Semua Bab One Weekend With the Billionaire: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Daisy POV I pinched the bridge of my nose as I stepped into the bright, sunlit lobby of the resort. The weekend retreat was supposed to be a break, a chance to bond with colleagues outside the office. But for me, it felt like stepping into a pressure cooker. I wasn’t here to socialize. I was here to survive. And survive meant staying invisible. Easier said than done when Liam Villarreal billionaire, CEO, untouchable was watching everything. I tried to blend into the crowd, offering polite nods and smiles to the people I recognized. My notebook clutched to my chest, I moved with calculated caution, avoiding any extended eye contact. The last thing I needed was to draw attention from the man who had every power to ruin my career with a single glance. But it was too late. He was leaning against a wall, arms crossed, surveying the room like a general observing his battlefield. The moment our eyes met, I felt that familiar prickle of anxiety, that pull I could neither explain nor re

Daisy POV The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting the room in muted gold. I sat on the edge of the bed, notebook open, pen hovering over a blank page, but I couldn’t write. My thoughts kept drifting to him Liam Villarreal. The man I was supposed to avoid at all costs. It wasn’t just the attraction. I knew the rules: one misstep, one word, one glance interpreted wrong, and my career everything I’d worked so hard for could collapse. And yet, every moment spent around him made the rules harder to follow. I could feel it again, that pull the subtle intensity when he looked at me, the way his gaze lingered just long enough to unsettle me without saying a word. I clenched my fists, trying to ground myself. Stay professional. Stay safe. Stay invisible. Breakfast was a quiet affair. I moved through the buffet with practiced precision, careful not to make eye contact, careful not to let him see me flinch when he passed by. Of course, I knew he was observing. He always w

Daisy POV The conference room was quiet, the faint hum of the air conditioning a soft backdrop to my pounding heartbeat. I kept my head down over my notebook, forcing my pen to move, pretending that the calculations, the notes, the strategy drafts could distract me from what I felt. From him. From Liam. Every time I looked up, I caught the faint shadow of him in the doorway. Always observing, always deliberate. I hated how aware I was of his presence, how every subtle shift of his posture made my pulse spike. I hated that I wanted to notice. And yet, I couldn’t. I tried to focus on the numbers in front of me the charts, the projections, the strategies but it was impossible. My mind kept drifting back to that morning, to his quiet praise, to the way he had leaned closer than necessary, the faint brush of his arm against mine, the warmth of his presence so close I could feel it even without touching. It was maddening. Dangerous. And it was just the beginning. The room emptied gra