All Chapters of Under His Billionaire Roof: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

They fell into a rhythm.Days, they were strangers. Leighton stayed in her room or left the house entirely. Noah worked in his office. They passed each other in hallways with nothing more than a nod. Professional. Distant.Nights were different.After Chloe went to bed, Noah would text. One word: *Now.*And Leighton would slip down the hallway to his room. Lock the door behind her. Let him pull her into his bed and make her forget every reason this was a bad idea.Tuesday morning, she had her second interview with Catalyst Creative."You're going out?" Chloe asked over breakfast. Noah was in the gym. Safe."Just errands.""Want company?""No. I'm fine."Chloe's eyes narrowed. "You've been weird lately. Sneaking around. Keeping secrets."Leighton's heart jumped. "I'm not sneaking.""You are. But whatever. I'll find out eventually." Chloe grabbed her bag. "I have meetings all day. See you tonight?""Yeah. Tonight."After Chloe left, Leighton changed into her interview outfit. The same b

Noah avoided her for two days.Leighton caught glimpses of him. Leaving early for work. Coming home late. His office door always closed. No midnight texts. No stolen glances across the dinner table.It was like they'd gone back to the beginning. Strangers sharing a house.Except now it hurt worse. Because now she knew what his touch felt like. How he tasted. The sound he made when she kissed that spot on his neck.Friday night, Chloe went out with friends. Left Leighton alone in the house with Noah.She tried to stay in her room. Tried to focus on apartment listings. On packing. On anything except the man down the hallway who wouldn't talk to her.At ten, she heard his office door open. Footsteps in the hallway. Then a knock on her door.She opened it. He stood there in jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt. Dark circles under his eyes. Hair a mess."Can we talk?" His voice was rough. Tired."Okay."He walked past her into the room. Paced to the window. Back to the door. Restless energy radiat

Noah couldn't sleep again. The clock on his nightstand glowed 1:47 AM, Monday now technically, but it still felt like Sunday night. One day left. The house pressed in around him, too still, like it already knew she was gone.His phone lit up on the sheet beside him. A single text.Leighton: Come to your office.Nothing else. No emoji, no please. Just that.He stared at the words until the screen dimmed. Then he pulled on gray sweatpants and walked barefoot down the hall. The house was dark except for the thin strip of light leaking under his office door.He turned the handle slowly and pushed it open.Leighton was sprawled across the wide mahogany desk, completely naked. Her back arched just enough to lift her breasts, knees bent, feet flat on the cool wood, thighs parted. The desk lamp painted warm gold over her skin, catching on the faint sheen of sweat already there. Her dark hair fanned out around her head like spilled ink. She watched him with steady eyes, lips slightly swollen,

Leighton woke to sunlight streaming through Noah's window.For a moment, she forgot. Let herself believe this was just another morning. That she wasn't leaving. That his arm around her waist meant something permanent.Then reality crashed back.Today. She was leaving today.Noah's breathing was steady against her neck. Still asleep. She turned carefully, not wanting to wake him. Wanting to memorize his face in the morning light. The way his hair fell across his forehead. The slight scruff on his jaw. The peace in his expression that only came when he slept.She'd never see this again. Never wake up next to him. Never feel this safe.Her throat tightened. She blinked hard against the burning in her eyes.His eyes opened. Dark and immediately aware. Like he'd known she was watching.They stared at each other. Neither speaking. Both knowing these were their last moments alone."I should go," she whispered. "Before Chloe wakes up."His arm tightened around her waist. "Not yet.""Noah..."

Noah stared at his laptop screen. The contract blurred in front of him. He'd read the same paragraph six times. Still couldn't process a single word.His office smelled stale. Coffee gone cold. Takeout containers piled on the desk. He couldn't remember when he'd last opened a window.The clock read 3 AM. Tuesday. Or Wednesday. He'd lost track.He refreshed his email. Nothing important. Nothing from her.Not that he expected anything. She'd made it clear. No calls. No halfway. She was moving on.Good. That's what she should do. What she deserved.His chest felt like someone had carved it out with a dull knife.He forced his eyes back to the contract. Made it through another paragraph before his mind wandered to her apartment. Small. Cheap. Nothing like what she deserved. He'd looked it up online. Stalked the address like a creep.The building had peeling paint. Bars on the ground floor windows. A parking lot with more cracks than asphalt.She was living there because of him. Because he