Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Nympho Secretary : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Teresa's POV The meeting finally, mercifully, ended. It felt like I had been trapped underwater for an hour, and the moment everyone began to move was like breaking the surface. My lungs ached from the breath I’d been holding.Chairs scraped back from the table. Papers were shuffled into neat stacks. The tense silence gave way to a low murmur of polite, closing remarks, everyone pretending the last half hour hadn’t happened.Melinda stood first, smoothing her skirt. She addressed Mark, her professional mask firmly back in place, though her eyes were weary. “Thank you for your time today, Mr. Rexona. Despite the… unexpected developments, I still believe our companies could do great things together. I hope we can find a way to move forward. Carefully.”Mark gave a single, curt nod. His own mask was impenetrable. “We’ll be in touch.”Nathan said nothing. He remained seated, leaning back in his chair, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. I kept my gaze

Teresa's POV The next morning arrived too quickly, the sun slicing through a gap in the hotel curtains. I was still in bed, the sheets tangled around me, when Valentino’s call came.Mark was already up and dressed, standing by the window with his tablet. He was scrolling through emails, his jaw set in that particular, rigid way that meant he was stressed but determined not to show it.The phone rang. He glanced at the screen, his expression tightening further, and answered on the second ring.“Valentino.”I pushed myself up onto my elbows, watching him. His posture shifted instantly. His shoulders, already straight, went completely rigid. The hand not holding the phone slowly curled into a fist at his side.The call was longer than a simple update. Mark said very little. He listened, his face becoming a mask of cold displeasure.“No,” he said, the word flat and final.A pause as Valentino spoke on the other end.“No, that’s not happening,” Mark repeated, his voice dropping lower.Ano

Teresa's POV The kiss started soft, a question from him, a plea for connection. But I couldn't handle soft. I couldn't handle questions. I needed obliteration.My hands flew to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and I kissed him back with a ferocity that startled even me. My tongue pushed into his mouth, demanding, desperate. He made a rough sound against my lips, a mix of surprise and immediate, answering hunger. His arms tightened around me, crushing me against his body. I could feel the hard proof of his arousal pressing against my stomach through our clothes. Good. That's what I wanted. For him to be lost in this, in me.I broke the kiss, gasping for air, my forehead resting against his. My heart was pounding, a frantic drumbeat that echoed the chaotic buzz of Nathan's unread texts in my bag. I couldn't let Mark think. I couldn't let him ask."Mark," I breathed, my voice husky and low. "I don't want to talk. I don't want to think. I just want you. I want you to

Teresa's POV The word partner landed in the room like a declaration of war.I felt a flush of heat rise up my neck.Evelyn’s eyes flicked to me, sharp and assessing. “Professionally?” she asked, feigning confusion.Mark didn’t hesitate. “In every way that matters.”A thick silence followed.Nathan cleared his throat loudly, breaking the spell. “Alright, let’s keep the emotions and personal lives out of the boardroom, shall we? We’re here for business.”Mark looked at him sharply, his gaze icy. “Then stop provoking them.”Evelyn turned to Nathan, her expression one of gentle concern. “It’s okay, Nathan. I don’t mind a little personal context. It helps me understand the… dynamics.” She looked back at me. “I just like understanding people. Their history. Their deeper connections. It makes the work more meaningful.”History. The word was a needle.Later, as financial documents were passed around the table, Mark’s hand brushed against mine where it rested on the table. It wasn’t an accide

Teresa's POV I slammed the door to our apartment shut, the sound echoing in the quiet entryway. My shoulders were tight knots of tension, my head throbbing with a persistent, dull ache. The last three days at the Carson Hotel offices had been pure hell. Evelyn’s constant, needling comments and Nathan’s smug, obstructive tactics had worn me down to a raw nerve. I was completely, utterly over their existence.Mark followed me in, kicking the door closed behind him. He looked as exhausted as I felt. His tie was already loosened, the top button of his shirt undone. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture weary.But the moment I turned around from hanging up my bag, his tiredness seemed to vanish, replaced by a sharp, focused intensity. In two quick strides, he closed the distance between us. He grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled me hard against his body. There was no gentle lead-up. His mouth crashed down onto mine, hot and demanding, swallowing my gasp of surprise.I kissed