บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Desire: Owned By Him : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

He pulled up to her house and told her they needed to talk over lunch. Zara was reluctant, but she saw the genuineness in his expression; he cared so much, deeply, about her. Her love for him was stolid, sure it came with appreciation, and it was just as requited.“I don’t feel like going out” she said stubbornly, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe.He smiles. “Breathe, Just let’s get burgers and fries. You’d like it.”Burger and fries were like unearthing a memory of her childhood. Plus, she hadn’t tasted it in a while.“I promise I won’t bore you,” he said, smirking. It was as if he knew he had already won her back. She questioned her trust, how she just knew and assumed it wasn’t what it seemed to be and presented itself as.Soon, they were on the driveway. He looked at her once and gave a look of a hungry Casanova, which made her laugh.He rested his arms on her thighs; her miniskirt and crop top showed her rounded breasts. Her falling weave made her look tempting.

He didn’t kiss her immediately. There was no hesitation, no cautious prelude. She rushed toward him, pressing her lips against his with a hungry, desirous urgency. She tugged off his suit jacket, and he responded, helping her with her dress, his hands tracing her back. He lifted her effortlessly in his arms and carried her up the staircase. His doe-eyes filled with charm and hers glassy with desire.Halfway up the stairs, he paused.“Do you want to… here?” he asked.“Milan would see us,” she murmured shyly.“Who cares?” He led her to the balustrade at the top landing. She gripped the railing as he came up behind her, kissing her neck, licking her delicate skin. He pulled down her dress and squatted down to remove her panties. Naked, she arched her back as he massaged her wide curvy ass with his thick palms, burying his face in between them. Zara moaned. He was tripping her off with the way his tongue passionately moved in between her ass. Zara breathed in deeply. He turned her to fa

Alicia looked at Zara’s story on Instagram with envy, a sharp pang of anger twisting in her chest. Her heart ached with jealousy. She couldn’t bear it any longer, so she set her phone aside. Her man had not only cleaned the other woman up but had now brought her siblings over and was entertaining them. . Who knows, she thought bitterly. They might get married.“Not while I’m alive,” she muttered, rising angrily from her bed. She wore a black nightdress, her long lashes brushing her cheeks, her hair packed up neatly. She moved with a speed as if possessed by a venomous spirit. She had had enough. The cup must be spilled.She stormed into Johnny’s room, where the nanny Christiana had just put him to bed. The room was surprisingly large for a five-year-old. A big bed dominated the space; the walls were painted blue, adorned with faint images of his favorite action figures and comic characters scattered across them. Toys were neatly placed on a table, yet the room still felt overwhelmingl

When Nat got home, he opened the door to find Johnny lying in bed, his leg wrapped in white bandages. He knelt beside him and brushed his hair gently. Johnny was mute and expressionless, his anger flickered in his eyes as he avoided his father’s gaze. Alicia stood nearby, watching, still half-regretting the way she had spilled the truth.“What’s going in, buddy?” Nat asked softly. “Tell me what’s going on. Why would you try to hurt yourself?” His voice was calm and pleading. He kissed Johnny’s forehead.“Is everything okay?”“Daddy… do you… have a girlfriend?”Johnny asked, staring deeply into his father’s eyes.The question sent a chill down his spine. For a moment, he wondered if he had heard correctly. He glanced at Alicia, searching her face for meaning. She avoided his gaze, arms folded as she leaned against the doorframe.“What do you mean?” Nat asked cautiously.Johnny raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes. “I know,” he said quietly. “You have a girlfriend. You don’t like M

Nat woke up as early as 5:30 a.m. and shuffled into the kitchen. He wore his apron over a tank-top singlet that showed off his abs and muscles, the very things Alicia had once fallen for. His hands moved mechanically: whisking dough, buttering the pan, dredging chicken in flour, frying, then drizzling honey syrup.He plated the food—pancakes with chicken nuggets, honey syrup, and a glass of orange juice.“Johnny,” he called out, “breakfast is ready.”Johnny scrambled downstairs, yawning in his blue pajamas, the familiar sound of Candy Crush blasting from his phone.Nat bent down, squatting beside him, and rubbed his hair.“Hey, young man.”“Hey,” Johnny mumbled, still looking down at his game.“How are you this morning?” Nat asked.“Great,” Johnny said, giving a deep, mocking voice that made Nat laugh.“I made pancakes for you,” Nat said, pulling out a chair for him to sit.Johnny’s eyes lit up. “You made them?”“Yes,” Nat replied with a grin.“Let me see if they’re any good,” he said