All Chapters of I KISSED MY EX'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

VIKTORThe sky was already dark and the air started getting cold in the garden. The electric lights of the TiTan display flickered on, bathing the area in an artificial white, but my focus wasn't on the machinery.​I checked my watch for the fourth time in ten minutes. Sofia had taken her nearly five hours ago. I had three bodyguards trailing their car and all of them were currently reporting that the two women were still inside a boutique on Fifth Avenue.What's taking them so long? Why do women take too long to get dressed? ​"Still checking the GPS, Uncle? I didn't realize the ice king was so... clingy."​I didn't look at the newcomer because I knew that voice. Conrad slid into the chair opposite me. His face was tight with a resentment he couldn't quite mask. ​I slowly leaned back as I looked at the condensation on my glass. "I don't find it clingy to ensure my wife isn't being harassed by people who don't know their place."​"It was an accident," Conrad snapped. His voice rose

VIKTORThe electricity from dinner returned, stretching the moment into one long, perfect thread of tension."I thought you were tired," Lella murmured between our kisses. "I am.” Lella let out a gasp when I pushed her onto the bed. “That's why I need to recharge.” I dived on top of her and crashed my mouth down on hers. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me flush against her. A low moan vibrated against my mouth when I pinned her hips between my thighs.Raw desire took over, eradicating thoughts of anything except Lella.I stroked my tongue against the seam of her lips, tasting her, demanding entry. They parted, and the intoxicating taste of her coated my tongue.I cupped the back of her neck and angled her head so I could deepen the kiss. Her hands sank into my hair as my palm swept over her stomach.We kissed like we were drowning, and the other person was our only source of oxygen. And it still wasn't enough.I needed more of it. More of her."Viktor," Her soft cry when I

LELLA​Polina looked up with a cat-like smirk spreading across her face as soon as she saw me. ​"Lella," she purred as her eyes raked over my simple lab attire with visible disdain. "We really must stop meeting like this. People will start to talk."​I ignored her and turned directly to Dr. Aris. "Doctor, what is going on? Why is she here? This is a controlled field site for pharmaceutical research, not a photo op."​Dr. Aris cleared her throat, looking uncharacteristically uncomfortable. She adjusted her glasses while avoiding my gaze for a second. “Le– Mrs. Volkonsky, I understand your surprise, but the board decided, months before Mr. Volkonsky's takeover, that our new line of organic syntheses needs a 'face.' We need to bridge the gap between hard science and public trust."​"And Polina is that bridge?"​"She is the primary influencer and brand ambassador for the Volkon Hotel Group's wellness wing," Dr. Thompson added, sounding much more enthusiastic than Dr. Aris. "It was decid

LELLAAs soon as I arrived home, the penthouse was in heavy silence that usually felt peaceful, but tonight it felt like a void. I dropped my bag and collapsed onto the oversized couch. My body aches from a day of standing in the dirt and enduring Polina’s fake-sweet voice.​I pulled my phone out. Still, no message from Viktor. No ‘Are you home?’ text, no missed calls, not even a dull business update. It was unlike him, especially after the way he stormed the field earlier like a man possessed.​I dialed his number and listened to the dial tone. One ring… two… three rings, and then it went straight to voicemail.​"Hey, it's me. I'm home... Call me when you're done with the board," I murmured to the recording as I felt a strange tightening in my chest.What makes him mad? What did he see in my bag that made him change his mood? Or maybe the merger was hitting a snag. Maybe Alek Volkonsky was being more difficult than usual. I checked the time. It's almost 6. But Viktor was a man who t

LELLAI heard his footsteps going to the front and turning off the monitor. I saw his tie was gone and his top buttons undone, and he had a frown. But his expression was the epitome of controlled patience. He looked unaffected by the late hour. “Girls, it's late.”I looked at the door when I heard that familiar bubbly voice. It's Mateo and Joaquin. “Mateo? Joaquin?”​"Oh, thank god, my fling is here!" Sofia announced with a sloppy grin, waving her phone in the air as she stumbled toward the door.​Hannah, who was clutching a half-empty pitcher of drinks, completely froze. Her eyes went from Viktor, traveled to Joaquin and then landed on Mateo. "Ma'am, you never told me your brother is this insanely handsome. Is this a joke? Are we in a magazine?” she whispered loudly.​Viktor didn't give the girls a second glance. His dark eyes scanned the messy room until they locked onto me. I looked at myself in the human-sized mirror. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, my hair was in a mes