All Chapters of Wild Billionaire Romance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ADRIK After all the shit that went on, the raging emotions I’d been feeling all night, I finally wore Zaika moya out. I slid her still damp dress over her head and lifted her in my arms, draping the velvet coat around her. Boarding the private elevator to my penthouse, I had Josef hand me her shoes and had him carry my jacket. I could not bring myself to allow another man to hold any part of her. Not even her clothing.“Do you still want me to bring Marat?” he asked in a hushed whisper.I nodded, kissing Sofia’s forehead when she whimpered and snuggled closer. She said no to fucking my brother. But I still needed to confront him. He’d left my penthouse with her. Talked to her about me, about us and whatever he’d said, it had changed something.Jealousy was not a familiar emotion. I did not feel it often. And yet, because of her, I found myself falling into fits of envy that were nothing like me. I was still vibrating with energy, even after making her come three times on my mo

ADRIK I hated leaving Sofia to talk to Matthew Castle in this goddamned house of his. The way he flaunted his family’s wealth was distasteful to say the least. I had no love for these parties or these people, but the rumors of Castle Corps increasingly troubled finances, and their impending audit by the Feds, were worrisome. I wanted to get CoreTech under the control of Volkov Industries before the shit could hit the fan.“Welcome Adrik. Come on, let’s go where there is less noise,” Matthew said, leading me from the party.I gritted my teeth as Missy Castle, his sister, walked towards me, claiming my arm in a possessive hold. It took all of my strength not to shake off. I told Zaika moya I would not touch any other women tonight, and while I did not initiate nor return this touch, I did not welcome it.“Adrik, you look so serious. Maybe your little girlfriend isn’t taking such good care of you?” she said, as we entered a flashy office done in golds and maroons.To me, it look

ADRIK Before my private plane even touched the ground, I was unbuckled and waiting at the door. Ten days. I’d spent ten days across the world from Zaika moya and I felt like a caged animal.I knew I should have called. I stared at the texts she’d written me while I was gone and frowned heavily at the last one. It was dated two days ago.Sofia It’s been eight days since you left, I pray you are safe, and Marat assures me you are. I wasn’t going to text you anymore, but I didn’t want you to think I was a coward. And I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. Thank you for everything. P.S. I told you staying was a mistake. She was gone. Zaika moya had left my home, my life, just like that. She could not even wait for me to get back to say it to my face. Anger and rage and disbelief coursed through me, and I felt like a wild thing. That last line, though. That P.S. at the end, that was the killer. That was the bullet straight to my heart.It was that line that had me wan

Chapter ONEShe was a temptation he couldn’t afford, but letting her go was not an option.Marat was the face of Volkov Industries. With his movie star good looks, he attracted class and money to the multi-billion dollar corporation, not to mention all the right PR. But being born with the face of an angel had its disadvantages. Expected to entertain associates, Marat’s activities were anything but celestial. And yes, it was exhausting.Sent on an errand to Sin City in the name of business, Marat needed a diversion. The curvy goddess serving drinks was exactly what this playboy billionaire craved. He was not looking for forever, but some temptations were too good to let go.Destiny Valdez ran away to Vegas as a teen with her head full of dreams. A dozen years later, those dreams were dust. Pulling a double shift with her slimy boss giving her a hard time was not how she’d planned to spend her birthday. But that was life.She never expected a proposition from one of the most hands

DESTINY The day started out shitty.I’d had a message from my brother back in Jersey and my mother’s health was rapidly deteriorating. I was filled with the usual guilt and angst as I sent him my last two hundred bucks.Money didn’t make up for twelve years of absence, and I only hoped he understood how I felt. My family life had pretty much ended when I was eighteen. But that didn’t mean I’d stopped caring.Two hundred dollars didn’t make up for anything, but it was all I could afford. Rent was due. My roommate skipped out. And if I didn’t give in to my manager, I was likely going to get fired.The weight of the guilt I carried was enough to bring me to my knees. Add to it the pressure of trying to maintain my job and keep the wolves at bay, and it was a perfect recipe for disaster.Mr. Royce’s beady eyes pinned me in place, and I did my best to hide the revulsion I felt. He was a slimy creep who used his position to force women into bed.Testing the goods.That was what