets my ass cheeks, then slipping just barely between my legs from behind. Not quite touching where I’m already aching, but close enough to make me rock forward instinctively, seeking more friction against t

CHECKING HIS PHONEMy eyes flicked straight to Adrian’s phone on the nightstand. He’d switched it to silent earlier, probably when we finally collapsed into bed after everything, but the screen kept lighting up in quick, muted flashes. No sound, just those brief pulses of blue-white light cutting through the dim room every few seconds. Notification after notification. Someone, or something, was blowing up his phone, and it wouldn’t stop.I was still draped across his chest, one leg hooked over his thigh, my cheek pressed to the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His arm had been loose around my waist, heavy with sleep, fingers splayed across my lower back.It was quiet except for the soft rhythm of his exhales and the occasional creak of the old mattress when one of us shifted. But those flashes kept pulling my attention. Each one felt like a tiny jab. I lay there for another minute, staring at the ceiling, trying to talk myself out of it. He was asleep. His mouth was slightly op

“Why are you up? Is that my phone?”His voice cut through the dark like a knife, low, sleepy, but sharp enough to make every muscle in my body lock up. I froze mid-step, phone still clutched in my right hand, screen now black but still warm from how long I’d been staring at it. My back was to him, shoulders hunched, trying to look casual even though my heart had just slammed into my throat.He shifted on the mattress. I heard the sheets rustle, the faint creak of the bedframe as he pushed himself up on one elbow. “Umm…”I didn’t turn around right away. Instead I quickly slipped the phone behind my back, fingers fumbling as I set it down on the edge of the table—face down, silent, exactly where it had been before. The little clink of it hitting the wood sounded way too loud in the quiet room.“…No, it’s mine,” I said, forcing my voice to come out steady. I lifted my left hand, the one actually holding my own phone, screen dark, and gave it a weak little wave like proof. “Just… checking