All Chapters of THE PRICE OF BEING HIS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter TwelveAndrea’s POVI am curled up on the massive living room couch, flipping through channels on the biggest TV I have ever seen, when Claire’s calm voice cuts through the quiet.“Miss Vale, Mr. Hale is back.”My heart does a stupid little flip. I stand up so fast I almost trip over the soft throw blanket. Seconds later, the front door opens and Tristan walks in, still in his sharp suit, looking every inch the ruthless tycoon who just spent the day terrifying people in boardrooms. His hair is slightly tousled like he has run his fingers through it, and that faint woody scent follows him like a warning.I move before I can overthink it. I walk straight up to him, reach for his suit jacket, and help slide it off his shoulders. My fingers brush the expensive fabric as I fold it over my arm. Then I reach for the leather bag in his other hand.“Welcome home, Mr. Hale,” I say, trying to sound smooth even though my pulse is racing.He lets me take the jacket for half a second before

Chapter FourteenAndrea’s POVI wake up the next morning wrapped in the kind of soreness that makes me smile and wince at the same time. My thighs ache, my core feels deliciously used, and there is a pleasant heaviness between my legs that reminds me exactly how thoroughly Tristan claimed me last night. I keep my eyes closed for a second longer, just listening to the quiet sounds of him moving around the room. Drawers opening. Fabric rustling. The low click of a watch being fastened.When I finally peek through my lashes, he is standing in front of the full-length mirror, buttoning his crisp white shirt. The man looks unfairly good in the morning light with his tie half-done, hair still slightly damp from his shower, jaw sharp enough to cut glass. My stomach does a little flip. This is the same Tristan who had me on all fours last night, growling filthy praises while he fucked me senseless.He glances in my direction and a knowing smirk tugs at his lips.“I know you’re awake, Andrea

Chapter SixteenAndrea’s POVAfter what feels like the longest, most unnecessary ride of my life, we finally step onto the rooftop restaurant, and I swear the place looks like it charges you just for breathing the air. Soft golden lights hang overhead like they’re trying a little too hard to be romantic, and the city skyline sparkles in the distance like it knows it’s part of the show. The table is dressed up in a crisp white tablecloth, glasses so polished I can practically see my future disappointments in them, and fresh flowers sitting pretty like they belong in a magazine. Tristan keeps his hand on my lower back, guiding me gently but firmly. The black dress he picked for me fits perfectly, but nobody knows what is happening underneath. The small egg toy is still inside me, buzzing softly on a low setting. He controls it with the tiny remote in his pocket. Every small step makes it press against me, sending little shocks of pleasure through my body.“Mr Hale,” The investor, a mi

Chapter EighteenAndrea's POVHe doesn't say a word to me the entire ride home.I tried once, somewhere between the third and fourth traffic light, a soft “Mr. Hale” that he let die in the air between us without even turning his head. He just sat there the whole time, jaw tight, staring out the window like the city had personally offended him. I folded my hands in my lap and decided that was enough of that.By the time the car rolls through the gates of his estate and pulls up to the duplex, I have accepted that tonight has taken a very strange turn.He gets out first and I follow.The lobby is quiet and cool, our footsteps the only sound. I wait until we're inside, until the door has clicked shut behind us, before I try again.“I'm sorry, Mr. Hale.”He stops walking but doesn't turn around. Just stands there for a second, and I think maybe, maybe, he's about to say something that'll release the tension sitting in my chest.“It's been a long night.” His voice is flat. ‘Take a shower a

Chapter TwentyTristan’s POVShe is still trembling on the bed, thighs slick and shiny from how hard she just came on my tongue. Her pussy is puffy, flushed dark pink, still twitching from the aftershocks. I stand there stroking my cock slowly, watching her chest rise and fall, those pretty tits moving with every breath.“Time to fill that pussy up…” I murmur, voice low and rough, “…the way it fucking deserves.”Andrea looks up at me with glassy eyes, lips parted, cheeks flushed. There is no fear in her gaze anymore like it used to be. Just raw, hungry need. The boldness in her earlier, walking into my room, touching me, begging me to punish her, is doing dangerous things to my control.I wanted to keep the silent treatment going. I really did. Make her feel the weight of ruining my comeback in front of that bastard, Marcus. But the moment she spread herself over my lap and asked me not to go easy, my cock betrayed me. It has been hard since the rooftop dinner, and now it is throbbing