All Chapters of BURN ME, ORION : The Billionaire's Reclaimed Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Anya’s POVI blinked. “Oh—yes sir.”He slid a small note across the desk. His handwriting was sharp, neat, annoyingly perfect. I picked up the paper and read the restaurant name.I frowned before I could stop myself. I had never even heard of the place. It didn’t sound like anywhere near this part of the city. My throat tightened. If I asked him, he would think I was stupid. If I didn’t ask and got lost… well, that would be even worse.I forced a small nod. “Yes, sir.”It came out too soft. Too afraid. But he didn’t look up, so maybe he didn’t notice—or maybe he didn’t care.I turned and walked out before my nerves could spill out of me.Back in my small office, I grabbed my bag and fumbled with my car keys, my hands still shaking a little. I checked the note again. The restaurant name stared back at me like a challenge I already knew I wasn’t ready for.“Great,” I muttered under my breath.“Just great. As if today wasn’t hard enough.”But there was no choice.There never was.So I to

Orion’s POVWhen the door clicked shut behind her, the sound echoed a little too sharply in the quiet room. I told myself that the tightness in my chest was irritation—nothing more. Not guilt. Not regret. And definitely not the stupid, useless feeling that used to show up whenever she cried.But as she walked away, shoulders hunched, steps a little too fast… something twisted in me.I ignored it.Or pretended to.I leaned back in my chair and stared at the empty space where she had been standing just seconds ago. I thought I would feel triumphant watching her scramble around for my approval. I thought I’d enjoy seeing her flinch at my tone, hesitate under my gaze, fall apart the way she had left me to fall apart years ago.Except… I didn’t.There was no victory in it.Just a strange hollowness, like a room I had walked into expecting light but finding nothing but shadows.The truth was simple and pathetic—I wasn’t even hungry. I never ate lunch. I’d only sent her out because I needed

Anya’s POVI let out a shaky breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding. Kennedy wasn’t home yet. Thank God. At least I could breathe for a little while without worrying about saying the wrong thing or standing in the wrong spot or just… existing in a way that annoyed him.I dropped my bag on the couch and headed straight for the bathroom. My whole body felt dusty and tired from the long day, and stepping under the warm water felt like someone pressing pause on all the chaos in my life. I scrubbed slowly, letting the water run down my shoulders, wishing—just for a moment—that it could wash away everything: the stress, the fear, the embarrassment in Orion’s office.But showers don’t fix broken hearts.Or broken lives.After I dried off, I pulled on something loose and soft—just an old T-shirt and shorts that didn’t squeeze me anywhere. My skin still felt warm from the shower, but inside I felt tired and cold at the same time. I went to the kitchen and started making a simple dinner. Ri

Anya’s POVMy stomach sank like a stone. My mouth suddenly felt dry, like my tongue was stuck to the roof of it.“I—uh… your housekeeper let me in,” I managed to say, tripping over the words. “And your door was open, so I just thought—”“You heard the shower running.” He raised one eyebrow, slow and sharp. “And you still walked inside. And you stayed.”He didn’t shout. He didn’t even sound annoyed. His voice was calm, steady… almost too steady. The kind of tone that made my skin prickle.“I—I didn’t know if you’d be out soon,” I stammered. “I just— I didn’t want to wait downstairs like a—”“Of course you stayed,” he said under his breath, taking a slow step toward me. “You wanted to see me like this. Isn’t that right?”My heart jumped all the way up to my throat.“No! That’s not— I wasn’t— I didn’t come here for—”He kept walking toward me with that quiet, controlled confidence he always had. Every step looked purposeful, like he knew exactly how close he wanted to get. Like he knew w

Anya’s POVWe arrived at the office together, and I could feel a hundred eyes on us the moment we stepped out of the car. People stared—some with curiosity, some with open admiration. I tried not to let it get to me, even though my cheeks burned and my hands itched to fidget. I focused on putting one foot in front of the other, keeping my gaze forward.As we walked toward the building, a young man in a crisp suit came up to us. He smiled politely at Orion and said, “Good morning, sir.” Orion nodded at him, and the man fell into step beside us.“This is Jamie Gordon, my secretary,” Orion said, his voice calm but sharp. He didn’t glance at me when he introduced him, just kept walking.I held out my hand, a little nervous, and Jamie shook it firmly. His grip was confident, but gentle, and he gave me a warm smile. “Nice to meet you,” he said. His eyes were kind, not intimidating like Orion’s. I felt a small flicker of relief, like maybe there was someone here I could talk to without fear.