All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ultimatum: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LAURAI ran upstairs toward my room before something unexpected could happen again. I locked the door behind me and sunk into bed, pulling the duvet over my head.Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.My heart slammed so hard against my chest it was difficult to register all my thoughts that were coming in at once.Xavier kissed me.My eyes widened as realization washed over me. My finger slowly made its way to trace over where Xavier had been and it still tingled.I could still smell his scent all around me.I didn’t need a mirror to tell me that I was blushing unbelievably hard right now. I probably looked like a raging tomato.I could still hear how turned on he looked and just the willpower it took him to not push further. How his voice softened beyond anything I’d ever heard him say before.I could still feel his hot breath and his fiery touch and oh Lord. What was this?Was this really the Xavier Blackwell that had a heart of ice and had no sense of warmth and compassion towards anyo

LAURAI stood there, standing in front of the door for what felt like ages.This was what I wanted.Wasn’t it?For this contract to be strictly business and nothing more. So why didn’t I feel happy about it? Why did it feel like an empty void had made its way to the depths of my stomach?“Laura?” Juniper’s voice made me glance up.“Juniper?”She was standing at the far end of the hallway wearing all black. She looked like some kind of secret agent or something.“What are you doing standing by the infirmary?” She hovered over to me with a worried expression. “Did you get hurt?”“No—actually, it’s Xavier,” I didn’t have the guts to meet her eyes so I kept my gaze low. “He had a panic attack earlier in his office.”“What?!” She breathed, shock etching into every corner of her face. “He hasn’t had one of those in ages. What the hell?”She tried to move past me but I stopped her. She looked back at me with a ‘what the hell are you doing in my way?’ face.“He said he needed rest and just fe

XAVIER “Boss, boss, boss!” I could hear Marcus’s voice through my haze of sleep and I was already annoyed. I forced my eyes open, the bright lights of the infirmary stabbing into my skull. My head was still pounding, my body felt like it had been run over by a truck, and the last thing I needed was Marcus breathing down my neck.“Marcus, I don’t like being woken up in this manner.” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “What is it?”“It’s just you’ve barely been conscious the entire day, boss.”I glanced at the clock on the wall and it was already evening. I’d been out for hours.“Yes Marcus, I can see that.” I pressed the tips of my fingers against my temple, trying to ease the throbbing. “My head still hurts and you being here talking to me isn’t helping.”Marcus shifted uncomfortably, and something in his expression made my chest tighten. I knew that look. I and Marcus had been together for too long for me not to. That careful, calculating expression he got when he had to de

LAURA With my jaw practically to the floor, I stared at Jennifer in absolute shock and terror. My mind quite literally refused to accept what you were right in front of me. Jennifer looked different—at least from the last time I’d seen her. She was dressed in black tactical gear instead of her usual designer clothes that she always wore, her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. But it was her eyes—her eyes were what truly frightened me. The sheer hatred in them was undeniable, burning with an intensity I’d never seen before. I mean, I always knew Jennifer hated my guts and the very thought of my existence, always did things to make me look bad in front of Mother and Father so they’d like her more. And the funny part was that she identified me as the enemy from a pretty early age. It was rather scary to be honest, she always had that look on her face. That look that said if I was gone…everything would be better but this, this was entirely different. She was go

XAVIER Marcus nodded and went back to his calls while I headed upstairs to Laura’s room. The door was unlocked and I stepped inside, immediately hit by the faint scent of lavender and the undertones of fresh detergent. The room was neat and organized in a way that suggested someone who was used to living in small spaces and making the most of what they had. Her clothes were folded in the dresser, a few books stacked on the nightstand, a pair of flip flops by the door. I moved to the dresser first, opening drawers randomly, looking for anything that might lead me to the documents. But instead, I found myself staring at her clothes—most of the things she carried along were the things I had gotten for her. She'd worn every single one and in a way, that made my heart flutter with something close to happiness. My hand reached out almost of its own accord, touching a soft grey sweater that she’d worn a few days ago. Before I could stop myself, I lifted it to my face and breath