Todos los capítulos de HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

BANKS POV"Dean." The echo of his name won't leave my brain. It has been repeating on a cruel loop since I stepped out of the penthouse.I park the car in front of my mother's building. There is absolutely no reason why I should be here, but being in her presence is the only thought my fractured mind can grasp."Welcome, boss," the guard says, bowing his head.I wave him away and head inside. 'Dean. His fucking name won't depart from me, and the more it echoes, the deeper the stab gets. She never hesitated to say his name. She chose him, not me. She chose him, not me."Your mother went to bed after the private gym instructor had a session with her," her attendant informs me as I enter the hall.My ears ring loud, and my fingers wrap around his neck before I can even process the thought."Mr. Banks... I'm..." he wheezes, gasping for air."When was she enrolled in a gym?" I growl, my knuckles turning white. "I specifically requested a dietician, a doctor, and proper rest for her!""She

I send one last message, holding my breath as the screen dims.Nothing. Not even a read receipt. I think about calling Anthony or Carlton, only to realize with a sickening wave of desperation that I don't have either of their personal numbers. Not like I actually will anyways. But, every bridge to Banks was built through him, and now that he’s gone, I’m left stranded in the dark."Eleanor?" I take a deep, unsteady breath and force my eyes away from my phone, looking across the table at Dean. I called him out today to do what I should have done weeks ago."I want to cancel the contract, Dean." He doesn't flinch. He doesn't even blink. He just sits back in his leather chair, his dark blue eyes tracking every line of my face. "That’s sudden. I thought we're on same agreement about the release for the launch.""I’m sorry," my throat tightens"Can I ask why?""It’s personal.""The launch is in three months, El." I look down, biting my inner lip so hard I taste copper, my hands curling int

HOUR OF THE PROPOSAL. "Come in." The heavy oak doors to my top-floor office swing open. Carlton steps inside, looking as if he hasn't slept in a week. His tailored suit is slightly rumpled, and deep shadows ring his eyes. "You can delegate your duties, Carlton," I say, without looking up from my desk. "You look terrible." He offers a weak, strained smile, staring down at the polished marble floor. I push back from my chair and descend the short flight of stairs toward the private seating area where he stands motionless. Something is severely wrong. "You requested an urgent meeting," I prompt, leaning against the arm of the leather couch. Carlton inhales sharply, but no words come out. I am deeply familiar with this posture—the agonizing pause of a man torn between swallowing his pride to ask for salvation or clinging to his dignity while he drowns. But this is Carlton. I have known him for over a decade. He is as pragmatic and sharp as they come. "Do you need time off? A leave

Pushing Dean off, I take quick steps back to my car. Vandiver steps out and holds the door open without saying a word."Am I taking you anywhere else, miss?" I look up at him through the rearview mirror and feel a sudden surge of shame grip my chest. I quickly avert my eyes. "Home, please." he nods. The engine roars to life, and I stare out the window. I miss Banks. Three days without him feels like an eternity. I pull out my phone and check it again, but there is still no reply. No answer to my messages, no reaction to my clips. I know I shouldn't call him, but a part of me feels like we are on the verge of a total collapse. If this drags on any longer, we might never be together again.Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I dial his number and sit up straight as it begins to ring. My nails dig into my wrist, praying he picks up.He doesn't.I glance back toward Vandiver. "Did... Did—" Our eyes meet again, and another wave of shame washes over me. "Did you call him?""No, miss."

BANKS POVWe continue staring at each other when her phone starts ringing. She pulls it up, her eyes widening in a split second of panic before her gaze darts back to mine, then to the screen, her weight shifting nervously on my thighs. She swallows, her lips twitching as her thumb hovers over the glowing display.I know whoever is calling must be someone I don't like. The person of... "I don't know why he's calling," she whispers and I wrap my hands around her waist, nudging her closer. She swipes then presses the speaker button, and Dean Jiang’s grating voice fills the quiet expanse of my private office."Hey El, because we moved the launch up, I think we need to work overtime," Dean says smoothly, Eleanor grinds her teeth, her chest rising and falling against mine. A sharp ringing fills my ears, my chest burning to liquid ice."I'll have a room arranged here at the gym, but if you prefer, I can pay for a three-day room at a hotel nearby," Dean continues, completely oblivious.Elea