All Chapters of The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The mattress was damningly soft.That was my first coherent thought after my eyes fluttered open and my senses came to.I sank into it like I’d signed a non-disclosure agreement with luxury. For about a minute, I just lay there staring at the ceiling.The ceiling had detailing.Huh.Who has detailing on a ceiling?The room smelled expensive. Not perfume. Not air freshener. Just… expensive. Crisp. Filtered. Like the air had better credit than I did.I frowned.This was not my apartment.I pushed up on my elbows slowly, eyes sweeping over the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows covered with heavy drapes. Furniture that looked like it had never met a scratch in its life.Oh.OH.I was in New York.The remnants of sleep cleared immediately.I lunged for my phone on the stand. The screen lit up and I conveniently ignored the numerous notifications on the home screen.9:52 a.m!A chill slithered down my spine.There was a breakfast meeting this morning. One I may just be late for.Holy crap!I s

~ Lucien:I’ve spent most of my life studying mistakes.The accidental kind and the deliberate ones disguised as accidents.Scarlett’s was not the first kind.She’d been testing me since the conference.The lip bite.The distraction in the elevator — her thoughts clearly nowhere near work. The intensity in her eyes when reality returned made that obvious.And now the slow, deliberate way she’d licked the oil from her fingers. The darkening of her gaze when she held mine. The way her breathing slowed.It left me painfully hard.That night in my penthouse, I’d been so close to taking her right over the marble counter. Holding back had been its own punishment, for both of us.And in a span of days, she’d grown bold.She turned after sliding the door shut, eyes blown wide, shoulders squared despite her composure cracking at the edges.“Come here,” I said quietly.When she stepped into my space, I didn’t touch her immediately.I let the silence stretch.“You think you’re clever,” I said qu

The blue dress hugged my waist and skimmed over my hips before falling in a clean line to my knees. Elegant. Professional. Perfectly appropriate for a dinner meeting with investors.I stared at my reflection, smoothing my hands over the fabric as if that might quiet the restless energy humming beneath my skin. It didn’t.My hair was still slightly damp from the shower, falling in soft waves down my back. My lips looked fuller than usual, a little swollen. Because of Lucien.My fingers drifted unconsciously to my mouth.The memory hit me again — sudden and vivid. His fingers on my tongue, his dark gaze, the way his hand gripped my waist. His mouth. Warm. Demanding. And then, just as abruptly, gone. I’d never felt more disappointed at a kiss ending despite being breathless.God.I was so shameless.I grabbed my bag, tucked my phone inside, ignoring Hera’s texts, and stepped out before I could spiral any further.Clayton was waiting farther down the hall. His room was midway along the co

I woke with a start, instantly aware that I wasn’t in my room but in Lucien’s.I hadn’t slept deeply enough to miss it.The king-sized mattress was cool beneath my bare skin, the sheets carrying the unmistakable scent of his aftershave and expensive cologne.I pushed upright, ignoring the pleasant hum still lingering in my body, and swung my legs over the side of the bed, already scanning the room for a clock.Apparently the “demonstration” had turned into another round on the couch, followed by a long conversation about my conversation with Anthony— because Lucien had been very serious about knowing exactly what we’d discussed.That somehow spiraled into why I’d chosen to study architecture in the first place.The expensive wine I had absolutely no business drinking that late had loosened my tongue.My head felt like it might spin.My gaze finally landed on the wall clock and I exhaled in relief.6:09 a.m.Early.Perfect for slipping out before running into anyone in the hallway.I c

Scarlett:Lucien was an asshole.I probably should’ve known just how deep the assholery ran just from working for him. The man thrived on pushing people’s buttons. Half the time he said outrageous things with that calm, infuriating composure just to see how someone would react.A fucking menace.A hot, sharp-suited menace with broad shoulders, perpetually messy dark hair, and a mouth that always seemed on the verge of a smug smile.Unfortunately for my sanity, he also had eyes that noticed everything.And right now those eyes were on me while his mouth moved. He was talking — to me, it seems — something about rescheduling and design revisions.I wasn’t listening.Because he had absolutely no right asking about my night at this table knowing exactly how it had been spent. And once that thought appeared, the memories followed.God.I thought I’d handled this already during the little pep talk I’d given myself in the mirror while I got dressed after that abominable call with Hera.“He is