บททั้งหมดของ Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

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

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

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 f

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

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