Todos os capítulos de Loathe by the Billionaire : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Kayla We laid down on the thick, designer rug with the bottle of wine. The glass pane in front of us made it feel like we were floating over the ocean. The wine was crisp, and the silence of the mountain was addictive. I could get used to this. "You know," I said, taking a long sip and looking around at the smoothed stone walls. "I still think the modern cave thing is just a way for you to avoid ever actually touching dirt. You're like a high-tech hermit."Damien chuckled, leaning back on one elbow. "I touched plenty of dirt getting you up that trail, Kayla. Give it a rest.""I'm just saying! Most people have a tent. You have recessed lighting and a wine fridge. It’s a bit much, don't you think? It’s very 'I have a yacht and I’m not afraid to use it' energy.""Is that so?" He turned his head, his dark eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. "You’re yapping a lot for someone who was gasping for air twenty minutes ago.""I was experiencing the mountain," I teased, waving my glass. "And

KaylaWe spent the entire afternoon in bed. After arguing for about thirty minutes about what to watch, we settled on something we both appreciate. F.R.I.E.N.D.S was blaring from the speakers. This was my family's comfort show. The only person who loved it more than me is Chelsea. "I’m telling you," I said, pointing a fork at the screen during a transition scene. "Ross is the actual villain of this entire series. He’s possessive, he’s whiny, and 'we were on a break' is the weakest legal defense in history."Damien leaned back against the headboard, his arm draped over my shoulders. He looking surprisingly invested for a man who usually dealt in hostile takeovers. "He isn't a villain, Kayla. He’s just a man who lacks basic communication skills. But Rachel? She’s the one who sabotaged every girl he dated because she couldn't decide if she wanted him or a career in fashion.""Excuse me? Rachel Green is an icon of self-actualization," I argued, nudging him with my elbow. "She went from

KaylaI was shifting in my seat. The leather felt hot against my thighs. The heat radiating from my body was making me dizzy, and I was literally squirming, trying to find some relief. Damien was still using the financial magazine high up to hide his face, but I could hear the faint sound of him chuckling. Is he mocking me?I was enraged. He was playing with me, and I wasn't going to let him win this round.I reached under my tennis skirt. I hooked my fingers into the lace of my underwear and slid them down my legs. When they reached my feet, I gave a sharp flick with my toe. Damien caught them mid-air. He lowered the magazine slowly, bringing the lace to his nose. He took a deep, lingering sniff, then looked at me and mouthed, 'What are you doing?'I didn't answer. Instead, I gripped the armrests and spread my legs wide for him to see. At first, a wave of shyness hit me—I was unsure of myself, wondering if I was being too much. But then I saw his eyes. They were hungry. He stared

"What the fuck?" I sputtered, laughing so hard my stomach actually hurt. "You know what, Jenna? I think you should get back into the market. There's plenty of fish."Jenna scoffed, waving a hand in the air like she was swatting away a fly. "Fuck no. I just got out, bitch. I am retired from that circus."Everyone erupted into laughter. Jenna’s facial expressions were always priceless—she looked like she’d rather swallow broken glass than date again. We leaned back as the server brought the tequila. Monet was already complaining about a client, some pop star who demanded five outfit changes for a grocery store run. "I'm literally losing my mind," she said, downing her shot. "But the paycheck is worth the headache."Cherry sighed, looking at her phone. "At least you're working. I'm currently dating a guy who thinks his protein shake is a personality trait. I asked him about his day, and he told me about his new pre-workout blend for twenty minutes.""At least he's dedicated," Chelsea ch

KaylaI rolled my eyes, leaning back against the plush VIP booth. "Maybe he just realized what he missed out on," I joked, though my heart was still thumping from the encounter. "His loss.""Oh, please," Chelsea snorted, swirling the ice in her glass. "That man wasn't shocked you’re married, Kay. He was shocked you married Damien Blackwood. There’s a massive difference.""What does that even mean?""It means," she leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper, "that Charles Wentworth didn't just 'bump' into you. Men like that are sharks. He probably knew your blood type before he even said hello. You’re the woman who landed the biggest, most dangerous fish in the ocean. He’s not looking at you as a girl in a bar; he’s looking at you as a trophy he didn't get to win."I stared into my wine, the liquid shimmering under the dim lights. "You think he only talked to me because of Damien?""I think you're gorgeous, but in this town? The Blackwood name is a gold mine. Having the ear of Damien’