Todos los capítulos de STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

CINNAMON.I had spent nearly three weeks losing sleep over a question that seems straightforward until you find yourself faced with it. "What do you give a man who already has everything for Valentine's?" Dante Moretti had it all, and anything he didn't have, he could easily acquire. So, what could I possibly give him that would truly surprise him?I went back and forth until I shifted my focus from what he owned to how he felt. What inspired him? What did he carry quietly within himself? What would he never buy for himself because doing so would mean admitting he needed it? That’s where I found my answer.The gifts had been ordered three weeks in advance, confirmed twice, and were meant to arrive two days before Valentine's. When they hadn't shown up by the evening of the thirteenth, I found myself sitting in the kitchen on the phone with customer service because I had lost my patience. Dante passed through the kitchen once, noticed my expression, silently poured me a glass of water,

CINNAMON.I waited until leaving didn’t seem obvious. I wanted the party to thin out so that my absence wouldn’t appear abrupt. Then, I excused myself, told Risa I would be back, and made my way toward Dante's office.Walking through the hallway, catching glimpses of offices, some things have changed since my last visit to this building.I knocked on his door and pushed it open. He looked up from his laptop, and as soon as our eyes met, he smiled. My heart began to slow. 'See,' I thought. 'He's fine. You're fine. Everything is fine.'I closed the door behind me and approached his desk, lightly trailing my hand along the edge of the conference table. I perched on the corner of his desk, crossed my legs, and allowed the moment to be exactly what it was."Are you trying to distract me, Mrs. Moretti?" he asked."Is it working?"Slowly, I tucked my hair behind my ear. The diamonds on my ring caught the morning light streaming through the office windows and scattered it around. I noticed hi

DANTE."Mom, we don’t speak that name either.""I'm just—""Mom."My phone rang, interrupting us. I reached for it instinctively, half-expecting Cinnamon's name, fully bracing myself for the guilt of explaining tonight without actually explaining.Bringing the blaring phone to my face, I saw the unknown number on the screen.The laughter ceased in my throat. Mom’s gaze shifted to my face as she instantly understood that whatever took my laughter could be the same thing hunting her. Her hands stilled in her lap. "Who is that?""Tate." I stood up adjusting my expression. "We have a project deadline, and I forgot he was calling tonight." I kept my tone relaxed. "I need to take this outside."She gradually relaxed. "Okay."I walked over to her, bent down, and held her tight. I would fight this battle for us."Stop worrying," I whispered into her hair. "It's nothing serious."She patted my arm and let me go.I rushed out, the night air taking dominance on my face. I walked straight to my c

CINNAMON. The silk had twisted somewhere around my ribs, but neither of us cared. Dante’s body was searingly hot against mine, the crumpled fabric dragging across my stomach and breasts every time he moved. The friction alone aroused me. Dante started moving, stretching me with slow thrusts as I clenched my jaw against the burn. It felt good. So, so good. He kissed me harder, more desperate. My hips rose to meet him and my body took over from my mind, which was exactly what I'd needed, and he went deeper and I let him set the pace, relaxing with every stroke until my body got used to being filled completely. And it was. So fucking full. He put all his cock in, not sparing an inch and it made my toes curl. It turned to an intense pleasure that tightened my entire body and I welcomed it. I pulled him tighter, moving my hips against him, panting as he went deeper and deeper, the pleasure building and building. I moaned as the pang of it in my stomach had me clawing at him. I w

DANTE.They all held their breath, waiting as the MC continued. I was so sure about her winning so I relaxed. Being able to spot success was one great trait I had as a businessman."This author racked over six hundred million sales on light reading apps and two hundred million in paperback sales within two months of release—"Cinnamon grabbed her sister's other hand."—I am honored to present this award to Khole Wealth, known to her readers and to literature—" the MC smiled, "—as Lana Steele."The room went wild with cheers.Khole didn't move for exactly two seconds.Then she was on her feet and I was on mine, Oliver grabbing my lapel in sleepy confusion. She threw her arms around me first, which surprised me enough that I almost stepped back, and then she turned to Cinnamon and they held each other, tears of happiness streaming down their faces."You did it!" Cinnamon kept saying, her voice rising higher each time. "You did it, you did it—"I put Oliver on my hip and put my free hand