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

Kayla We stepped into the elevator, and the doors slid shut, trapping us in a small, mirrored box. Damien wasn't even trying to be subtle; he was looking at me like I was a snack he couldn't wait to unwrap. "Can you stop?" I whispered, my voice shaky. "I'm already self-conscious enough." Damien stepped closer, his shoulder brushing mine. "Loosen up, Kayla. I can see how uncomfortable you are." "I'll loosen up on one condition," I shot back, trying to sound brave. "Stop staring at me like I'm dinner." He didn't blink. A dark, hungry look crossed his face. "Dinner? No. I’d rather eat you out until your legs tremble and you can't even remember your own name." The air left my lungs. I didn't expect him to be so blunt. My whole body started to radiate heat, and my mind immediately went to a dangerous place. I started imagining it—his tongue, those plump lips, the feeling of him taking everything I had to give. My chest perked up against the silk of my dress, and I could feel my core b

Kayla I didn't wake up to the loud beep of an alarm clock. Instead, I woke up because the person next to me was moving. The morning sun screamed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, making everything bright. My heart stopped when I realized how we were lying. We weren't just near each other; we were cuddling. I was tucked right into his side, and my body was reacting to the cold morning air and his warmth. My nipples were completely perked up, pressing hard against the thin silk of my top. Damien was wide awake, and he was clearly aroused. I could feel him bulging through those grey sweatpants, pressed right against my hip. The heat coming off him was intense. I froze, barely breathing, hoping he wouldn't notice I was awake. But his arm was heavy across my waist, pulling me even closer. "Good morning," he rumbled. His voice was deep and raspy from sleep, vibrating through my back. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Morning," I whispered. "You're very tense,

Kayla I leaned back in the Uber as it wove through traffic. I quickly texted Damien: [I have to go, something came up.] He responded almost immediately: [Is everything okay? Take the day off.] I sighed and shoved the phone into my pocket. At least he wasn't arguing with me. When the car pulled up to my building, I saw Chelsea. She was sitting right on the hallway floor outside my apartment door. "Get up," I said, reaching down to pull her arm. "Do you even know the last time they cleaned these floors?" I reached under the potted plant, grabbed the spare key, and unlocked the door. We walked inside, and the silence was heavy. Chelsea immediately folded her arms and stared at me. "Sit down," I prompted, gesturing to the couch. She looked disappointed, her eyes scanning my expensive suit. "I—" we both started at the same time. "You go first," I said, biting my lip. "No, you go first," Chelsea countered. She paused, then sighed deeply. "Actually, I'll go. I’m sorry for the way I

Kayla He narrowed his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching. "I came to check in on you, Kayla. Do you have trust issues?" He laughed, finding my suspicion entertaining. I leaned in with a playful grin on my face. "You know I do, Damien. No, for real. Why are you here?" "Eat your food," he prompted, gesturing to the plate with his chin. He wasn't going to give up his secrets that easily. My shoulders slumped just a fraction, but I didn't push it. I took another bite of the steak. It was heavenly—the rich, buttery fat melted perfectly with the salt and char. I didn't even try to hide my appreciation. I closed my eyes for a second, letting out a small, satisfied hum. "God, this is good," I muttered, moving to the next pre-cut piece. Damien watched me eat, leaning back in the small wooden chair that looked like it might snap under his weight. He looked satisfied, like a hunter who had successfully provided for his camp. There was something domestic about the way he sat there,

Kayla He lowered himself, the head of his cocked finally brushed against my entrance. I could feel the heat and the sheer size of him, and for a second, my body screamed for him to just move. But then, I pressed my hand firmly against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "No," I said. My voice was surprisingly steady. "I don't want to do this." Damien froze. He stayed braced over me, his muscles bulging from the effort of holding himself back. He arched a dark brow, his grey eyes searching mine for a hint of a joke. "Really?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He was clearly vibrating with the effort of self-control. I cocked my head to the side. My gaze dropped pointedly to his erection, which was still pulsing and very much ready. I looked back up at him with a challenging smirk. "What, Damien? Have you never been turned down before?" The silence in the room was deafening. He stared at me, stunned, his jaw tightening as he processed that I was actually stopping th