All Chapters of One Weekend with the Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Days passed quickly after the retreat, slipping into something that looked like normality from the outside, but never truly felt like it from within. The office returned to its usual rhythm meetings, deadlines, quiet conversations behind closed doors, the steady hum of productivity that made everything feel controlled and predictable. People moved on as if nothing had happened, as if the weekend had been just another corporate exercise that faded easily into memory. I watched it all happen around me, and I followed it because I had no choice, because I had to, because that was what I had always done. But nothing inside me followed. Every morning I walked into the building with the same posture, the same pace, the same careful expression I had always worn like armor. I answered questions, submitted reports, contributed in meetings when required. I did everything correctly. Perfectly. And yet, there was a constant awareness under my skin that never left. A quiet tension that had n

The following week began, like the previous one had ended controlled, structured, predictable. Meetings filled the calendar. Reports demanded attention. Decisions stacked neatly on top of one another like everything in my world was still operating exactly as intended. It should have felt normal. It almost did. Until Thursday afternoon. I noticed the shift before I even saw her. There was a different kind of energy in the office that day subtle, unannounced, the way systems sometimes registered a foreign presence before it became visible. My assistant mentioned that a visitor had arrived ahead of schedule. A name tied to an old European subsidiary, a partnership I had long since delegated and stopped monitoring closely. I allowed the meeting without hesitation. Not because I wanted it. But because people who showed up uninvited rarely came without expectation, and expectation left unattended became complications. By the time I stepped into the executive lounge adjacent to my o

The week passed in a blur of structured silence. Meetings came and went. Reports were submitted on time. Deadlines were met with the same precision I had always maintained. Nothing about my work changed on paper. But everything else did. I stopped lingering in shared spaces. I stopped taking unnecessary routes through the executive floor. I stopped arriving early to meetings where I knew he would already be present. Most importantly, I stopped staying after. If something needed his approval, I sent it through email. Concise. Complete. Detached. No follow-ups unless absolutely necessary. No verbal updates. No casual clarifications. There is no reason to be in the same room longer than required. It was efficient. It was safe. It was supposed to be normal. At first, I told myself it was just workload management. A way to stay focused. To avoid unnecessary distractions during a busy cycle. But deep down, I knew better. I was avoiding him. Even thinking his name felt heavie

When the door opened, I immediately saw him wearing only jogging pants sitting against the backrest of the chair, both hands braced on either side, facing directly toward the doorway where I stood. “I told you not to keep me waiting… but you didn’t listen.” “Do you know what happens to people who make me wait? I punish them.” “L-Liam, you know I have a lot to do,” I said, my voice tense as I tried to keep my composure. “That’s not an excuse, Daisy.” His tone was calm, but there was something sharp underneath it something that made my chest tighten. I swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean to. I just lost track of time.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, like he already knew I wouldn’t move away. “You always have an explanation,” he said quietly, “but never enough discipline.” My breath caught as I looked up at him, the distance between us disappearing bit by bit. “Do you think I enjoy waiting?” he asked, his voice lower now. “Do you think I like being ignored?” “I’m not ignori

Liam POV "Then don’t stop,” fucked me hard like you did earlier she whispered against my ear The words she let slip felt like gasoline suddenly poured over me, igniting a heat that surged through my body. And because of that, I didn’t think anymore. I immediately claimed her lips roughly After a moment, I scooped her up effortlessly and carried her back to the bed, As I set her down on the bed, I quickly pulled off the T-shirt she was wearing and carelessly tossed it somewhere across the room. Then, I claimed her lips again, more urgently this time, before trailing down to her neck, holding her close like the world around us slowly faded. That time, I felt like I’d been parched for days and had finally found the purest, sweetest water. She tasted like heaven intoxicating, addictive. When I started exploring my tongue downward, her body started writhed on the bed. I continued stroking her body until I reached the most sensitive part of her body. When I got there, I sniffed it re