The billionaire’s dirty deal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

Two days went by, and finally the day came for my meeting at Magical.Making the phone call was easy. Getting face-to-face with someone inside? That was the hard part. A few minutes later, I managed to get an appointment. I’m nothing if not persistent. I went all out on the receptionist and used every trick in the book until someone agreed to see me.The shame of sitting here in the waiting lobby was enough to bury me alive. The looks from the sleek men and women in expensive suits only made it worse.Why didn’t I dress better? If I had known everyone in this building was flashy and polished, I would’ve borrowed some of Max clothes.Those looks… I knew that if any one of them were in my shoes, they would do the exact same thing I was doing.The building was high-grade, just as I expected. Walking inside felt like stepping into a catalogue for rich snobs.This place screamed I’m more important than you, so shut up before I sue you, and it made my anxiety skyrocket.I didn’t belong here

The next morning the sound of glass shattering woke me before I even opened my eyes.Someone was inside.My heart jumped into my throat. I bolted upright and froze.Footsteps. Heavy and fast. The unmistakable sound of doors being kicked in.“Leo Carter! We’re taking what’s ours!”Shit.I scrambled out of bed, heart hammering, and looked around.Within minutes, the men had thrown everything: books, clothes, electronics onto the floor. Their eyes were red and cruel. They didn’t care that I was only twenty-three, that I was broke, or that I had nowhere to go.“Pay up!” one shouted.“I I don’t have it!” I stammered. My voice shook. “I don’t have the money!”They laughed, a sound that made my stomach feel sick.“That’s not our problem,” another said. “You signed. You owe. You pay, or you leave everything behind.”And just like that… I had nothing. No apartment, no furniture, no home. Just a pile of ruined belongings and a very real sense of panic.I ran out the back door, barefoot, gasping

The strange fear didn’t fade when Grayson walked away.It followed me into sleep.And it was still there when I woke up.Morning light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, pale and unforgiving. For a second, I forgot where I was. Then I remembered the glass walls. The silence. The man who owned all of it and now, in some unspoken way, had a claim on me too.A soft knock came at the door.My heart jumped.“Leo,” Grayson’s voice called, calm as ever. “You awake?”“Yes,” I answered, sitting up too fast.“Good. Come out.”No command. No threat.Still, my body moved before my brain caught up.He was already dressed when I stepped into the living space dark trousers, crisp shirt, sleeves rolled up like yesterday never ended. He stood by the kitchen counter, coffee in hand, watching me with that unreadable expression.“You sleep?” he asked.“A little.”He nodded, as if that was enough. “Sit.”I did.He didn’t touch me. Didn’t crowd me. Just leaned back against the counter, eyes stea

Grayson Knight steps away from me and walks past, heading back to his desk where he left his trousers. He pulls them on while I struggle to catch my breath.After what feels like hours, we’re finally done.I try to stand up straight, but the burning inside me right where he’d been makes it almost impossible to move, let alone bend down.I can’t believe I agreed to have sex with him. I don’t even know what came over me, I am so disappointedI bend to grab my trousers just as Grayson returns with a box of tissues in his hands.“Stay still. I’ll wipe you down,” he commands, and humiliatingly, I obey.There’s no way I can move my legs or even use my hands. My entire body feels like it’s been run over by a truck… or fucked by one. I swallow my nerves as he gets close again and let him clean me up.He carefully wipes his cum off me and, once he’s done, hands me my trousers, which I immediately snatch from his grip.“Thank you,” I mutter, refusing to meet his eyes as I pull them on, ignoring