Alle Kapitel von Loathe by the Billionaire : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Kayla "The auction has started. You should come down before someone gets a tape of you." Damien breathed in deep, his chest expanding against me. "Wouldn't that make you happy?" He didn't sound angry, but there was an edge to his voice I hadn't heard before. He reached down, grasped my hand firmly, and led me toward the light of the doorway. My mind was racing. No one talked to Damien Blackwood with that much attitude. Is this the ex? My heart was sinking. As we stepped into the light, she came into full focus. She was breathtaking. Platinum blonde hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and she was at least 5'10", towering over me with slender, model-like legs. She looked like she had just stepped off a runway in Moscow. Her piercing blue eyes drank me in. She squared her shoulders, slowly swirling the amber liquid in her glass. I felt so intimidated I almost wanted to hide behind Damien’s arm. She sized me up from my head to my toes. Her lip curled into this small, mocking smil

Kayla The doors to the private elevator chimed when it they opened. I thought I was dreaming when I heard the sound. I didn't hear the sound of shoes against tile till I felt a shadow fall over me. The sun pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows was give. I shifted, tossing and turning till my eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was Damien. He was already dressed in a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking down at me with an unreadable expression. I realized then how I was positioned. My silk nightdress had hitched up nearly to my hip, exposing the full length of my thigh. The lace at the neckline had slipped, the sheer material pressing against my skin and leaving very little to the imagination. "Good morning," Damien said. His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that sent a jolt of electricity straight through me. My eyes widened. The sleep vanished instantly. I let out a choked gasp and scrambled to grab the duvet, pulling it up to my chin until I was buri

Kayla While Damien stayed in the kitchen, I wandered through the house. Every room felt like it was pulled from a luxury magazine. I started with the living room. The entire back wall was made of glass that had slid open, making the beach feel like part of the house. In the center was a large, circular sofa set into the floor around a white stone fire pit. I walked out onto the deck. The infinity pool was so clear it looked like a sheet of glass, the water spilling over the edge to meet the ocean waves below. I went upstairs to the master suite. The bed was massive, covered in layers of white silk and heavy linen that looked like a cloud. From the pillows, you could see nothing but blue water. The bathroom was even more insane. There was a bathtub carved out of a single piece of dark stone, sitting right in front of a window that looked out over the sea. A rain shower head was built into the ceiling, large enough for three people. The air smelled like salt and expensive cedar w

Kayla Damien walked straight to the bed and slid under the covers next to me like he belonged there while I just sat there frozen and stared at him. "There's another room, Damien," I managed to say while my heart hammered against my ribs and I clutched the edge of the mattress. "I know, but I like it here," he replied while looking at me with those cool silver eyes that seemed to see right through the material of the dress. He didn't stay still for long though and he suddenly sat up and told me it was time to go outside while the moonlight poured into the room. He stood up and started shedding his clothes right in front of me while my cheeks turned a violent shade of red and I felt like I was going to choke on my own breath. I watched his shirt hit the floor and he reached for the button of his pants while I felt my head spinning. "We're going for a swim," he said while he kept going, his voice sounding completely calm. "In the pool?" I asked while trying to look anywhere bu

Kayla The past few days have been a total blur. Now that I’m back at work full-time, it feels like the office is trying to swallow me whole. My workload from the weeks I spent at the hospital has piled up into a mountain on my desk, and I’m scrambling just to keep my head above water. Between the constant emails and the endless phone calls, I haven’t had a single second to breathe. Damien is just as busy; he’s been in back-to-back meetings from sunrise to sunset. Honestly, I’m exhausted. Every time I think I can sit down and rest, another fire starts that I have to put out. I climbed out of the Uber and walked into the penthouse, feeling like a zombie. I had been sleeping here for a few days, but I hadn't moved in yet. I was only here because the heating in my apartment is gone. Damien hadn't come by once since we got back from Miami. I told myself it was fine, but a part of me was actually disappointed. I thumped my fist against my chest to get my heart to stop fluttering. "St