Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dumped By The Billionaire : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The office was dead silent.Not the usual, pleasant kind of quiet. Not the kind that lets you concentrate on spreadsheets or sip overpriced coffee without interruption. This was heavy, loaded, the kind of silence that makes your skin tingle and your heart hammer like it’s trying to escape.I had stayed behind, like he asked. After hours. Alone. With him.And suddenly, I realized just how terrifying—and thrilling—that could be.The elevator had chimed down an hour ago, sending the last few stragglers into the night. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered softly, bathing the open-plan office in a sterile, almost clinical glow. But Drake’s office… Drake’s office felt different. Dangerous. Magnetic. Alive.I tried to tell myself I was professional. That this was just business. That I wasn’t currently burning alive from a single glance he gave me when he said:“Stay after hours today.”I gripped my pen like it was a lifeline and tried to focus on the folder he had left on my desk. Contr

And just as I begged for more he stopped he looked into my eyes and licked the finger he just took grom my wetness.He came closer and kisses me. Then he whispered " I want you so bad but I won't take you yet...not yet."Then he stood and went to the bathroom. The next thing I heard is the rushing flow of the shower.I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe. Drake Peterson got me. And I can't deny that he already possessed me in ways I cannot define yet. The next day was a usual busy day at the company. By the end of the office hours the whole building begun to quiet. The office was quieter than it had been all evening. Only the hum of the air conditioner, the distant city lights filtering through the glass walls, and the soft shuffle of Drake’s shoes against the polished floor.I hadn’t moved from my chair since he leaned in for that kiss, and frankly… I didn’t want to.Then he pulled back—just enough to look at me properly, eyes dark and unreadable, like he was weighing something

I woke up with swollen lips.Of course I did.A whole night pretending that nothing happened between me and Drake Peterson—and then dreaming about it like my brain wanted to torture me on purpose.The image kept replaying:His hand on my jaw.His breath against my mouth.His voice—low, hungry, sinful.“Don’t make me repeat myself, Sabrina.”I rolled out of bed like a girl who had no business existing in the same city as that man, much less the same building. But here I was—putting on makeup, tying my hair, applying lip gloss that I knew wouldn’t matter the moment he looked at me.Because that’s the real problem with Drake.He doesn’t even have to touch me.He just has to look.By the time I reached the office, my heart was already in my throat. The elevator doors slid open to the executive floor and—of course—he was there.Standing beside the glass wall. Suit jacket off. Sleeves rolled. Veins on full display. Phone against his ear. Eyes already on me.Like he felt me arrive.Like I wa

Drake’s office door shut behind him with a soft but heavy click—like the sound of a guillotine right before it drops. His last words still echoed inside me, hot and frightening and beautiful: “She will never replace you.” God. I hated how that sentence wrapped itself around my ribs and pulled tight. I stood there, still pressed against his glass desk like I had no bones. My pulse was chaos, my breath unsteady, my body vibrating from the way he touched me—barely touched me—but it felt like so much more. I should’ve gone back to my workstation. But my legs weren’t listening. My heart especially wasn’t. His chair still held the warmth of where he sat. His scent—cedar, clean smoke, and something dangerously male—lingered in the air like a sin I wasn’t done committing. Drake Peterson was a problem. Worse… he was becoming mine. And that terrified me. Because the more he let the cracks show, the more I saw the man behind the CEO mask. The one who wanted me. The one who feared l