All Chapters of Loathe by the Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kayla Jason opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. I wished the ground could just open and swallow me whole. I closed my eyes for a minute hoping this is a dream but when I open them, Liv is still adjusting her shirt and Jason is pulling his pants up. "Kayla, look," Jason starts with a trembling voice. He reached out a hand, but I flinched back like he’s covered in acid. "It’s not... it wasn't supposed to be like this." Olivia, on the other hand, doesn't even have the decency to look ashamed. She smoothed her hair in the reflection of my fucking car, popping her lips. "Honestly, Kayla, don't be so dramatic," she says as if we’re discussing a spilled drink. "It’s been happening for months. You were bound to find out eventually." "Months?" The word chokes me. I turn to Jason, my voice rising an octave. "My best friend, Jason? Of all the people in this city, you chose her?" "Kayla, please, just calm down," Jason hisses, glancing nervously toward the house. He was more conc

Kayla The men scrambled, getting into the car and zooming off. Damien leaned over pulling me up effortlessly. "Are you okay?" He asked. "I'm- fine," I stuttered, "thank you for stopping." "You don't have to thank me Kayla. Let me drive you home," he offered. I shook my head, "I'm sure you have somewhere to be, I can't keep you." He stared me down, "Kayla, take a look at the state of your car, your clothes are all dirty. You can't go home by yourself." "Yeah Kayla," Chelsea started, "we can't go home by ourselves." She nudged me with her elbow. Damien smiled at her gesturing towards the car, "Please, I'll not forgive myself if anything happens to you." My heart almost fluttered. I've worked for Damien as an executive assistant for six months and heres all I can gather. The man is dangerously hot and refered to as 'the devil in a suit.' He is literally sex on a stick. One of the most attractive and seductive men I've ever met. The only reason I haven't joined the fan club

Kayla A loud knock woke me up. At first, I thought the sound was just part of a dream. I scrambled out of bed and checked my alarm. It was past 8:00 AM. "Shit," I whispered. I had slept like a log. After the nightmare I went through, my body had just shut down. I jumped up and ran to the door. I looked through the peephole, but the hallway was empty. No one was there. I didn't have time to worry about it. I took a freezing cold shower—thanks again to my landlord—and threw on my best corporate clothes. I grabbed my tote bag and ran out to catch a cab to the Blackwood Tower. During the ride, I finally checked my phone. It was blowing up. Chelsea had sent a bunch of texts to check if I was still alive. She did throughout the weekend. The other messages were condolences from our text chain. Thank you Chelsea for not knowing how to keep your mouth shut. My phone buzzed and another message came in. This one was from Jason. Unknown number: [I'm so sorry babe. It was a mistake. How a

Kayla "If I was even considering this insane idea of yours," I said, my voice rising as I gestured to the papers, "how would the child even get here? Because as you can see, I'm not Mary. There’s no immaculate conception happening in this office." Damien let out a low, dark laugh. He stepped closer, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair out of my face. The touch sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. "Read," he said softly, pointing to a specific paragraph near the bottom of the page. I scanned the lines. My eyes widened. "What?" I sputtered. "Sexual intercourse thrice a week? What is the difference between me and a high-class prostitute at that point? Don't insult me, Mr. Blackwood!" "It is a business arrangement, Kayla," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "If you don't want to have any kind of physical relations with me, that is fine. We can do IVF. But if we go that route, I will adjust the contract to allow for an open marriage." I started pacing the floor aga

Kayla I was finally done for the day. Damien had left the office early, which gave me some room to breathe. I headed downstairs to the lobby, where I spotted Joan and Cameron waiting by the glass doors. "How was the rest of your day in the dragon's lair?" Cameron asked. He tilted his head, studying me. "The rest of the office calmed down a while ago. Seriously, what was wrong with him?" "He was just in a bad mood," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "The usual Blackwood temper." Joan leaned in with that curious glint. "Come on, Kayla. Give us the tea. What did he actually say to you?" "I can't," I said with a weak shrug. "Remember, I’m sworn to secrecy. Executive assistant rules." Cameron groaned and rolled his eyes. "Shit. That’s true. Curse corporate and their non-disclosure agreements." We walked toward the exit, joking and laughing. Cameron kept talking about how he’d give anything to be a fly on the wall on the executive floor. "Honestly," Joan said, checking her ref