Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Nympho Secretary : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Teresa's POV.I woke up to the smell of coffee. It was strong, bitter, dark. It was a scent that had, over the past few weeks, become linked with the morning-after—a brutal reminder that the man who brewed it was as dark and harsh as the brew itself. The sheets were tangled around me, warm against my bare thighs, and for a moment, I allowed the fleeting comfort of the cotton to soothe the raw edges of my consciousness. But the taste of last night still lingered on my tongue, a bittersweet taste with a tinge of salt and a shame so profound it made my throat thick. My cheeks heated up and the thought of what I had done. My stomach twisted. I didn’t need a mirror to know my face was still burning red from the memory of it—the way he’d looked down at me, the cool, detached assessment in his gaze. The way I had simply obeyed without thinking twice, every whisper of a command a shackle on my wrists guiding me to do his absolute bidding. The way I had let myself be undone on the floor lik

Teresa's POV.The building emptied out as soon as night fell. The army of secretaries, associates, and junior assistants—all gone, their clatter and chatter replaced by an echoing silence. But I was still at my desk, typing notes I could barely read, the words mixing up from the exhaustion of the day’s relentless tension. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm when his voice cut across the silence, loud in the echoing hallway.“Teresa get in my office please. Close the door and lock it behind you.”I obeyed before I could even think, the command a reflex. I walked the familiar route, my legs stiff, and pushed open the massive mahogany door. His office glowed with the cold, indifferent city lights beyond the towering glass walls, shadows sharp against the sleek, minimalist furniture. He was behind his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled past his elbows, tie discarded. He looked lethal, a man ready for action. His eyes locked on me, unreadable, but radiating an intense, almost frantic energy.

Teresa's POV I wasn’t expecting the apartment to smell like whiskey and jasmine when I pushed the door open. The day had been a long, gray slog, and all I wanted was silence and sleep. Instead, the air was thick and sweet. The lights were low, a single lamp casting long shadows in the living room, and a soft, off-key hum drifted from the hallway.Then I saw her.Mariana. Her dark hair was a wild mess, her eyes glassy and unfocused. She was leaning against the wall like it was the only thing holding her up, a half-empty bottle of gin dangling from her fingertips.“Teresa,” she slurred, her smile wobbly but her eyes warm as they have always been. “You came back.”“Mariana.” I sighed, dropping my keys in the bowl with a loud clatter. I took off my shoes, my body aching with fatigue and reached for her. “How much have you had to drink?”She let out a weak laugh, a soft, sad sound. “Enough to forget what day it is. Not enough to forget you though my cute little bunny.”"Come on," I tried

Teresa's POV The rain started the moment we reached Mark’s building, as if it had been waiting for us. We were laughing, breathless from our sprint from the car, and I didn’t even realize we were still holding hands until a loud crack of thunder made me flinch. His grip tightened, and neither of us let go.The apartment was dark and quiet. He shrugged out of his soaked jacket and tossed it carelessly onto a hallway chair. His tie was already loose, hanging undone around his neck. The moment the front door clicked shut, sealing us in, he turned and his demeanor shifted. The casual ease was gone, replaced by a focused intensity. He didn't say a word. He just kissed me.This wasn't like the tentative, almost-question of a kiss we’d shared outside the restaurant. This was deep and desperate, like a dam had broken. My back pressed against the cool wall of the entryway as his hands came up to frame my face. I could taste the rain on his lips and something else, something wild and unchecked

Teresa's POV.The storm had quieted by the time I woke up from sleep. A thin, streak of light seeped through the curtains falling on my eyes making me blink continuously. My head felt heavy, my body sore from tension. For a second, I was disoriented wondering where exactly I was. Then it all came back to me—the frantic run through the rain, the heat of Mark’s kiss against the wall, the sudden, icy interruption, and the bathroom door swinging open to reveal Lena. Mark's supposed twin sister who was as cold as ice. But she was beautiful.Her voice was a cold echo in my mind: You should be more careful.I sat up slowly. My towel was gone, replaced by one of Mark’s shirts I’d found in the guest room drawer. It smelled like him—cedarwood and rain. The scent was unsettling. My stomach twisted with a mix of embarrassment and a nervous, thrilling energy I didn't want to acknowledge.When I finally left the room, the house was silent. My bare feet made soft sounds on the polished floor. As I