I PAID A BILLIONAIRE FOR A NIGHT のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Chapter 162Arya’s POVI pulled into the parking lot of the bar the address the bartender had given me led me to, looking around in surprise and confusion. With its dim lights and graffiti painted walls, this was the last place I was expecting Blake to go drinking, especially with how unsafe it looked.I parked as fast as I could and ran into the bar, trying and failing to ignore the scent of alcohol, sweat, and smoke that filled the air.My eyes scanned the room for a few seconds before landing on Blake who was slumped over a counter, motionless. For a moment, I just stood there watching him. It didn't feel real, Blake was never the kind of person that would do this to himself. This version of him — disheveled, undone, stripped of the control and composure he carried so effortlessly — felt like something I wasn’t meant to see, something no one was supposed to see.“Are you Arya?” the bartender asked as I walked to the counter, standing next to Blake.“Yes.” I nodded, and she let out

Chapter 164Arya’s POVMy office door opened and Derek walked in holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other, and as I watched him, I could not help but feel a little bit of irony at the situation.Because five years ago, this gesture would have been enough for me to fall for him. I would have thought him doing all this really meant he loved me, but now I could see through his performance, and looking at him, I felt nothing more than a hint of amusement and entertainment.“Arya,” he said warmly, his lips curving into a practiced smile as he approached my desk, placing the flowers and chocolates carefully on the table. I glanced at the huge roses briefly, trying to hide my disgust. We were together for three years and he still never figured out that I hated roses. Taking my eyes off the flowers, I looked back at him, forcing my lips to curve into a slight smile.“What are you doing here?” I asked in a cool, dismissive tone.Instead of answering me, h

Chapter 166Blake’s POVThe house felt unbearably quiet as I walked in. Everyone of my staff was still out celebrating our win, and I should have been doing the same, but watching Arya walk out with Derek had put a damper on my happy mood, and I wasn't in the mood to celebrate anything, not with the shit storm that was my life.I loosened my tie as I walked through the corridor upstairs, exhaustion sitting heavily on my shoulders, and not the kind that could be fixed with sleep either. My mind was still racing from the almost kiss I had shared with Arya, and although I had no right to want it as badly as I did, it still didn't stop me from wishing it happened.The feel of her in my arms, the sound of her laughter, the way she looked at me…My footsteps slowed as I realised I was at Ivy's door. For a few seconds, I simply stared at it. Five years… five entire years of existing in the same house while living completely separate lives.I had married her and given her my name, provided fo

Chapter 168Blake's POVI had no idea how, but one second we were kissing by the doorway, and the next we were inside Arya's room, our clothes flying off our bodies as our lips crashed together.I bit Arya's lips slightly, and a gasp escaped her lips. My tongue slid into her mouth, tangling against hers as my hands roamed all over her body.Five years… I had no idea how I went without this for five whole years. The taste of her lips, the feel of her skin against mine. Everything about her was addictive.“Arya…” I breathed against her lips.“Don’t talk.” she whispered, and then her lips met mine again as she pushed me to the bed.By the time our bodies hit the bed, neither of us were thinking anymore. The only thing I could think about was Arya, the way her lips moved against mine, the way she was kissing me like she was afraid I might disappear if she stopped.I rolled us over until I was above her, my lips leaving hers and spreading kisses across her face, her neck, her chest, and th

Chapter 170Arya's POVBy the time evening arrived the next day, I had changed outfits three times, which was completely ridiculous. It's not like this was a first date, it was just dinner with Blake, so why was I so nervous I stood in front of my mirror with my arms folded, staring at my reflection with narrowed eyes as though the woman staring back at me was someone else entirely.Because maybe she was. I had never cared this much about dinner, I never imagined myself spending nearly twenty minutes deciding between lipstick shades only to wipe them all off and start over. And I never thought I'd find myself smiling at my phone like an idiot just because Blake texted that he was outside.This was dangerous, everything about this was dangerous. But my heart still betrayed me anyway, fluttering wildly inside my chest as I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.Milo was seated in the living room helping the twins with homework when I appeared, and his eyes immediately narrowed slightl