All Chapters of In Love With The Hot Billionaire.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

The Weight of What Wasn't SaidAdrien's POVThe elevator doors began to close, and I should have turned away.I should have headed back to my office, reviewed the stack of surgical consults waiting on my desk. I should have returned to the controlled and predictable world where I knew exactly who I was and what I was doing.But I didn't move.I stood there and watched her through that narrowing gap, watched those wide doe eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made something tighten in my chest.She looked so small and fragile in that elevator. The sweater swallowed her frame, the jeans hung loose on hips that should have been fuller, and the exhaustion was written in every line of her posture.But her eyes. God, those eyes held mine like she was trying to memorize me. Like this moment mattered somehow.The doors closed and she was gone.And I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding."Dr. Duval?" A nurse appeared at my elbow with a chart. "The post-op patient in 304 is as

CHAPTER TWO: WHAT LUCAS AGREES TO LUCAS'S POVDeclan has been talking for three minutes and I already know where this is going.I know because I know Declan, and I know that face he makes when he thinks he's found something clever and he's building to reveal the way bad directors build to a twist, letting it breathe a little too long, enjoying himself too much. I let him enjoy himself. I reach for the bottle and top up my glass and wait.We're six tonight. The private room at the back of Nero's, the one you have to know someone to book, dark wood and low lighting and a door that closes properly. Felix is across from me. Kwame and the two Australians Rhys, who I like, and Brett, who I tolerate are down the other end. We've been here since nine. It's past midnight now and jackets are off and ties are loose and we're all in the particular state of a long good evening where everything is slightly funnier than it would be sober."You know Seraphina Noire?" Declan says."Should I?""BBC dr

FREYA'S POV "Right there, yes, just like that."I froze in the doorway.The woman's voice was breathy and high pitched. She was on my bed. Her dark hair was spread across my pillow like she owned it. The red dress I did not recognize was pooled on the floor next to heels that probably cost more than my rent. Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth and down her neck.Kelvin was on top of her.His hands were in her hair. His mouth was on her throat. The sheets I had washed three days ago were tangled around their legs.He looked up.Our eyes met.He did not stop. Did not scramble away. Did not even look surprised. He just stared at me for a long second before slowly pulling back and sitting up on the edge of the bed."Freya." His voice was flat. Calm. Like I had just walked in on him watching television instead of screwing another woman in our bed.The woman turned her head to look at me. She did not cover herself. Did not grab for clothes. She just propped herself up on one elbow an