81. Five-Thirty.

~ Lucien:....By the time I signed the last contract Marla had flagged for approval, it was already past three in the morning.The Glenn merger files were still open across one side of the screen beside project reports, acquisition summaries, and updates from legal regarding the ongoing lawsuit against Glenford.I skimmed through the latest update briefly before returning my attention to Glenn’s email.The merger was happening. We both knew it. Eden would benefit from the partnership, Glenn Holdings would gain the expansion leverage they wanted, and neither of us were wasting time pretending otherwise.The issue was that Glenn Andrews liked resistance.He was the kind of businessman who liked dragging negotiations out just enough to see who lost patience first.Tonight’s email had been another unnecessarily detailed revision of terms I’d already reviewed twice earlier in the week. Nothing substantial had changed. No hidden clauses. No strategic shifts.Just Glenn reminding everyone i

82. Talk about timing

She turned to face me fully and my eyes drifted once again.Who looked that good this early in the morning?Scarlett, apparently.Even with her eyes narrowed slightly like she was fighting the beginning of a headache, she still looked unfairly attractive.And speaking of headaches, the hangover had probably caught up to her by now.She cleared her throat, dragging me from my thoughts. Thoughts I was quite certain she had a rough idea about considering how flushed she suddenly looked.“I usually wake up early for work,” she said, tugging at the robe like it did anything to help the length.Then, seemingly realizing it was useless, she straightened instead, injecting defiance into her posture as her gaze dropped briefly to the bottle in her hand.“Was there some sort of party I wasn’t informed about?” she asked, gesturing lightly with it.I glanced at the bottle, the corner of my mouth curving. “You think contracts and whiskey qualify as a party?”“Well,” she lifted it slightly, “the bo

83. Portable Binoculars

Scarlett:The universe had impeccable timing.Lucien did not seem to appreciate that. The naught in his eyes when he looked ready to continue whatever sinful idea had just cross his mind was now replaced by a hint of irritation as his phone lit up against the marble.His expression shifted as he glanced at the screen.“Marla,” he muttered.Right.He reached for the phone but not before his hand settled against my waist and pulled me forward onto the stool, then his fingers flexed once like he disliked having to step away at all.“Stay right here,” he said distractedly before answering.And then just like that, he shifted. Not completely. I could still feel traces of whatever had been happening between us lingering in the air. But the second the call started, something sharper settled over him. Colder. Focused.Business Lucien.I picked the mug and took a sip of the coffee while pretending I wasn’t staring at him. That failed miserably. Because unfairly attractive included listening to

84. Divorced with opinions.

Lucien’s breath left him roughly against my neck as he finished, one hand tightening hard against my waist while the other steadied my hip like he didn’t trust either of us not to fall apart completely.Which was fair.Because I already had.A shaky exhale left me as I slumped back against his chest, my head dropping back against his shoulder while both of us tried to catch our breath.For a few seconds, neither of us moved.Morning light spilled through the glass around us now, warm against overheated skin.My legs had given up after the first orgasm against the glass, and apparently, Lucien’s solution to that had been hauling me into his lap on a lounger facing the city afterward and continuing like gravity, dignity and common sense no longer applied to either of us.Now sprawled across his lap — completely naked, exhausted and exposed to the thankfully highrise-free skyline — I was still trying to process the fact that I’d just had sex overlooking New York in broad daylight.It was

All Chapters of The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 84

81. Five-Thirty.

82. Talk about timing

83. Portable Binoculars

84. Divorced with opinions.