All Chapters of BURN ME, ORION : The Billionaire's Reclaimed Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Anya’s POVI nodded, barely able to speak. My throat felt dry, tight, and the burn on my hand throbbed painfully, sending waves of heat up my arm. It made my stomach twist uncomfortably, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out.Jamie guided me out of the breakroom, his hand lightly brushing against my back in a protective way. Every step felt heavy, my legs trembling slightly as I tried to regain control of myself. The murmurs and snickers of the other employees faded behind me, replaced by the quiet hum of the hallway. It felt calmer, though my chest still hammered, and I kept glancing down at my hand, dreading the sight of the reddened skin and the faint steam of pain still lingering.When we reached my office, he let go of my hand and motioned for me to sit down. I sank into the chair, letting out a shaky breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding. My heart was still racing, and the sting from the coffee made me wince with every pulse.Jamie crouched in front o

Anya’s POVOrion didn’t come to my office again. Not even a knock on the door. Just his voice through the intercom—calm, distant, almost… polite.He told me I could leave for the day.For a moment, I actually thought I heard him wrong. Orion never did something like that. He wasn’t the type to hand out early dismissals, especially not to me. But he repeated it, his tone clipped and formal, as if he was reading from a script he didn’t want anyone to question.Then he added, almost like an afterthought, that I should go to the hospital to get my hand checked before heading home.I just sat there blinking at the speaker, waiting to see if he would say anything else. He didn’t. The line clicked off, leaving me with this strange feeling in my chest—a mix of confusion and… something I didn’t want to name.Still, I wasn’t going to question unexpected kindness. Not from him. Not when my hand was still throbbing like a slow pulse under my skin.I packed up my things slowly, taking my time, bec

Anya’s POVCamera flashes exploded everywhere, bright and nonstop. Reporters rushed forward, holding microphones, shouting questions I couldn’t even understand. The flashes were so bright they almost blinded me. I blinked quickly, trying to adjust.“Mr. Nikandros! Over here!”“Who is she?”“Is that your new girlfriend?”“Look this way, sir!”They were loud. Too loud. It felt like a storm.Orion didn’t even flinch. He didn’t smile, didn’t wave, didn’t acknowledge a single one of them. His expression stayed serious, almost bored, like he had done this a million times and didn’t care anymore. He placed a hand gently but firmly on my lower back—not romantic, more guiding—and started leading me forward.I followed him, keeping my eyes ahead because looking at the cameras would probably make me panic. My heartbeat was pounding so loudly I wondered if reporters could hear it.I tried to remember everything etiquette teachers drilled into me years ago—chin up, small steps, shoulders straight,

Anya’s POVI swallowed hard, my throat dry. “W-what are you doing in the women’s bathroom?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though it trembled just a little.Phillipe didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slowly closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the small space. My heart jumped in my chest. Every step he took toward me felt like the sound of a hammer striking in my chest.“I came in here because I wanted to speak to you alone,” he said, his voice smooth, almost casual, as if being alone with me like this was normal.I instinctively took a step back, my heels scraping against the tiles. My pulse raced. “You could’ve… waited outside,” I said, though my voice sounded smaller than I wanted.He ignored me. He stepped closer. The smell of his cologne hit me—sharp, strong, overwhelming—and my stomach twisted. “I have a task for you. Something that will earn you a lot of money,” he said, his words slow and deliberate, like he wanted me to hang on each one.

Anya’s POVHis right fist rested on his thigh, knuckles torn, dried blood covering the skin like an ugly red glove. His fingers were curled tight, shaking just a little from the force he was holding inside. I wondered if his hand hurt, but he didn’t show even a hint of discomfort. He just looked like a man barely holding himself back from breaking something else.I swallowed, hard. My throat burned.He did that for me.The thought wouldn’t leave my mind. It didn’t fit with the man I thought I knew now—the cold CEO who barely looked at me during the day… yet tonight he had stepped into danger without hesitation. For me. Because someone hurt me.I kept stealing glances at him, confused and scared and touched all at the same time.The driver didn’t speak. He drove smoothly, like he didn’t want to trigger any more tension inside the car. The only sounds were the engine humming and my uneven breathing that I tried to keep quiet.Halfway through the ride, Orion finally unclenched his fist.