All Chapters of Loathe by the Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damien's pov I open the door to my office and peek out. Sarah's still fuming from the way I spoke to her earlier. She's lucky I let her off with a warning. I have to deal with Kayla first before anything else. Every secretary before her thought she was special. They always think they’re special. One smile, one ‘good morning’, one harmless joke in passing, and suddenly they imagine spending the rest of their life with me. Irritating! They start acting like they’re more than staff. They start talking to other women like they’re rivals. She couldn't come close to Kayla in a million years. She's lucky I don't say that to her face and ruin the rest of her week. “Take the rest of the day off,” I say quietly. Sarah does not move. She just seats there trembling like she expects this to be a prank. I don't understand why HR always seem to hire entitled brats. I'll need to speak with them soon. “I said,” I repeat giving myself the benefit of doubt because I know she's isn't deaf. I'm in

Damien's pov The car ride back home is silent. I completely blame myself for what happened today I know it can't repeat itself. We get home and after a couple minutes, Miles is here too. Kayla goes directly to her room and shuts the door while I and Miles head for the study. With the serious look on my face, he knows I'm in a bad mood. I take off my suit jacket and toss it unto the couch, then use the intercom in my office to call for some scotch. In a moment, I hear someone knock. The staff sets down the drink and glasses. I recognize the face of this person but I don't know whether to stop them. I do anyway. "Susan?" When she turns, I know it's her. Susan Merrick. Kayla used to work with her on the floor before before she was sent upstairs. She still works in the office now, but she also takes shifts in the Penthouse as a part-time job. Eloise Blackwood was fond of her. So when Susan mentioned she had three kids and her husband wasn’t doing much to help. Eloise didn’t

Author's povKayla is practically speechless. She goes to Damien's room after asking Rosa whether there was an inflatable mattress. Rosa is shocked, 'Is sharing a room with the young master such an unthinkable thing? What kind of couple are they?' she asked herself trying to mask the surprise that was clearly all over her face. "No Miss Kayla," she responded, "there are no such things in the Penthouse." Kayla almost rolled her eyes. After the day she had, there was no way she was spending the night with such an inconsiderate person. He didn't even thank her for saving him today. It was obvious that Damien would have gone ape shit on the Senator if Kayla hadn't interfered. When she gets into the room, Kayla starts picking up things she knows she'll need for the night. As she's about to leave, Damien appears at the door frame, his body blocking the door. Kayla groans knowing there's no way she's winning this. She accepts the fact that life had decided to bully her today. She clutch

Kayla This isn't me but since Damien has chosen to disrespect me, this is the kind of person I'm forced to turn into. He likes girls that wear their underwear and throw themselves at him, that's why I'll become. I put on the most scandalous outfit then return to the party. He's talking to Raymond. No, Raymond is talking to him and he looks completely out of it. Perfect timing. I'm about to turn back because I'm getting second thoughts when his eyes land on me. Shit, he looks mad. Damien practically pulls me off the ground and before we I know it we're in our room. My hands are crossed over my chest but I don't know how long I can keep this up. "Kayla, what the fuck is this?" He gestures towards my outfit and I can't tell if he's mad or turned on. "Do you know what you did?"He expression is incredulous. "Yes, I know what I did and I'm sorry. But that doesn't mean you get to dress like a hooker and--"My brow shoots up, "Hooker?"His shoulder drops, "I'm sorry. I just--"I stand

Kayla Damien gives me an apologetic grimace and I know he’s about to abandon me for work. “It’s important. I’ll be quick,” he says, already reaching for the phone, and I nod even though irritation prickles the back of my neck.“Sure,” I say, even though I don’t feel sure at all.The waiter leads me away and Damien disappears with his phone glued to his ear. I’m left alone at the table staring at a glass of water I didn’t even ask for. I last about two minutes before my patience thins, and because sitting still has never been my strength, I decide to walk over to the bar for a drink something to keep me occupied while I wait.I shouldn’t have moved.The moment I sit on the barstool, someone slides into the seat next to mine and I get that instinctive ripple of discomfort even before he opens his mouth.“Well, hello there,” he slurs, and the smell of overpriced whiskey hits my nose, immediately confirming that this man is very drunk and very full of himself.I turn slightly, keeping