บททั้งหมดของ Belonging to You: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Abigail’s POV The week that followed was chaos.Not the messy, disorganized kind.The Castillo kind.Which meant everything was precise, extravagant, and somehow twice as overwhelming.Alberto Castillo’s Oak Jubilee birthday celebration was apparently not something to be taken lightly. The preparations alone felt like planning a royal coronation.Every department of the Castillo Group was involved.Design teams.Event planners.Security.Media.Even the household had been pulled into special arrangements.And somehow I had been right in the middle of it all.Back-to-back meetings. Errands. Deliveries. Endless coordination.Which meant very little time with the Castillos themselves.One dark-haired Castillo in particular.Christian.The thought of him alone made my stomach do something stupid.We had barely seen each other since the diner.Since the dance.Since that moment that had felt far too real for something that was never supposed to be real at all.He’d been swamped with work.

Christian’s POVThe last conference call ended at six-thirty.My shoulders ached. My jaw felt tight.Too many calls. Too many moving parts. Too many people expecting everything to run like clockwork.The Castillo way.I dragged a hand down my face and leaned back in my chair for a second.Silence never lasted long in this house.Even now, I could hear the distant clatter of dishes, footsteps crossing marble floors, someone calling out instructions down the hall.The estate had been chaos all week.Not the careless kind. The controlled, orchestrated kind that came with too many people trying to make one thing perfect.Abuelo’s oak jubilee.It had been planned like a state event. Meetings layered over meetings. Schedules revised, then revised again. Deliveries at all hours. Florists, caterers, decorators, security.At some point, I had stopped keeping track.And somehow, in the middle of it all, I’d still been dragged into back-to-back conference calls.I exhaled and pushed to my feet.

Christian’s POVMy cock strained painfully against my zipper. If Abigail rocked her hips one more time, I was going to embarrass myself and come in my pants like a teenager.I pushed her skirt up until the fabric bunched at her waist. The sight of her pink thong made my already hard dick throb even more.“Did you wear this for me, Davenport?” My voice came out husky as I hooked a finger under the thin strap and tugged lightly.She didn’t turn around, but I could hear the eye roll in her reply. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Castillo.”She kept swiveling her hips in slow, teasing circles that drove me insane.“You know what I think?” I murmured, dragging my fingers up and down the backs of her thighs.“Feel free to keep it to yourself.”“I think you hoped something like this would happen.”“That’s some heavy assumption.”I teased the damp triangle of fabric between her legs, pressing just enough to make her breath hitch, then pulled away.She whipped her head around, glaring at me over

Abigail’s POV The music was louder down the hall, muffled by thick walls and distance, but I could still hear it—laughter, glasses clinking, the low hum of a party settling into itself.I knocked once before pushing Alberto’s door open.“Just me.”Alberto sat in his favorite armchair by the window, looking every bit the patriarch in his tailored tuxedo. A half-full glass of water rested on the side table beside an open book he had probably already skimmed three times.He looked up the moment I stepped inside. His expression shifted from relaxed to suspiciously amused, but the amusement faded almost instantly as his sharp eyes scanned my face.“There you are,” he said. “I was wondering how long it would take before you came to check if I’d escaped.”I shut the door behind me and moved toward him. My chest still felt tight from the hallway, from Christian’s words echoing in my ears. “It’s your party. Escaping would be a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”“For a man of seventy-five?” he sh

Abigail’s POV He was so close that I could feel his warm breath pooling over my skin. The heat radiating from his body made my skin flush.I could feel the silent anger rolling off him. Directed at me or himself, I wasn’t sure. But I was seeing red and too furious to care.“You think I don’t want to claim you?” His voice was rough. “You think I enjoy hiding this? Every time I look at you tonight I have to stop myself from dragging you into the nearest room and reminding you exactly who you belong to.”My breath hitched. The air between us crackled, thick and electric. Even now, furious with each other, my body responded to his nearness—nipples tightening, heat pooling low in my belly. I hated how easily he could do this to me.“Then why don’t you?” I whispered, my voice trembling with anger and want. “Why do you keep pulling me close and then pushing me away? Are you scared, Christian? Scared that if you admit you want more than just my body, you’ll end up like your father?”His eyes