All Chapters of Loathe by the Billionaire : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

KaylaJoan hesitated, clearly debating how honest to be before finally exhaling. “People have been whispering, Kayla. You know how this place thrives on rumors.”A knot formed in my stomach. “Rumors about what?”Cameroon shifted awkwardly while Joan exchanged a glance with him.“It’s mostly the obvious assumptions,” Cameroon explained cautiously. “You married the CEO, and not long after that, you got promoted. People are connecting the dots the way they want to.”I crossed my arms tightly, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “I nearly lived in this office before any promotion happened. I sacrificed weekends, stayed late almost every night, handled impossible projects—none of this was handed to me.”“We’re aware of that,” Joan said immediately. “Anyone who has actually worked beside you knows how hard you’ve earned everything.”Cameroon nodded in agreement. “The problem is, jealousy makes people ignore effort. It’s easier for them to blame your marriage.”Before I could respond, a

KaylaHe leaned in slowly, brushing his lips against mine in a soft kiss that quickly turned deeper. His hand slid along my exposed back, and a warm shiver ran through me before I even realized it.“If we don’t stop now,” I murmured against his mouth, trying to steady my breathing, “we’re going to miss dinner.”“Then we miss it,” he said quietly, but after a beat he exhaled and pulled away. “Fine. Go get ready. I’ll use the guest shower.”About an hour later, we were both dressed and ready to leave. Damien looked effortlessly sharp in a dark charcoal suit that made everything about him feel even more commanding. I wore the red gown he had picked earlier, paired with diamond studs and a slim silver bracelet that felt surprisingly personal.“You good?” he asked, offering me his arm.I nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.”Providence felt like stepping into another world—soft lighting, quiet elegance, and tables spaced for privacy instead of crowding. The hostess led us to a tucked-away corner, and

Kayla His eyes grew predatory, a dark hunger clouding his gaze. "Your body is a terrible liar. You’re completely soaked right now, aren’t you?" His hand swept up the inside of my thigh, the sudden friction making me gasp. "Let’s see just how much of a mess you’ve made."He slipped his hand between my legs, and a smug, low hum vibrated in his chest as he confirmed it. "Just as I suspected," he rasped. "You're absolutely dripping for me."I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I leaned down and ran my tongue along the length of him, tracing every inch from the base to the tip. Damien’s fingers tangled in my hair, his grip tightening as he let out a sharp breath. "That's it," he urged, his voice thick. "Take more of me."I focused entirely on him, keeping my eyes locked on his as I took him into my mouth. His hips surged forward, buried deep. "God, Kayla. You have no idea how incredible that feels."I hummed, the vibrations of my throat making him groan as I worked him with my hands and m

KaylaDamien did not slow down. He actually started moving faster. He was chasing his own finish now. The feeling was almost too much for me to handle. It was so intense, but the pleasure was much stronger than the shock. It felt amazing."Get on top of me," he commanded suddenly. He pulled out and sat back against the cushions of the couch. "I want a front-row seat to watch you ride me."My legs felt like jelly, but I moved anyway. I straddled his lap and sank down onto him with a long, shaky moan. Damien’s hands moved fast. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them firmly as I started to find a rhythm."Look at you," he groaned. His thumbs moved in circles over my nipples. "You are taking exactly what you want. You look so hot doing that."I rode him hard. I moved my hips just right to hit that deep spot that made my head spin. Damien leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked so hard that I gasped out his name."Are you about to break again?" he asked. His br

Kayla"Kayla! Kayla!"Damien’s voice finally pierced the thick, suffocating fog in my mind. I barely heard him; it was like listening to a recording playing at the bottom of a deep well. Without a word of explanation, I shoved my chair back and stood up so abruptly it screeched against the floor. I bolted for the restroom, ignoring his voice calling my name over and over as I pushed past the other diners.Once I was safely behind the locked stall door, my hands shook so violently I nearly dropped my phone. My thumb hovered over the screen, the bank app glaring back at me. With a few frantic taps, I initiated the transfer—twenty thousand dollars vanished from my account in an instant. I leaned my forehead against the cold metal partition, my chest heaving as I tried to pull in air that felt too thin to breathe.When I finally managed to splash cold water on my face and step back into the restaurant, Damien was standing right there, his face a mask of sheer panic."What's wrong? Talk t