All Chapters of THE PRICE OF BEING HIS : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Ruined by him

Chapter Thirty-oneAndrea's POV The city is still down there, completely unbothered.Good for the city honestly, because I am very bothered, in the best possible way.He drives into me slowly, and holy fuck, I feel every inch, how much harder he is after making me beg, how much he enjoys every millimeter of movement. I arch my back, desperate to take him all the way, until my ass is flush against his hips and the obscene sound of skin on skin fills the office with every thrust.His hand holds me at the hip so tightly I think he might leave bruises, but I don’t care. I want the bruises. I want to think about them later when I’m alone in bed and he’s not there. The other hand climbs up my back, grabbing my hair in a fist and pulling me up so I’m half-standing, half-flattened over the glossy surface, my bare breasts and stomach pressed into the desk.Tristan’s mouth hovers at my ear, his voice a low, deliberate growl: “You’re not going to last, are you?”I don’t even pretend otherwise.

Get on your knees, Andrea

Chapter Thirty-TwoAndrea’s POVI am still trying to catch my breath, my body trembling on the desk, when the phone starts buzzing again. It won’t stop. Another two messages come in right after the first ones.“Andrea,” Tristan says, a warning edge in his voice as he flips me onto my stomach and pushes back into me. “Check your phone.”“Ah, Master… it’s not important,” I whisper, my voice shaky. I don’t want anything to ruin this moment. I just want him to keep fucking me, to keep owning me like this. “It can wait…”Tristan doesn’t listen. He slows his thrusts to shallow, teasing strokes and reaches for the phone with one hand while the other stays on my hip, holding me in place.“Check it,” he orders, voice low and firm. “It won’t stop buzzing. Answer it.”I hesitate, but the tone in his voice leaves exactly zero room for argument. I pick up the phone with shaky fingers and open the messages.They are from Marcus Laurent.*Still thinking about what I said?**You should be.**He's not

His soft side

Chapter Thirty-ThreeTristan’s POVThe house is too quiet when I finally get home. The quiet hits differently from the usual emptiness I come home to. I loosen my tie and check my watch as I head up the stairs. It's past nine.The meeting dragged on longer than I intended, but my mind kept drifting back to Andrea the entire time. To the look on her face when she realized I was angry. To the way she looked when she walked out of my office.The bedroom door is slightly open when I get there. So I push it and stop in the doorway when I see that she's still on her knees exactly where I told her to be.Right beside the bed, her yellow sundress is wrinkled, her shoulders are slumped, and her head is bowed. She must have heard me come in because her head turns the moment I appear, and that's when I see it.Her eyes are red. Her cheeks are wet. She's been crying, not recently either, the kind of crying that goes on for a while and leaves a person quiet at the end of it.Something in my chest

Warming up

Chapter Thirty-FourAndrea’s POVI wake up to the soft sound of a door opening and closing.My eyes flutter open slowly. The bed feels warm and huge, the sheets still carrying Tristan’s scent. I turn my head and see him standing in front of the tall mirror, knotting a deep navy luxurious tie easily like someone who has started practicing it since five, and could probably do it blindfolded. I stare at him for a moment, fully awake now but not ready to admit it.God, this man.Even first thing in the morning, he looks like he stepped out of a magazine. Perfect freshly shaved jaw, sharp shoulders, the way his shirt hugs his chest… It's unfair. How can one person be this hot? Like maybe he was a Greek god in his past life and decided to come back as a billionaire just to ruin innocent girls like me. Genuinely, it should not be legal to look like this by whatever time it is now.I stir under the covers and sit up, letting out a small whine.“It’s the weekend,” I say, my voice still sleepy

Hundreds of billions

Chapter Thirty-FiveAndrea’s POV“So here’s the full list of what I need,” I say, handing the paper to Claire. “I checked the kitchen twice but some things are missing. Can you get them from the pantry for me?”Claire takes the list and scans it quickly with the expression of someone trying to stay neutral about what they're reading.When she looks up, her eyebrows are pull together slightly. “But Mr. Hale doesn't usually…”“Give her what she wants, Claire,” Tristan says from the dining table without looking up from his laptop. His voice is calm but firm, the kind that ends any argument before it starts.Claire looks at the list again, then at Tristan before she then gives a small bow to him. “Yes, sir.” She gives me one last polite look and hurries off toward the pantry.I watch her leave, then turn back to Tristan with a very satisfied smile. He’s at the head of the table now, in a grey house shirt with the sleeves pushed up, one hand on the trackpad and the other around his coffee.

A sexy dessert

Chapter Thirty-SixAndrea’s POVI decided to cook something simple. The kind of meal my mom used to make when we had a little extra money at home. Not fancy restaurant food, just good, hearty breakfast. I made scrambled eggs with chopped onions and tomatoes, crispy bacon, golden pancakes with a bit of honey, and fresh toast with butter. I also added some sautéed mushrooms because I thought they would make the eggs taste even better. Nothing too luxurious, but the kind of food that always made us feel happy whenever we could afford it.To Tristan, it might look like nothing special. But I wanted to make something from my world for once.I worked quietly in the big kitchen, humming to myself as I flipped the pancakes and stirred the eggs. The smell of bacon and mushrooms soon filled the air, warm and comforting. When everything was ready, I plated it nicely on two plates, eggs with mushrooms, bacon, pancakes, and toast arranged carefully with some sliced fruits on the side.I wiped my

Bedridden

Chapter Thirty-SevenAndrea’s POVWe sat together at the dining table, the plates of breakfast I made looking nice and warm in front of us. I felt proud watching Tristan take the first bite of the scrambled eggs. He chewed slowly, then nodded.“It’s good,” he said.I smiled and started eating too. But after a few minutes, I noticed something. He was mostly pushing the food around his plate, taking very small bites. He had barely touched the mushrooms I sautéed with the eggs.“Why aren’t you eating much?” I asked, tilting my head. “I spent hours cooking this. You can’t just pick three bites and stop.”Tristan looked at me for a second, then gave a small shrug. “I’m not that hungry.”I wasn’t buying it. I picked up my fork, scooped some eggs with mushrooms, and brought it to his mouth.“Open,” I said.He hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and let me feed him. I kept feeding him, a bite of bacon, then some pancake, then more eggs. He didn’t complain. He ate everything I gave h

This close

Chapter Thirty-EightAndrea’s POVHe's propped up against the headboard with a glass of water on the nightstand and the colour slowly returning to his face, which is a relief because twenty minutes ago he looked like a man who had seen the other side and wasn't impressed by it.I’m lying beside him, both of us under the covers, but I’m a little lower, half resting against his thigh. I keep watching him in that quiet, careful way you do after a scare, like I just need to make sure he’s still okay every few seconds without making it obvious.After a long stretch of silence, I finally give in to the question that’s been sitting in my head ever since he said that sentence in Spanish.“How many languages do you speak, Mr. Hale?”Tristan turns his head slightly, looking down at me, a small, tired smile pulling at his lips.“Six,” he answers. “Fluent in four.”“Which four?”“English, Spanish, French, Mandarin.”“And the other two?”“Conversational Italian and basic Arabic.” He says it the wa

Victor

Chapter Thirty-NineAndrea's POV“Yes,” Tristan replies.Just that. One word, no extra explanation. Just yes, delivered the way Tristan delivers most things, like the truth costs him nothing to say even when it clearly does. But even as short, it lands heavier than a whole paragraph would and I feel my heart beat faster.I sit with it for a second, turning it over. Then I remember the text. The one Marcus sent that started all the drama in the office, the one that nearly ruined what was a perfectly good afternoon.“But Marcus said…” I start carefully.Tristan's jaw tightens immediately. Not a big movement, just that small clench that tells me I've touched something real.“Marcus doesn't know me,” he says flatly. “The version of me he thinks he knows died a long time ago.”I sit up a little straighter on the bed, still facing him. “How did you even meet him?”He looks at me for a second with that expression, the one where I can practically see him deciding whether to answer or shut the

Just family... Business stuff

Chapter FortyTristan’s POV“Father.”The word leaves my mouth flat, almost cold. I stand on the balcony, one hand in my pocket, staring at the covered swimming pool below while the afternoon wind moves across my skin.“Son.” On the other end of the line, my father’s voice comes through, smooth and measured like always. “You’re doing a good job with the company. I knew I could trust you with my hard work.”“You always knew that.” I suck my teeth, already feeling the familiar irritation rise in my chest. “Why are you calling?”He clears his throat, the sound deliberate. “I want you over at my place tonight for a family dinner. Your mother and I, we miss you.”I close my eyes for a second. “Cut it out, Victor.”There’s a short pause for about ten seconds if I counted right.“Fine,” he says, finally dropping the whole fatherly act. “I have something important to discuss with you. Don’t be late.The line goes dead before I can reply.I lower the phone and stare at the screen for a moment.

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