Semua Bab The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Scarlett:The low hum of the engine filled the car as it sped through the highway. The tension was too thick for the exchange between Lucien and me.What was I thinking? A ride, really? Hell, that was a ruse and we knew that.I should’ve stayed pacing in the restroom instead of giving in to… whatever this was. Whatever my body wanted, because that was what dragged me out after fifteen whole minutes.My gaze shifted slowly from the window to Lucien who hadn’t glanced my way since the drive started. My eyes returned to the road, narrowing when I saw he’d missed my turn.My lips parted, pulse jumping.I should’ve said something, stopped him, but I didn’t. And again for the millionth time this night, I had a feeling that this was a terrible ideaBy the time the car rolled into the driveway of an apartment complex — his apartment complex — my stomach was twisted into a tight knot.Lucien killed the engine and finally looked at me — the first time since we’d left. His gaze was searching, li

Scarlett:Morning crept in fast. The rays of the sunlight poured directly on my face and for a second I didn’t realize where I was until I shifted — and winced. Everything hurt. The inside of my thighs throbbed. My neck felt sore. My knees ached and my throat felt raw.As the soreness spread, the memory of who caused it lingered. Lucien. His hands, his voice. The way he had touched and commanded me, the way he’d fucked me.Heat crawled up my face. I could feel him everywhere like he made sure of, with the many positions he’d taken me the whole night. It was almost shameful how satisfied I was, how much I couldn’t bring myself to regret last night despite the fact that he’d practically seduced me into agreeing to the arrangement between us.A shiver slid down my spine, thrilling and fucked up in equal measure, because it was never part of the plan to let Lucien —my boss — wreck me like that or even have the access to me anytime he wanted.The second the word boss crossed my mind, some

The next two days at work were unbearable. Everything felt like rush hour. Two contracts had tanked thanks to Nicole and her team’s incompetence. This had Lucien breathing fire down everyone’s necks.In the hallways, people were practically speed walking, tension heavy in their shoulders.And as if that wasn’t enough, the company’s annual gala was around the corner. Marla had pulled me aside almost every hour to skim through things with her. It was a lot yet she was handling it better than most of us. I’d lost count of how many times I’d cussed Lucien for rejecting all eight of the floor plans I’d sent to him so far.I couldn’t even tell if he was doing it to get a rise out of me. We’d seen each other in the conference room days ago when he tore into Nicole. That was it. No comment, no look, no move.It should’ve been a relief. Probably meant our agreement was dead. I should’ve been happy but irritation crackled painfully under my skin.As much as I hated admitting it — even in the pr

I stared at him, stunned. “You can't be serious.”Only, he was.Lucien stared at me, eyes sharp, shoulders relaxed with maddening patience that made my pulse race.His lips tilted with a cruel smile as he pointed towards the panel with his head.“Nine floors left.”A sharp gasp escaped me. I was flustered and aroused in a way that terrified me.I knew what he was doing. What he wanted me to do. And as much as his demand had left me gobsmacked, I couldn’t shake off the fact that I’d agreed to this.My gaze fell on the floor numbers. We were on the seventh floor now.My hand moved before I could think, skimming over the hem of my skirt till it slipped underneath to the band of my damp lace. My breath caught and I tried not to whimper.I stepped out of it, trembling. I looked at him. He had been watching the whole time, his gaze dark with an intensity that caused heat to pool low.He didn’t move at first.Then he lifted his hand, palm open.Heat bloomed at the base of my neck and my pul

I stepped into the hallway, face flushed, my bag weighing on my shoulder. There was a strange weight to the air around me, like I’d left a piece of myself behind.Every person I passed made my spine stiffen, as though they could see how undone I was. Worse, the ache between my thighs wasn’t helping.Keeping my head down, I crossed toward the lobby, willing myself to look normal.My steps slowed when I neared there. The space felt different. Quieter than it should’ve been. It wasn’t empty. Only, the air was thick, like it had adjusted itself to an important presence.I stopped close to the receptionist’s desk, eyes narrowing towards the center of the room.There, stood the man whose name always appeared in prints and his profile on every outlet. Thomas Whitmore. Lucien’s father.He didn’t need to do anything to command attention — people kept their distance instinctively, voices low, movements careful.So this was him.Older but sharper than I’d imagined. His gaze moved like he owned t