บททั้งหมดของ The Deal with the Billionaire Devil: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

TARAMy eyes cracked open, and they were hot. Then I suddenly became aware of the headache, and it felt like my skull was splitting in half.I got up from bed and felt so thirsty. My mouth and lips were dry. I was wearing the red floral pajamas that I couldn’t remember putting on because I hadn’t worn them in months.I barely opened the door, all I could hear was loud voices and yelling. It was Olive and Mad. Wait. Mad? How was he here? Mad and Olive in the same room, yelling?Oh, crap. “This isn’t good.” This was a disaster.“Guys?” I walked out of the room. Pairs of eyes were glued to me, including Duncan’s. “What the hell is going on?” “You tell me.” Olive stepped closer with her hands on her hips, glaring. “What happened?” I asked her and looked at everyone when she didn’t reply.“Oh, I’m more interested in knowing how long you two have been dating, huh?”“It’s none of—”“Oh, it’s none of my business now? Of all the men in this city, why him? Why this arrogant, insensitive, irre

MAD“Oh, boy. Isaac, be careful.” Mom followed him. “No more dessert for you.” “Let’s go.” I felt a resistance when I held her hand. I couldn’t tell her reaction if she was upset or surprised. “We all have secrets, Tara. Olive was about to say something before you stopped her.”Tara held my hand, squeezing it. “I know. I’m sorry about that.” “It’s okay. You can tell me whenever you’re ready.” I cupped her face, assuring her that everything was going to be okay. “Guys, get a room.” It was Logan. Tara quickly pulled away and straightened her pretty white skater maxi dress. “Sorry.” “Hi. I’m Logan.” He was smiling meaningfully, offering a handshake. “I’m Tara.” She smiled, still blushing. I didn’t even know she blushed. “I’m glad he finally brought a girl home.” He bounced his gaze between Tara and me. “Shut up.” Logan laughed. “Why don’t we go to the living room?” He left, giving us privacy. Once Logan disappeared, she said something that didn’t even surprise me. “You didn’t

MAD“I didn’t know you could play,” I told her as she blushed. “It’s been a while. Three years ago, to be precise, but it was muscle memory, I guess.” “Like riding a bike.” He looked right into my eyes and mumbled, “I could kiss you right now.” “Not—” I didn’t finish my sentence.Clementine finally said, “That was amazing. Do you play professionally?” “No, Mr. Shanewood. I took a piano lesson back home.” “Well, you should play more often,” he agreed. “Thank you, sir.” During dinner, the couple finally left me alone, but I often caught Clementine observing me, and I couldn’t read his face to see if he hated me or liked me.***Mad showed me around the house where he grew up. I’d been dying to know how Maddeline died. Losing a family member was the hardest thing a person could endure. How to deal with the loss and move forward was another story. I may not have lost my family, but it felt like it, watching them from afar, and it was as difficult knowing I existed, but I felt like

TARAMy phone just died. “God, why does it keep happening?” And what was worse? I didn’t bring my charger because I thought we were just going to have dinner and go home after. I was surprised that Mrs. Shanewood asked me to stay overnight. She seemed warm compared to her husband. Logan was also great. Isaac was just jolly and cute. I waited for Mad to come back for a few minutes, but maybe he changed his mind. I still needed a charger, though, or Olive would report a missing person to the police if she couldn’t reach me. Just kidding. I got out of the room. The Shanewood mansion was massive, and I didn’t know where Mad’s room was. Thankfully, I bumped into the helper. “Can I help you, Ms. Tara?” “Oh, yeah. Where’s Mad’s room?” She smiled. “It’s the door at the end of the hallway.” “Thanks.” I tiptoed towards his door. I was about to knock, but he must be talking to his mother. “What about your feelings? You’re gonna be tied up for two to three years in a loveless marriage. T

TARAI never initiated a kiss. Maybe I was demure or reserved because I couldn’t handle rejection. But right now, I didn’t care if he rejected me. Though I felt like he wasn’t going to do it because I felt his erection press against my butt, and I also felt the heat between us, and the fire in his eyes was enough for me to take courage and make a bold move. I knew he was still holding to the last thread of his self-control until it snapped. As he slid his hand to the back of my head, slamming his mouth into mine, my heartbeat roared in my ears. I gasped. My toes curled as he forced an entrance of his tongue into my mouth, ravaging it. He feasted on me as though he was starving for years, voraciously kissing me. And it felt like he was consuming me, taking the essence of my very being in just a single kiss. My fingers trembled as I slid through his soft, thick hair, gripping it as I tried hard not to moan out loud. I’d kissed a few guys, but they were boys compared to Mad. His oth