Todos os capítulos de I PAID A BILLIONAIRE FOR A NIGHT : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Chapter 82Arya’s POVBlake and I sat next to each other in silence as the car slowed to a stop in front of the workshop building.Blake was fully dressed for work in a tailored suit that looked too good on him, his phone pressed against his ear as he finished up a call. His voice was low, clipped and business-like, very different from the man who had tried to convince me to take a break from work, his voice filled with concern.I reminded him that he was the one who had been poisoned, and he was the one who should be taking a break, not me – that shut him up quickly. “Yes,” he said into the phone, his authoritative voice sending a wave of shivers down my spine, but I tried to ignore it.“Push the meeting to this evening, the extra hours should be enough for them to finish working on it. I don't care if they can't meet the deadline they set for themselves, I cannot reschedule my meetings any more than I already have. I'm not responsible for their incompetence.” he ended the call and

Chapter 84Blake’s POVI had been staring at the same paragraph for the last five minutes, but I couldn't concentrate, my mind still replaying the events of this morning.My parents talking about arranging a match for Danielle came as a surprise to me, but what didn't was her refusal. After all, despite our differences, we were siblings and very similar in a lot of ways, one of which was our need to be in control. I would never have agreed to marry a woman my parents set up for me, and it didn't surprise me that Danielle would do the same.The only good thing that comes out of this is that she'd be too busy fighting with my parents to pay any attention to Arya.Speaking of Arya…my eyes drifted away from the documents I was supposed to be focusing on, to the lunch pack still on my table. Making breakfast for my family was one thing, but packing lunch for me? That was beyond unexpected and I had no idea how to feel about it.A few days ago, she didn't want me to touch her, and now she w

Chapter 86Blake’s POVI drove as fast as I could without breaking any laws, my mind racing with every mile I covered. Why was that man working here? Here of all places? My mind drifted back to the restaurant – walking in and seeing Arya laughing and smiling freely with him in a way she hadn't done with me – and now he's working with her?I parked in front of the building and stepped out of my car and walked into the lobby, my steps coming to a halt as I saw Arya and Milo standing close together as they talked.Arya looked so tired that I could see it even from this distance — from the slight slump of her shoulders to the way she absentmindedly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear… it was obvious to me that she’d had a long day. That alone irritated me, because she should’ve been on her way home by now resting, not talking to a man that apparently couldn't take no for an answer.Milo, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease. His hands were loose, his posture was relaxed, and he

Chapter 88Arya’s POVThat's it, I can't take this anymore, I need to leave this place before I start screaming at both of them to grow up.We were almost done with dinner, and the tension at the table was getting thicker instead of fading away, and I couldn't enjoy my meal with both men glaring at each other above my head.“I need to use the bathroom.” I muttered, pushing my chair back and leaving the table, ignoring Blake and Milo staring at me.The bathroom was quiet, thankfully. Soft music hummed from hidden speakers, and the lights were warm and flattering. I stepped up to the sink, turned on the tap, and let the cool water rush over my hands as I tried to calm myself.I stared at my reflection, a deep sigh heaving from my chest.What the hell is going on tonight? Two grown men. Two successful and smart men… and they were acting like territorial teenagers.Milo's actions were out of line, yes, but Blake hadn’t exactly helped to de-escalate things either with how possessive he had

Chapter 90Blake’s POVWe were having dinner together the next day as by some miracle, everyone was home early. It should have been a simple affair, but as I sat at the long dining table with polished silverware glinting beneath the warm chandelier, the quiet clink of cutlery and low murmur of conversation wrapping around me, my mind kept going back to the car last night.I couldn't stop thinking about the way Arya kissed me like she was a dying woman in a desert and I was the first taste of water she'd had in a while. And what did I do? I pulled away and basically told her that I viewed our relationship as nothing more than a temporary contract.I felt like hitting my head against the table, but that would attract attention.I shouldn’t have stopped… the thought had been haunting me all day, picking at my concentration during meetings, during calls, during the hours I spent pretending I wasn’t acutely aware of how distant she had been since morning.There was no lunch or goodbye chee