Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Hired A Billionaire Call-boy : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

RICHARD The city moved differently at night.The sharp edges of the day had blurred into streaks of light and motion. Headlights streamed past in steady lines, neon signs flickered with restless energy, and people, still dressed in power and purpose flowed along sidewalks like currents that never truly stopped.I leaned back against the seat, one arm resting loosely against the door, my gaze fixed somewhere beyond the glass.We had left Leonard’s party about fifteen minutes ago.I had said my goodbyes. Shaken a few hands. Forced a few more polite smiles. And walked away. But damn it! She followed me out of that ballroom.Not physically.But in memory.Jolene.I exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening almost unconsciously.“You can’t avoid him forever…”Her voice replayed in my head, clear and uninvited.I turned my head slightly, watching as the car slowed at a junction, the red light casting a dull glow across the windshield.Avoid him.If only it were that simple.My fingers tapped ligh

FELICIA Two days later, on Saturday morning, I was seated at the dining table, quietly eating my breakfast.The soft clink of my spoon against the ceramic bowl and the faint hum of the air conditioning were the only sounds filling the space. I had grown used to the silence of the house by now, everything was structured, controlled, and predictable.I had just taken another spoonful when I heard footsteps.I looked up.Richard walked into the living room, already dressed for the day in something simple; a T-shirt over a short cargo pants, a folder tucked neatly under his arm. Without looking directly into my eyes, he said, “I’m heading to the lab,” he said, glancing briefly in my direction. “I’ll be waiting for you.”I nodded. “Alright.”He didn’t linger. He simply adjusted the folder in his hand and walked past, disappearing toward the stairs.I watched him for a second before returning to my food.He had mentioned it the day before, work in the lab after breakfast.And for the firs

RICHARD My phone screen was a slab of cold light in my bedroom the next day Sunday. I tapped Zara's name again, listened to the ringing, and then the silence. My jaw tightened. She was still punishing me. Still holding onto that bullshit from the day I didn't take her home as she expected. Fine. I didn't need her.My thumb moved with purpose, swiping past the emptiness of my messages to the familiar, discreet icon. The site opened, a gallery of curated profiles. My username; Icefire, sat in the corner, a promise and a warning. There were four new requests waiting. I skimmed them. Three were tentative, dancing around what they wanted. The fourth was Cherry. Her bio was a single line: Open to anything. A profile picture showed blonde hair, a smile that wasn't shy, eyes that looked directly at the camera. That was the one.We chatted. It was efficient. No games. She liked my directness. I liked her readiness. I suggested the hotel, my usual place, a neutral ground of crisp sheets and lo

RICHARD Her hands on my shoulders tightened, as her own orgasm shook her body. Her eyes, which had been glazed with pleasure, sharpened. They held mine through the mask with an intensity that made my next thrust stall in its rhythm.“My turn,” she whispered as soon as she came down from her high. Her voice was different. Lower. Husky with spent passion, but layered with a steel I hadn’t heard before.I almost laughed. A condescending chuckle rose in my throat. My turn? This was my game. My room. My control. I opened my mouth to say something, to reassert the dynamic with a firm command.But she moved.It wasn’t a struggle. It was a fluid, shocking act of leverage. Her legs, which had been wrapped loosely around my hips, hooked behind my knees. At the same time, she pushed against my shoulders with a surprising, coordinated strength, rolling her body to the side.The world tilted.One moment I was above her, buried deep, the master of the scene. The next, I was on my back, the breath

FELICIA I pulled into the clinic’s parking lot and turned off the engine, resting my hands on the steering wheel for a moment. Six months; that was how far I had gone.The thought alone made my chest tighten, not in fear this time, but in something softer… something steadier. My hand instinctively moved to my belly, rubbing gently.“We’re doing okay,” I whispered under my breath before stepping out of the car.The air was crisp, carrying that quiet calm hospitals always seemed to have. I walked in slowly, mindful of my steps, one hand resting protectively on my stomach as I approached the front desk.“Good morning, ma’am,” the nurse greeted with a warm smile.“Good morning,” I replied.She checked me in and gestured toward the waiting area. “The doctor is just finishing with another patient. It shouldn’t take long.”I nodded and took a seat.The room was quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of papers and soft footsteps. I leaned back slightly, exhaling slowly, my fingers tracing ab