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All Chapters of Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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North’s POVMy fork paused halfway.Guilt crept in again, heavier this time.“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “A lot was happening. My dad, my mom, my siblings… everything just crashed at once.”“I’m sorry about your dad,” he said. “I tried to reach out. But I was told I’d be crossing a line since you didn’t want me around.”That didn’t make it better.If anything, it made it worse.“I’m sorry,” I repeated, softer this time.His dimples appeared.“Me too.”There was a pause.Then—“Are you single?”The question came out so directly that I couldn’t help it.I laughed.“Don’t laugh,” he added quickly. “Answer me.”“Kinda.”“Kinda?”“Kinda,” I confirmed. “I’m in a situation right now. I still don’t want to date… for obvious reasons.”His expression fell.Not dramatically.But enough.Enough that I felt it.I reached across the table and held his hand.“But it will only last five months,” I added quickly. “I… no, my family… We're working on something important. If it works, we’ll finally be f

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North’s POVNot when I was this close.I pulled out my phone and turned off Do Not Disturb.Notifications flooded the screen instantly.Messages.Missed calls.And then—One text.From Jeremy.My stomach dropped.‘The boss wants to see you at his office tomorrow. I’ll pick you up by 11. Usual spot.’For a second…Everything in me just stopped.I stared at the screen like it might change.Like it might disappear.But it didn’t.I was dead.I thought he would ignore it.I hadn’t done anything wrong.I didn’t sleep with anyone.I didn’t break the contract.It was just a date.Just talking.That wasn’t forbidden.Right?But then again…This was Lucien.A man who lost control the moment I kissed someone else, even in a room where that kind of thing was expected. A man who made others watch while he reminded me exactly who I belonged to.Possessive didn’t even begin to cover it.So what was this?What did he see?How much did he see?I leaned back against the seat, my grip tightening around

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North’s POVHe was already standing inside a private elevator, checking his watch like I wasn’t just a few steps behind him.The ride up was silent.Fast.Too fast.Before I could even prepare myself properly, the doors opened to the top floor.The CEO’s floor.Jeremy didn’t step out.“Straight ahead,” he said flatly. “I’m sure you won’t miss it.”I stepped out alone.He was right.The layout made it obvious.Conference rooms lined one side, their glass walls darkened for privacy. Another section had restricted access, doors sealed and guarded by systems I didn’t even recognize.But the main office…That was impossible to miss.Large.Intimidating.Waiting.I walked toward it slowly, each step heavier than the last.Behind me, Jeremy’s voice came one last time.“I hope he tears your contract.”Cold sweat broke out instantly across my skin.And just like that…Everything I had been trying to hold together started to crack. Even before I knocked, the door slid open.It was almost unse

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North’s POVBut my heart eased when his gaze travelled to my neck down, it was a tank top that clung to my skin so hard it made my abs show.Lucien crossed the distance between us, his hands slamming flat on the table on either side of my hips, caging me in. The polished wood vibrated with the force of it. He leaned forward, his face inches from mine, the scent of his expensive cologne mingling with something uniquely him, something that made my heart hammer against my ribs."Is this how you want to play?" he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through my entire body. His eyes, dark and intense, held a challenge I couldn't ignore. "Stripping down in my office? Trying to distract me with this?"His gaze dropped, slow and deliberate, from my eyes to my neck, down to the thin fabric of the tank top that clung to my skin. The air grew thick with unspoken tension as his eyes lingered on the defined lines of my stomach, the way the fabric stretched taut over my abs.

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North’s POV"So this is goodbye, right?" I asked, perching on the edge of his massive mahogany desk. The cool wood was a stark contrast to the heat still lingering on my skin.Lucien sat in his high-backed leather chair, the epitome of corporate power, methodically buttoning his crisp shirt. His movements were precise, controlled, as if the frantic, passionate moments from moments before had never happened."If you want it to be," he snapped, not even looking at me. "Fine."The dismissal just made me roll my eyes internally. So damn childish. I slid off the desk, my movements fluid and deliberate. I crossed the space between us in three steps, then swung my leg over his chair, straddling him. His expensive trousers were immediately strained as I settled my weight directly over his groin, grinding down with slow, intentional circles.His breath hitched, just barely. His hands, which had been resting on the armrests, moved instinctively to wrap around my waist, fingers digging into my

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North’s POVI arched my neck, offering it to him, then as he leaned in to bite me again, I struck. My teeth sank into the sensitive skin of his neck, just above his collar.He froze, his body tensing in surprise. A low growl rumbled in his chest, but it wasn't anger. It was pure, unadulterated arousal. He pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with a fire that made my blood run hot."You're going to pay for that," he promised, his voice rough with desire."I'm counting on it," I retorted, a smirk playing on my lips.He pulled out of me, flipping me over onto my stomach. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, arching my back in invitation.He entered me from behind, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me back against him as he thrust into me, hard and deep.The new position was overwhelming, each thrust hitting me in a way that made me cry out, my body trembling with pleasure.His hands roamed my back, his fingers tracing the lines of my muscles, his touch both possessive and reve

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Lucien’s POV“The man is Sean Michael. Top supermodel—”“That was fast.”My tone cut through her sentence.She paused immediately, lowering her head slightly."I will conduct a full report,” she corrected.“Within the hour.”My gaze stayed forward.My hand flexed once, then again.“And tell Jeremy to schedule North. Tomorrow. My office.”“Yes, sir.”By the time the hour passed, I had everything.Sean Micheal.Wealthy background.Established name.Clean records.Too clean.Photos surfaced.Dates.Restaurants.Moments captured just enough to suggest something, but never confirm it.North was in them.Barely.Hidden.But I knew it was him.Then the posts changed.Subtle at first.Then obvious.Captions about heartbreak. Distance. Moving on.And then nothing.No more of that tone.Back to curated perfection.Like whatever happened between them…Ended.My jaw tightened.He had him.Without paying.Without contracts.Without control.And that—That irritated me more than it should.He’s not

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Lucien’s POVSomething in me snapped.Not loud.But finally.“Have you lost your mind?” My voice dropped, cold, controlled, dangerous. “Barging into my office as if you own it.”“Lu—”“Don’t.”I pointed at him.Sharp.Final.“Who I bring here, what I do here, none of that concerns you. Do you understand?”His expression faltered.Just slightly.“I don’t want to see your face for the rest of this week.”Silence.Then—His eyes filled instantly.Tears spilling before he could stop them.I exhaled sharply through my nose.There it was.That tactic.Always the same.“Lu… how much do you like that… that thing,” he choked out. “That you treat me like this?”A dry laugh left me.Unamused.“I love how you act like you were ever different,” I said, standing up and fixing my shirt. “You were my toy too.”I stepped closer.Slow.Deliberate.“And you still are.”His lips trembled.I could see it.The crack.“Ethan,” I continued, my voice quieter now, more controlled. “I made you into what you are

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Lucien’s POVOf course, she was.I walked in without another word.The doors opened as I approached, revealing the long dining space already set.And at the center of it—Her.Seated.Composed.Waiting.Like she always did.Like she always would. Her hair was the same as always.Perfect.Not a strand out of place, blonde pulled back into a sleek, structured style that exposed every sharp line of her face. It made her look younger than she was, but also colder. More deliberate. Like every detail about her had been chosen to intimidate.Her eyes lifted to me.Steel grey.Not like mine.Mine had warmth when I wanted them to. Depth when I needed it.Hers?They held none of that.Just judgment.Always judgment.“I asked you to bring a date,” she said before I could even sit. “The person you are seeing right now. Where is she?”I exhaled slowly, already tired.“He,” I corrected.She rolled her eyes, dismissive, waving a hand like the distinction didn’t matter.“He, she… what does it matte

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Lucien’s POVMy jaw tightened.I could already see through it.She wanted to assess.To measure.To categorize.And eventually…To interfere.That was how she operated.Find a weakness.Exploit it.Control it.Most likely, she was already thinking ahead, scanning through her absurd circle of elite families, searching for someone “more suitable” to place in my life.Someone she approved of.Someone she could control.The thought alone was enough to irritate me.And yet…A part of me felt something else.Something quieter.Something dangerously close to relief.She wasn’t denying it this time.Wasn’t arguing.Wasn’t pretending it didn’t exist.She was stepping into it.Even if it was for her own reasons.Even if it came with conditions.I exhaled slowly, dragging my thumb across my lower lip.“Tomorrow?” I repeated.She nodded once, satisfied.“Yes.”My gaze dropped briefly to the table, then lifted again, sharper now.Fine.If she wanted to play this game—I could play it better.Image

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