All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE WHO STOLE MY FIRST NIGHT: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The plan had been forming for weeks, each detail carefully plotted like a prison break—because that's exactly what it was.I'd watched my mother's calendar like a hawk, memorizing her schedule, noting when she and my father would be occupied for hours at the Vanderbilt charity dinner. I'd researched bars across the city, looking for somewhere upscale enough that I wouldn't stand out, but far enough from our social circle that I wouldn't risk running into anyone who knew my family. I'd even practiced lying to Margot, our housekeeper, telling her I had a headache and would be retiring early, my voice steady despite the hammering of my heart.But no amount of planning had prepared me for the actual moment of escape—for the intoxicating, terrifying rush of freedom as I'd slipped past the security gate and into the waiting taxi, my entire body trembling with equal parts fear and exhilaration.Now, sitting in this bar with my hand still tingling from where the stranger had touched me, watch

"Wait." His voice cut through the haze of desire, and suddenly his hands were on my shoulders, gently but firmly pushing me back against the pillows.I blinked up at him, confused and aching, my body screaming in protest at the loss of contact. "What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong." He sat back on his heels, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath his partially unbuttoned shirt, his hair disheveled from my fingers. "I just realized I'm about to devour you like a starving man, and I don't even know what you're running from."The words hung between us, intimate and dangerous. This was supposed to be simple—anonymous, physical, uncomplicated. Talking made it real. Talking meant connection beyond the physical.Talking was far more dangerous than sex."I thought we agreed," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite my thundering heart. "No past, no future. Just now."He traced a finger down my arm, raising goosebumps in its wake. "Indulge me. We have all night. What's the rush?" His

The emergency meeting took seventeen minutes—I counted every single one.I'd waited in his office, a space of glass and steel and understated luxury that screamed power with every carefully chosen detail, trying not to touch anything, trying not to think about the fact that I was standing in Liam Hawthorne's private domain. Through the window, the city sprawled beneath us like a conquered kingdom, and I wondered if this was how he saw the world—from above, untouchable, in control of everything.When he finally returned, closing the door behind him with a decisive click, something had shifted in his demeanor. The emergency had been handled, whatever crisis averted, and now his full attention landed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch."Alone at last," he said, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made heat pool low in my belly. "No more interruptions. No more delays.""Your meeting—""Is handled." He crossed the space between us in three strides, his hands c