Semua Bab Loathe by the Billionaire : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Kayla "Leave," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I want to change.""I want to watch," he countered.I let out a short, nervous laugh, waiting for the punchline. But his face didn't move. That confident smirk stayed exactly where it was. My heart skipped a beat. "You’re not joking, are you?""I’m not," he said.Something reckless took over me. I let my dress slip, the fabric pooling at my feet. I didn't stay to talk. I turned and walked toward the bathroom, making sure to put a little extra sway in my hips. I knew he was watching. I could feel his eyes on my ass, which was barely covered by my lace underwear.I glanced back once. He was staring like I was the only meal he’d seen in years. My eyes dropped, catching the heavy bulge in his pants. A sharp throb pulsed between my legs."Stop drooling," I told him, trying to sound bored."I wouldn't," he rasped. "Not if my mouth was busy, Kayla. Reconsider my offer."I ducked into the bathroom and shut the door, my skin tingling. Kay

Kayla"Yes!" I said, shrieking and squealing like a little girl as Damien slipped this amazing ring onto my finger. It was huge and sparkled so much in the light of the hallway. He got up and hugged me, lifting me off the ground and spinning me into a circle. My head was spinning, but I kept a smile on my face for my family. When he finally put me down, he leaned in and kissed my forehead."You've made me the happiest man today, Kayla," he said. He sounded so convincing that for a second, I almost believed him.I leaned in, pretending to give him a hug, and whispered into his ear, "Tone it down a notch."He just smirked at me, looking totally unfazed. "We're engaged, I'm supposed to be happy," he murmured back.Before I could say anything else, Mum pulled me into a tight hug. Then Dad hugged me, and Chelsea was jumping around us, practically screaming with joy. It was a lot of noise and a lot of emotions.Then Dad pulled Damien aside. "Let’s have a little chat, son," he said, leading

KaylaThe elevator doors chimed again, and this time, my mum, Rose, walked out with Monet right behind her.The moment our eyes met, the air in the room changed. My vision started to blur with tears, and I saw Mum’s eyes well up instantly."No! Stop! Absolutely not!" Leo shrieked, pointing his blending brush at me like a weapon. "Kayla, do not ruin this 'beat.' I am not doing a full reconstruction. Please, stop the waterworks!"I ignored him and stood up, pulling Mum into a tight hug. She smelled like home, a mix of her favorite perfume and laundry detergent. When I pulled back, I saw Monet standing there, looking a bit awkward."Well?" Monet asked, her voice small. "Aren't you going to hug me?"I hesitated for a heartbeat, the tension from our last argument hovering between us. Then I stepped forward and pulled her into a tight, rib-crushing hug."I thought you weren't going to come," I whispered against her shoulder."And miss the wedding of the year?" Monet retorted, pulling back w

KaylaDamien finally joined the circle on the dance floor. He was moving and laughing with my friends. We all held up bottles of vodka. We drank together, but we kept it classy. It was the most demure way to party.By now, Damien’s tie was gone. His top button was open. He looked relaxed. He stepped behind me and pulled me against his chest. I felt his breath on my skin."It’s time to leave," he whispered against my collarbone.He leaned in and kissed the spot where he whispered. I heard a loud "Aww!" from the crowd. I didn't even realize people were watching us. They saw a husband who couldn't keep his hands off his wife.He grabbed my hand and whisked me away. We ran through a tunnel of cheering guests. We reached the car and jumped inside. The doors closed, and the noise of the party died.The realization hit me hard. The contract was fake. The marriage was for business. But the house, the money, and the ring on my finger were very real. I had to stay present. I had to live this li

Kayla "Why are your nipples so hard?" he asked.The question sent a jolt of heat through my entire body. My cheeks flushed a deep red. I was completely embarrassed, but I couldn't look away.Damien didn't wait for an answer. He closed the space between us in one step. He snaked his hand around my waist and pulled me flush against him. I gripped the edges of my towel. I tried to keep it from dropping, but my hands were shaking.He didn't let me hide. He grabbed my wrists and threw my hands to the side. The towel loosened and fell to the floor. Before I could even gasp, he leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't a soft kiss. It was hard and hungry.My bare breasts were pressed tight against the hard muscle of his chest. The contrast was intense. His skin was hot and slightly damp. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. My body reacted instantly. I was wet, and it had nothing to do with the water from my shower.His hands moved from my wrists to the smal