Lahat ng Kabanata ng Loathe by the Billionaire : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Kayla "I haven't agreed to anything yet," I reminded him firmly. I picked up the silver fork, turning it over in my fingers. "We’re just testing things out. You know that, right? This is an evening of... information gathering." Damien didn't even blink. He reached for his wine glass, the candlelight catching the sharp lines of his face. "We are one step closer, Kayla. Admit it." "One dinner in a very pretty, very dark room does not make a marriage," I countered. "True," he conceded, taking a slow sip. "But if you had absolutely no interest in the deal—or in me—you wouldn't be here. You would have stayed in your apartment, ignored my call, and blocked my number. Instead, you put on a dress that you knew would drive me crazy and walked through that door." I felt the heat rise to my cheeks again. He was stripping away every defense I had, layer by layer, with that annoying, calculated logic of his. "I came for the food," I lied, gesturing to the exquisite plate the chef had just pla

Kayla Damien took a slow step toward me, his presence filling the entire kitchen. "You say we aren't compatible," he whispered, his eyes dark and focused. "But we have an intense chemistry, Kayla. You felt it the moment I walked into the office six months ago. We work well together because we balance each other out. This? This is just the natural next step." We were so close now that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. My heart was thundering, and a familiar, heavy ache settled deep in my core. I felt myself softening, becoming damp and desperate for a contact I wasn't supposed to want. I couldn't take the intensity anymore. I reached up and pulled his heavy suit jacket off my shoulders, holding it out like a shield between us. "I... I still have until Wednesday," I said, my voice sounding breathy and weak even to my own ears. "I want to go home. Now." Suddenly, Damien started to laugh. My face turned a deep, hot red. "What? What is so funny?" I snapped, clutching the j

Kayla "No sex," I said, my voice as firm as I could make it. Damien’s eyes widened just a tiny bit. He looked like he couldn't believe I was serious. "Kayla, we are going to be a married couple," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "You think people won't notice if we don't kiss or touch? If we aren't intimate?" My throat went completely dry. I couldn't believe what he was saying to me. The scary part was that my whole body was already responding to him, and he hadn't even touched me yet. "Kissing... I can do that," I stammered, trying to find my words. "Hugging, maybe. But sex? I'm not that type of girl, Damien. Your money bought you a fake girlfriend and maybe a surrogate, but I am not having sex with you." Damien didn't say anything. He just stood up and walked around the desk toward me. Before I could even blink, he reached down and picked me up by my waist. He lifted me easily from my chair and placed me right on top of his massive oak desk. "Damien, stop!" I tried to pro

Kayla "No!" the word slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. The room went silent. "Yes," Olivia said, her voice smooth and fake. "Me and my darling Kayla go way back." She gave me a look that was meant to remind me exactly where I stood—under her heel. Damien had a strange look on his face. I couldn't tell if he was angry or just observing, but he didn't say a word. Arthur smiled at Damien. "This is my daughter. She wanted to consult with you personally for the new house she wants to build." Olivia got up from her chair. She walked slowly around the table, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. She reached out to shake Damien’s hand, leaning in a bit too close. "I’m a huge fan of what you do, Mr. Blackwood," she purred. "Thank you," Damien said, his voice flat. He pulled his hand away quickly. "Did you enjoy the last building we designed for you?" Olivia sighed dramatically and pouted. "The house was beautiful, but the housewarming party was ruined by some dramatic br

Kayla The elevator doors slid open. I had been silent during the ride up, mostly because I was trying not to explode. The tension in the car earlier had been enough to start a fire. Damien had kept his hand on my thigh the whole way, his thumb rubbing slow circles. Even through the fabric of my pants, the heat was intense. I knew my underwear was more than wet at this point. When he said, "Let’s go to the penthouse," I hadn't even asked why. I just followed. I turned around to find him standing right behind me, his presence filling the small space. "Why are we here?" I asked. My voice cracked at the end. Shit! Damien’s lips twitched like he was fighting a laugh. "We’re here to take your clothes off." "What!?" I shouted, my eyes wide. I was completely shocked. Was he really going to break the "no sex" rule ten minutes after I signed the paper? His attention shifted to the elevator doors that made a ding sound. The doors opened to reveal a tall, dark-skinned woman. Her skin wa