All Chapters of The Billionaire's Binding Proposal: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 122 ~ Niklaus ~ The moment Kesley returned from the restroom, I put the plan into action. She slid back into her chair, still looking slightly shell-shocked from whatever internal crisis she'd been managing in the bathroom, and I immediately draped my arm across the back of her chair. Casual. Natural. The kind of thing boyfriends did without thinking. She went rigid. I felt every muscle in her body tense under my touch. But she couldn't pull away. Not without making it obvious to everyone at the table that something was wrong. Not without raising questions about why her supposedly devoted boyfriend's touch made her uncomfortable. So she sat there, trapped by the deception we'd committed to, while I let my hand rest on her shoulder with easy familiarity. "Everything okay?" I asked quietly, leaning in close enough that it would look intimate to anyone watching. "Fine," she said through a smile that was more grimace than genuine happiness. I saw her hand move under the

Chapter 124~ Kesley ~"What?"The word came out sharp, disbelieving. I stopped pacing and turned to stare at Niklaus, certain I'd misheard him."What do you mean 'begin processing your resignation from SpecterTech.'?"He was still standing by the window, phone in hand, looking infuriatingly calm while my entire world was tilting sideways again."Exactly what it sounds like," he said. "If we're getting married, you can't continue working at the company. I'll need to process your resignation and remove you from all employee records.""My resignation." I started pacing again, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. "You're firing me.""I'm not firing you. You're resigning. There's a significant difference.""Not from where I'm standing!" My voice was rising but I couldn't control it. "You're telling me I have to quit my job. A job I worked incredibly hard to get. A job I'm actually good at. A job I've had for exactly two weeks!""I understand you're upset—""Do you?" I spun to face hi

Chapter 126~ Niklaus ~I couldn't do this anymore.The couch was torture. The clothes were worse.I never slept in this many layers. Never. At home, I wore sleep pants at most. Usually less. My body ran hot naturally, and the combination of a shirt, sleep pants, and the thick throw blanket Kesley had insisted I use was creating a personal sauna on this godforsaken couch.But I'd promised. Promised I'd maintain boundaries. Promised nothing inappropriate would happen.And somehow that promise had translated in my mind to sleeping fully clothed like some Victorian gentleman worried about corrupting a maiden's virtue.The irony wasn't lost on me.I shifted position for what felt like the thousandth time, trying to find some configuration where my legs didn't hang off the edge and my neck wasn't at an angle that would guarantee a headache tomorrow.Nothing worked.From the direction of the bed, I heard Kesley's breathing even out. Become slower. Deeper.She'd finally fallen asleep.Thank

Chapter 128 ~ Niklaus ~She was trembling beneath me.Kesley lay on her back in the middle of the enormous bed, moonlight painting silver across her bare skin. Her top was gone, tossed somewhere on the floor. Only her pants remained, and even those looked obscene on her now, clinging to the curve of her hips and the slight swell between her thighs.My cock throbbed painfully against the confines of my boxers. It had been hard for what felt like hours, but seeing her like this — flushed, breathing fast, nipples tight and dark against her soft breasts, made it worse. I was leaking already, the head of my dick slick and straining.I had to be careful. So fucking careful.I’d never been with a virgin before. And I’d certainly never been with someone as small and tight as Kesley was going to be. My size had always been a point of pride with my ex, Helen, but right now it felt like a liability. I didn’t want to hurt her. I refused to hurt her.I lowered myself over her slowly, bracing my

Chapter 130~ Taraji ~Kim looked worse.That was the first thing I noticed when I walked into the living room Saturday morning with coffee and bagels that nobody was going to eat.She was propped up on the couch with pillows, pale and exhausted in a way that made my chest tight. The dialysis was helping—technically keeping her alive—but you could see it taking its toll. The fatigue. The way her skin looked almost translucent. The defeat in her eyes.Mrs. Bellamy, Kesley’s mom hovered nearby, that particular anxiety of mothers with sick children written across every line of her face."Has Kesley called?" she asked the moment she saw me. Not "good morning" or "how was your night." Just straight to the point."Not yet," I said, setting down the coffee and bagels on the side table. "But I'm sure she will soon.""She was supposed to be back Friday." Mrs. Bellamy's voice had that edge to it. The one that came from worry manifesting as irritation. "The workshop she mentioned ended Friday. I