บททั้งหมดของ HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

"I'll make sure to have every single one of you sued for defamation of character," he warns, his voice thick, loud, and vibrating with authority. The women flinch slightly, but who seems like the ringleader; a woman I recognize as one of Montana’s loyal minions from the charity luncheon, steps forward."We... I mean, it’s the truth! She came between a married couple!" My chest beats painfully fast against my ribs at the wrong accusation."I didn't!" I scream, slamming my hands on the table as I stand up. The nearby patrons scramble back, dragging their chairs away from the sudden explosion."Lady Montana and Mr. Wellington were happily married until you came along and forced your voluptuous, loud body onto him!" Montana. Montana. Montana. It is always her name."Says who?!" I step out from behind the table, my vision tunneling."They were divorced long before I met him!" I feel more eyes turn toward us. Most of the people in this section are faces I recognize from my driving class and

Banks’s POV - The Hour of the Ambush> Mine: I can’t come to your office, Banks. I’ll come to the penthouse instead.> Me: Send your location, Anor, or have Vandiver bring you over now.I look at the text I sent exactly twenty seconds ago. No reply. The silence is irritating. I run my hand through my hair, the tension in my shoulders ratcheting up another notch."...Profit share has increased by another 244% since the Prince’s successful high-risk escort operation. Several other ruling families from Asia and Eastern Europe are already inquiring about our services." My Chief Operating Officer continues his presentation, pointing at the projection."Excellent." I praise them and seats shift, gazes locking on me. Eleanor still doesn't reply"When are the recruits coming?" I send more texts. Mind totally clocked out of this meeting. I need her with me. Last night was when we saw each other because I had an impromptu meeting"Thirty got stationed today " someone reply me and I nod, trying

"I thought you stopped smoking," Anthony says from behind me, walking over."A man that doesn’t smoke, puffing an expensive Davidoff cigar on a rooftop at midnight, looking ahead towards his own roof with a very specific, disturbed face... It can only mean one thing."I puff the smoke out, watching it curl into the cold air. The nicotine is doing nothing to calm the roar in my head. It doesn't fade the rage of seeing my woman attacked unprotected on a public floor. It doesn't clear the vision of seeing Eleanor cozy with Dean. And it doesn't soothe the quiet fury at how disobedient she has become even after each punishment."It can only be love. Thinking about Little Thing, right?""Her name is Eleanor.""So it’s Little Thing." Anthony shrugs. He has a talent for provoking. Reacting is a waste."You must feel bad" I look at him"with all your money, owning a precise private defense operation, and your woman was attacked without a single guard present." I take a long drag. "I'm not in

The scent of sin invades my nostrils.That is the only way I can describe the air of my father's luxury mansion. It isn't just imported furnitures and expensive leather; it hosts the fragrance of accumulated, aggressive manipulations and secrets kept behind titanium-reinforced vault doors."Orland, why are you here?" my mother asks, her voice frantic as she steps away from her chair, her eyes tracking toward my father.He remains entirely motionless on a sprawling linen sofa, his attention fixed on a ultra-high-definition display showing predatory wildlife footage. As his way, he ignores her presence completely, even as she stops three feet from his position. She stands there, visibly vibrating between the desperate impulse to reach out to him and the paralyzing fear of his rejection."Let us go, Mother," I say, my footsteps heavy, deliberate, echoing off the limestone flooring as I close the distance between us. I am in the house I spent my entire adult life building a multi-billion

ELEANOR POV I feel like I'm being punished and Banks is tired of me. After forcing me to eat yesterday, I thought he'll come back, but he never did. His silence is starting to feel like a cruel punishment. Three full days have passed without his physical presence, and the dark anxiety coiling in my stomach tells me he has grown completely tired of me. He probably doesn't have any feelings left for me. Three days since this massive penthouse has transformed from a luxury estate into a prison, and he hasn't laid a single finger on me. I miss him. I need him. I miss his touch. I don't even mind him punishing me with the hot wax, handstock,whip or public punishment. I don't mind, I just want him here. It's now I understand his need to wanting me by his side. For these three days, I've been forced to think of those days I ignored him. Without him, the air in this room feels thin; I can’t breathe through the sudden terror that he is preparing to break up with me. It wouldn't surprise me