Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Nympho Secretary : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Teresa's POV He typed faster, his movements sharp. Click-click-click.“This meeting is important, Teresa. We need to be focused.”“So is this,” I said, the words leaving me in a quiet rush. “We need to talk.”He stopped typing. But he still didn’t look at me. He stared at the lines of code on his screen as if they held the secrets of the universe.“Our personal situation,” he said, the phrase flat and cold, “is starting to interfere with work. It’s becoming a distraction.”My stomach dropped to the floor of the moving car. “What?”He closed one file and opened another with a swift, irritated gesture. “We’ve been distracted. Emotional. Disorganized. It’s bleeding into everything.”I stared at the side of his face, willing him to look at me. “Distracted how? What are you talking about?”He finally turned his head, just enough for me to see the hard line of his mouth. His eyes were dark, devoid of their usual heat, replaced by something icy and distant. “You know exactly what I mean.”“

Teresa's POV The engine’s low hum was the only sound for a long moment. He finally pulled back, just an inch. We were both breathing heavily, the air in the backseat thick and charged. He kept his forehead pressed against mine, his eyes closed tight. I could feel the dampness of sweat on his skin, or maybe it was tears. I wasn’t sure from which of us.“Here,” he whispered, his voice rough, scraped raw from shouting and from emotion. “Now.”My heart pounded a violent rhythm against my ribs. The words hung between us, heavy and solid as stones. They carried the weight of everything we’d just hurled at each other in this cramped, expensive space. Our fight had been brutal—a decade of my past mistakes and his deep-seated trust issues ripping open fresh and bleeding. We’d almost ended it all, right here in this car on the way to some stupid, crucial client meeting. But now, his hands gripped my upper arms so tight I knew there would be bruises. His fingers dug in, like he was physically t

Teresa's POV While he talked numbers and timelines, his voice steady, I leaned back down. His eyes widened, but he didn’t stop me. I took his cock back into my mouth, slow and deliberately teasing. He stuttered mid-sentence.“Uh, yes, the Q3 projections look solid,” he recovered, but his breath hitched.I sucked gently, my tongue flicking just under the head. His free hand fisted in my hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding on tight. I began to edge him, pulling off completely when he hardened to the point of throbbing, then leaning in to lick the entire length of his shaft. He shifted in the seat, his thighs tensing.“The delivery dates? We’ll confirm by end of day,” he said, his voice noticeably strained now. I chose that moment to take him deep, relaxing my throat to take him as far as I could. He bit his lower lip hard to stifle a groan. “No… no issues on our end.”I bobbed my head faster, my hand twisting at the base. His cock throbbed against my tongue, so close. But I stop

Teresa's POV Melinda Carson moved out from behind her desk, her steps slow, as if approaching a fascinating piece of art. Her eyes scanned every detail of my face. “We look like sisters,” she breathed, a smile spreading across her face—a smile that was my smile. “No, twins. Separated at birth.” She gave a delighted shake of her head. “This is unbelievable.”She reached out and touched my arm, the contact gentle, testing, as if to confirm I was real. “You are stunning,” she said, and it felt oddly like looking in a complimenting mirror.I found my voice, though it was thin. “So are you. This is… incredible.”Mark cleared his throat, the sound bringing a dose of reality back into the surreal moment. Melinda finally seemed to remember he was there. She turned her dazzling, familiar smile on him. “You must be Mr. Rexona. Forgive my shock. This is quite a welcome surprise.” She extended her hand, and he shook it, his grip firm, his expression still one of guarded bemusement.“A pleasure,

Teresa's POV He turned to Melinda, who was watching him with a mixture of shock and dawning respect.“Mrs. Carson,” Mark said, his tone formal but final. “I don’t think I wish to pursue this collaboration any further.”Melinda gasped softly. “What? Mr. Rexona, because of… this?”Nathan barked a short, disbelieving laugh. “You’re joking. You’re throwing away a multimillion-dollar deal over this? Over her?” He didn’t even look at me as he gestured dismissively in my direction.Mark didn’t flinch. “Yes. Because of this. And because of you.”“This is insanity!”“It’s principle,” Mark corrected him, straightening to his full height. “If the man co-running this prestigious enterprise thinks like this, speaks to and about people like this, then I cannot, in good conscience, trust him with my staff, my business, or my company’s reputation. Integrity isn’t a line item on a contract. It’s the foundation. And yours, Mr. Carson, appears to be cracked.”The finality in his voice was absolute. He