All Chapters of Dumped By The Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11 FIRST REAL FIGHT( SABRINA POV)

The moment I walked into the office that morning, my chest tightened.It wasn’t the usual Drake energy—cold, calculated, magnetic—it was warfare in human form. He hadn’t spoken a single word to me since yesterday, not even a glance that wasn’t controlled, measured, sharp.I knew exactly why.Yesterday, Vanessa Torres had left her mark. Not literally, of course, but mentally. Drake’s tension had carried over into the night, into every glance, every movement. And today… today was going to be worse.I passed by the receptionist and felt the subtle thrum of whispers, too faint to hear clearly but loud enough to raise the hairs on my neck. Everyone had noticed the change.And then I saw him.Drake. Behind his desk, phone pressed to his ear, tie loosened, sleeves rolled. He looked… dangerous. Palpably so.He hung up as soon as I entered. His eyes cut to mine, like a blade sliding through steel. Not soft. Not playful. Sharp. Proprietary.“Good morning, sir,” I murmured, trying for composure.

Chapter 12 Lover's Quarrel Continues (SABRINA POV)

The day dragged like molten metal.I tried. I really did. I focused on spreadsheets, emails, calendar updates. I even counted the ceiling tiles at one point just to distract myself. But Drake’s presence was like a live wire. Every step, every glance, every tiny brush of his sleeve against mine made my blood roar.Then… it happened.Vanessa Torres.She waltzed into the office like she owned it, hips swaying, heels clicking against the marble floors. Her smile was slow, deliberate, predatory. She glanced at me—then at Drake.And my stomach sank.She leaned casually against his desk, crossing her legs with impossible ease. “Drake,” she purred. “I didn’t expect to see you here so early. Busy day?”I stiffened. Every muscle in my body screamed don’t look at him, don’t look at him… but my eyes betrayed me anyway.Drake’s head snapped toward her. I could feel the shift in his energy before he even spoke. That predatory tension, the icy sharpness of possessiveness, wrapped around me like a vi

Chapter 13 A NIGHT WITHOUT RULES(SABRINA POV)

The office was quiet now, but the tension lingered like smoke. Drake had returned to his desk, but every movement, every glance over his shoulder, every subtle flex of his jaw screamed possession.And me? I was trembling, heart pounding, every nerve screaming that we were on the edge of something I had no right to—but desperately wanted.I tried to focus on finishing the reports he’d assigned, but my hands shook too much. Every paper, every pen, every tick of the clock reminded me of the storm brewing between us.Then he spoke.“Sabrina,” he murmured, low, deep, and intimate, like he was speaking only to me.I looked up, and he was standing behind me, close enough that his shadow swallowed my chair. The heat from his body radiated onto mine, making it impossible to think clearly.“You’re dangerous,” he said softly. “Every time I look at you, I feel like I’m about to lose control.”I swallowed hard, the words both frightening and thrilling. “You’re… supposed to be the one in control,”

Chapter 14 OFFLIMITS NIGHT(SABRINA POV)

The office felt impossibly small. Every inch of air between us burned. The city lights outside blurred into streaks of gold and silver, irrelevant compared to the storm raging between us.Drake’s hands were on my waist, holding me like he would never let go. I felt the hard planes of his chest against mine, the warmth of his body igniting every nerve. My hands rested on his shoulders, trembling with a mix of fear and desire, excitement and danger.“God, Sabrina,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “You have no idea how you drive me on.”“I think I do,” I whispered, but the truth was, I had no idea. No idea how I could want someone so dangerously, so completely, and know it was reckless—but feel powerless to stop.He captured my lips again, this time with an urgency that stole my breath. I couldn’t think, couldn’t reason—could barely remember the world beyond his mouth, his hands, his presence. Every kiss was a claim, a promise, a challenge.His hands roamed down my back, slipping under

Chapter 15 THE SOFTENING (SABRINA POV)

The city had gone to sleep—or at least, that’s what I told myself as I stepped out of Drake’s office hours later, trying to make sense of the chaos in my chest.I should have been processing what happened tonight. What he did tonight. The fire, the tension, the way he claimed me so completely that I could barely remember the world outside his arms.And yet, all I could think about was him—Drake Peterson.Not the ruthless CEO, the untouchable man everyone whispered about in boardrooms. Not the man who ran companies like empires, who could destroy people with a word or a look.No. Not him.I couldn’t stop thinking about the man whose hands made my knees weak, whose eyes could strip me bare without even touching me, whose voice lingered in my ears like a sin I wanted to repeat endlessly.And somehow… somehow, he wasn’t untouchable tonight.I replayed the way his mask had cracked, the way his walls had trembled—tiny, fragile cracks I’d caught because I was close enough to see it. Vulnerab

Chapter 16 Chaotic Silence (SABRINA POV)

The office felt impossibly quiet after that moment near the window. I couldn’t move. My body wouldn’t let me. My chest felt like it was being squeezed from all sides, and my mind was a chaotic mix of fear, desire, and… something I wasn’t ready to name yet.Drake took a step closer, and the sound of his shoes against the polished floor made my pulse spike.“You’re staring,” he said softly, almost teasing.I swallowed. “I… I’m just… trying to… process.”He raised a brow. “Process what? That I—” He stopped, clearly debating how much to reveal. “—don’t know how to handle you?”I laughed nervously. “Isn’t that obvious?”He smirked, slow and deliberate, but his eyes flickered with something softer. “Maybe. But seeing it… makes it real.”“Seeing what?” I asked, stepping closer. “You? Real?”“Yes,” he said, voice low. “Me. Not the CEO. Not the man everyone fears. Just… me. And you’ve made me… vulnerable. I don’t like it, but I can’t stop it.”I blinked, trying to catch my breath. “Vulnerable?

Chapter 17 A NIGHT WITHOUT RULES (SABRINA POV)

The city lights outside Drake’s penthouse were cold and distant, but inside, the air was thick, heavy with an intensity I couldn’t ignore.I stood frozen by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the neon glow of the streets below, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. But it was useless. Every heartbeat, every pulse screamed one truth: I couldn’t stop thinking about him. About him.And then I felt it—a presence behind me so sudden, so intimate, that my spine shivered before I even turned.“Can’t sleep?” His voice was low, silky, dangerous.I tried to smile, tried to act casual, but my body betrayed me instantly. “I… wasn’t… trying to.”“You were thinking about me,” he said, stepping closer. The click of his polished shoes against the hardwood floor was hypnotic. “I can feel it.”I swallowed hard. “I… wasn’t—”“You were,” he interrupted softly, his lips almost brushing my ear as he leaned close. “And don’t lie. You’re shaking.”I could feel his breath against my neck, warm, intox

Chapter 18 Rhythm of Us (SABRINA POV)

The moment his lips left mine, the world narrowed down to the sound of our breaths, the rhythm of our racing hearts, and the heat that pulsed between us.He didn’t give me a chance to think. Didn’t give me a second to question anything. Drake Peterson had me pinned against the window, the city lights outside doing nothing to compete with the fire in his eyes.“I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, lips brushing my jaw, teeth grazing softly, deliberately. “Every damn second since that first night.”I shivered under him, fingers gripping his shirt, feeling the heat of his chest, the power in his arms. “Drake… we shouldn’t—”“We shouldn’t?” His laugh was low, rough, and it vibrated through me. “There’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t risk for this. For you.”I gasped as his hands trailed down my sides, teasingly slow, sending shivers straight through my body. His touch was fire, leaving trails that made me ache for more. And even more as he reached down there, the delicate and most sensitive p

Chapter 19 WHISPERS IN THE COMPANY(Sabrina POV)

The office felt… different.Not colder. Not warmer. Just… heavier. Like the air itself had started listening. Every step I took down the hallway, the faint rustle of papers and clicking of keyboards suddenly seemed like an orchestra tuning to a melody I wasn’t supposed to hear.I rolled my shoulders, telling myself I was imagining it. Maybe it was just the aftermath of yesterday—the way Drake had cornered me in his office, that scorching heat that lingered on my skin, that brush of his thumb against my lips that I couldn’t stop replaying in my mind.But no. I wasn’t imagining it.As soon as I stepped into the common area for my mid-morning coffee, whispers hit me like a gust of icy wind.“…Did you see her with Drake yesterday?”“…I think they’re… something.”“…Seriously? In the CEO’s office? That’s not professional…”I froze mid-step. My hand hovered over the coffee machine handle, shaking ever so slightly. I tried to tell myself they were just talking. People always whispered. It was

Chapter 20 Office Rumor Explodes (Sabrina's Pov)

The office door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly… the hum of computers, the low chatter, the whispers outside—it all disappeared. Like we’d been carved out of reality, leaving only the two of us in a bubble thick with heat and tension.Drake didn’t move immediately. He just stood there, leaning slightly against his desk, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as he studied me. Every step I had taken earlier seemed meaningless now—I was raw, exposed, and painfully aware of every inch of him.“You feel that?” he murmured, voice low enough that it made my pulse leap. “That tension? That… electricity?”I swallowed, heart hammering. “Yes.”“Good,” he said softly, stepping closer. One long stride, then another, until the space between us was razor-thin. “Because you’re mine, Sabrina. Even if the entire office thinks otherwise. Even if they whisper and gossip and judge…”His words… they weren’t boastful. Not exactly. But possessive. Claiming. And God, I felt it all. Every syllable landed like fire

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