Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Irresistible Touch: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Sienna’s POV The next morning, a loud knock on the door startled me awake. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my lower back, pinning me to the mattress.My back was a mess of heat and dull throbbing."Sienna? It’s James. Please open up."Dragging myself out of bed, I pulled my robe shut and opened the door.James stood there with a practised, formal distance. "Good morning, ma'am." He didn't wait for an invite. He stepped aside, and a small army of women filed past him.They didn't wait for an invitation. The women swarmed past me into my dressing room. Rolling racks of silk hissed as they moved into the space. Others followed with boxes of designer shoes, gold jewellery, and leather bags.​"Mr. Wolfe requested the boutique come to you," James said, his voice flat. "Walking through a mall with your injury isn't an option.""All of this?" I asked. My dressing room, which had been empty just minutes ago, now looked like a high-end boutique. "Everything. These women wil

SIENNA’S POV​I raised an eyebrow, my eyes widening. "A threat? Really?" I drawled, though my voice lacked its usual bite.​"I bet you wouldn't want to gamble on that," he snapped. He didn't wait for a response before turning on his heel and storming out.I watched the door for a long time after it slammed. My hand remained pressed to my chest, and I could feel my heart beating fast.What a psychopath. I had always known he was cold, but the desperation in his eyes just then had been truly terrifying. I am very sure he treated everyone with that same cold attitude, which was exactly why he was in this mess now.​I stayed on the bed for a moment, fanning myself as if the room had suddenly become ten degrees hotter. ​A message chimed on my phone. I glanced at the screen, saw the name, and dialed immediately. "Hey, Liz."​​"Babe, the news is everywhere!" Liz’s voice was high-pitched, bordering on frantic. "They’re saying Kieran’s losing the board, that he’s some kind of ghost king who’

KIERAN’S POVThe music grew loud, a slow, dark sound that felt like it was pulling us under. I didn't know how to move, but Sienna didn't give me a choice. She stepped into the beat, pulling me with her.My body had been wooden and cold just moments ago, a statue of a man ready to shatter. But with her hand locked in mine and her fingers pressing into the sensitive skin of my neck, the panic turned into a thick, pulsing ache. It was a fever that started where she touched me and moved through my blood.Every face in the crowd blurred into a gray fog. There was only the smell of her hair and the feel of her gold silk dress rubbing against the rough fabric of my suit.I looked down at her. Her eyes weren't just "hungry" for the show anymore, they were fierce. She was protecting me. The thought hit me harder than any of Victor’s words.She was a stranger I had bought with a contract, yet she was the only person standing between me and the eyes waiting for me to fall."Don't look at them,

SIENNA’S POVI stood at the base of the stairs, my mouth hanging open as the sound of Kieran’s door slamming echoed through the hallway.​"Tacky?" I whispered to the empty air.I looked down at the gold silk. It hugged my body in all the right places. Just an hour ago, his eyes had stayed on me like I was the only person in a crowded ballroom. He had held me so close I could feel the steady beat of his heart against mine. And now… tacky?​"You’re a prick, Kieran Wolfe," I muttered, kicking off my heels.​I didn't go to my room. I went straight to the kitchen. My stomach was growling so loud it was actually starting to hurt. I opened the fridge, grabbed a carton of milk.I didn't even use a glass, I just gulped the milk down while standing in the light of the open fridge.​But milk wasn’t enough to quiet my nerves. I needed a distraction. I grabbed a box of pasta and a jar of sauce, focusing all my energy on the sound of the water splashing into the pot.​While the water started to b

SIENNA’S POV ​"What?" His eyes narrowed, a deep frown carving into his face. "Are you trying to sabotage my standing with my grandmother over an... obvious truth?"​I folded my arms and offered a slow, sharp smile. "I looked gorgeous in that dress, but your ego wouldn't allow you to admit it."​I turned to leave, but stopped, glancing back over my shoulder. "And you should be thanking me. If I hadn't played along, how would you have explained the separate rooms? Our lie would have been exposed the second she walked through the door."​I stepped closer to him, lowering my voice. "You were frozen, Kieran. I'm just doing the job you hired me for. So why don't you play your part and let me do mine?"​His jaw tightened. He looked like he wanted to argue, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. Instead, he paced the narrow width of the kitchen before storming out.I shook my head and poured a glass of fresh orange juice, placed it on a small silver tray, and walked back to the living