Married To My Billionaire Nemesis のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

EDEN His arms wrap around me from behind. He pulls me back against his chest, one hand splaying low across my stomach, holding me tight. I freeze. He buries his face into the side of my neck, pressing soft kisses along the curve of my throat. My eyes slam shut. Angry tears burn behind my lids. It's appalling how my body wants to melt into him. "Eden," he murmurs against my pulse. "Please. Just... give me time." His voice cracks on the last word. Nothing like the smug, possessive growl from the elevator. I swallow hard. "Time for what?" "To show you I'm different now." He presses another kiss to my skin. “To prove I'm not the same idiot who hurt you." A bitter laugh rips out of me before I can stop it. I twist in his hold and shove him back hard enough that he stumbles a little. He must be in worse shape than I thought. "How the fuck am I supposed to believe you after everything you’ve done?" My voice shakes. He flinches as if I just slapped him. Then

EDEN Hayden's brow knits together. "What are you talking about?" His voice is low and laced with a hint of warning. Astrid's smile doesn't falter. If anything, it grows sweeter and wider. It’s the kind of smile only the winner of a game would display. "I was going to tell you later," she says softly, "in private. But... well, it can't wait now, can it?" Her gaze darts to me for a second—long enough to make sure I'm watching—before returning to him. "You deserve to know first." She reaches into her trench coat and pulls out a slim white envelope. Then she holds it out to him. Hayden doesn't move to take it. Astrid tilts her head, patient. "Go on, darling. Open it." I barely hear the soft rustle of paper as Hayden finally reaches out and takes the envelope. His fingers are steady, but I can see the faint tremor in them when he breaks the seal. He pulls out a single sheet. A sonogram. It’s clear enough that even I—someone who's never been

EDEN I'm perched on the couch scrolling through possible interior decoration inspiration for my million-dollar idea. I resigned from my job at the restaurant. I've been an assistant chef for the longest time, but that's really not what I want to do. The door opens. I don't have to look up to hear him. He's moving the exact way he does when he's nervous. I barely bite back my smile, bracing myself. "Eden?" He says, and I look up. My eyes go wide at the sight of the bouquet in his hands. It's...gorgeous. Impressive, too. Hayden looks like he's barely hanging on by a thin thread. He shifts his weight, a worried look on his face. His hair is slightly messy, like he ran his hands through it the whole drive home. His jaw is clenched, his eyes locked on me like I'm a bomb that might detonate if he breathes wrong. It's the most adorably pathetic thing I've seen in my life. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. "What's that?" I ask, nudging my chin tow

EDEN I drag my nails down his back. "Maybe I did." He snarls something filthy which I don't quite catch because his hand is already between my legs. Two fingers spear inside me without warning. I'm already so wet that they slide in to the knuckle. My head knocks back against the wall, a strangled moan slipping out of me. It's pathetic, really. "That's it," he rasps against my neck. "Moan for me. Let the whole club hear who this cunt belongs to." He doesn't give me time to answer. His thumb finds my throbbing clit, teasing it while his fingers curl inside me, my knees buckling. I come almost immediately. My nails dig into his shoulders so deep I feel him bleed. He doesn't stop. He keeps fucking me through it with his fingers, drawing it out until I'm shaking and trying to push his hand away because it's too much. He doesn't let me. "Again," he orders. I shake my head. "Can't—" "You will." He drops to his knees. My dress is already bunched at my waist. He

EDEN Two unlimited credit cards. No bloody limit. Edgar had visited earlier. A really chill guy, by the way. And he mentioned Hayden's struggle with Victoria and Reese. Since I don't like Victoria and that creepy spawn of hers, I took the initiative to head to his office. I just didn't think I would be rewarded so wonderfully. Hayden had looked so cute when I'd arrived. Gosh, I can still remember the earnest expression on his face. As much as I'm tempted to give him a break, I won't. Where's the fun in that? Maybe it's just my pathetic attempt to deny the fact that I don't hate him as much as I used to. My first stop happens at La Perla. I walk out with three new sets of lingerie—black lace, emerald green satin, and one crimson set that literally whispers the filthiest promises. They are obscene enough to make a man lose his mind if he ever saw them. I carry the bags myself instead of letting them be delivered. I want him to see the evidence when I walk through the door ton