Todos os capítulos de Dumped By The Billionaire : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

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

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

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?

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

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