All Chapters of Am I in love with the Billionaire's Son?: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SilverThe kiss was everything and not a single part of me wanted it to stop.Henry's lips were soft yet demanding in the best possible way, I wanted more and so did he. His hands roamed across my back, firm and confident, and I arched into his touch instead of pulling away. His body was pressed against mine like he was trying to merge us into one person, and I pressed back just as hard. I was lost. Happily, willingly, deliciously lost. Every nerve in my body was singing. Every thought in my brain had evaporated into static. There was only him. Only this. Only the feeling of being exactly where I was supposed to be.I had never been kissed before. Not once. Not even close. And now I was being kissed by Henry Williams, of all people, and my brain had stopped working and my body had taken over and everything felt like fireworks and electricity and something I couldn't name.But then his hands started traveling.Down my back. Past my waist. Sliding toward my thighs. His fingers brushed

HenryThe air was cold. The streets were empty. And I couldn't stop touching my lips.They were still tingling. Still burning. Still tasting like her. I had kissed a hundred girls but nothing was just like hers.Silver.I replayed the kiss for the hundredth time. The way she had looked at me when she said "stay." The way her body had melted against mine. The way her fingers had curled into my sweater like she was afraid I would disappear.It was better than I imagined.And I had imagined it a lot. More than I would ever admit. Late at night when I couldn't sleep. Early in the morning when I woke up. In the library, in the flower shop, in every stolen moment when her hazel eyes had looked at me like I was something more than the villain in her story.But then she pushed me away. Was I getting too close? Was I too fast? “Bloody hell”I yelled underneath my breath. I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets and walked faster. The streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement. My brea

HenryI couldn't stop thinking about her.Not just the kiss. Not just the way she had looked at me with those eyes of hers. Everything about her. The way she had pushed me away when things got too intense had got me thinking. It couldn't be because she didn't want me, or wait she probably had never been touched like that before.And honestly, Silver Woods deserved more than a hookup in a dorm room.She deserved a proper date. A real one, not a coffee date. Or a walk across campus pretending to be casual. Something that showed her I was serious. Something that proved I wasn't just playing games. I sat on my couch and stared at the ceiling.What did I know about Silver? She was smart. Driven. Probably had never been spoiled or pampered or treated like she mattered by someone who could give her the world.What if I gave her exactly that? A taste of what luxury looked like. Something she had never experienced before. Not to show off or to make her feel small. To show her what I saw. Tha

HenryFriday arrived faster than I expected.I had spent the entire day in a state of nervous energy. I changed my outfit four times. Paced my living room for an hour. Called Javier twice to confirm the reservations. He told me to calm down and that I was acting like a teenager going to prom.He wasn't wrong.The car pulled up to my mansion at exactly 6 PM. Black. Sleek. Low to the ground. The kind of car that made people stop and stare. I had debated whether it was too much. Too flashy. Too "look at me I'm rich."But this was Silver. And I wanted to show her that I wasn't messing around.The drive to her dorm took seven minutes. I spent six of them rehearsing what I was going to say. By the time I parked outside her building, my palms were sweating.I got out and waited for her to come out from her dorm. The moment she got out, my jaw dropped. She didn't just look beautiful. She was stunning. And my brain stopped working, instantly. She was wearing a simple dress. Dark blue. It hugg

The restaurant was perfect. The food was perfect. The lighting was perfect. The way Silver's eyes lit up when she laughed was perfect. Everything about tonight had gone exactly the way I wanted.Except for the guilt. It sat in my chest like a stone. Heavy. Unmoving. Every time she looked at me with those hazel eyes, every time she smiled, every time she let down her guard and trusted me, the weight grew heavier.She didn't know who I really was.Not just Henry Williams, the annoying British transfer student. Not just the billionaire's son who blackmailed her into doing his laundry. Not even the guy who broke down a door to save her life.She didn't know about my father. About the foundation. About the accident that had sent me running to America in the first place. The words were on the tip of my tongue.I set down my fork. Looked across the table at her. She was in the middle of a story about Emily's latest glitter-related disaster, her hands moving animatedly, her smile wide and gen