All Chapters of THE MAN MY BOYFRIEND WANTED : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Book 12Emma’s eyes opened slowly, the morning light feeling far too bright for the darkness that had settled in her chest. She watched Julian across the room, already fully dressed in a tuxedo that probably cost more than her childhood home. He looked impeccable, his hair perfectly in place, radiating a cold, expensive power that made her feel even smaller beneath the tangled sheets. She felt used, a strange hollowness echoing through her as she stayed pinned to the mattress. The questions started racing through her mind, loud and persistent. Should she just tell him the truth and walk away? Was this revenge even worth the piece of herself she was losing? She looked at the back of his head and wondered if she even had real evidence of him and Cal. If she spoke up now, would she just be labeled a liar and thrown back into the dirt?She had come this far, though. The memory of the slums and the way she had been discarded kept her anchored to the bed. She had to finish what she starte

Book 14An hour later, the house was silent except for the heavy thud of the front door. Julian was home. Emma was waiting in the dining room, her hair pulled back, wearing a simple but elegant dress that made her look more like a wife than a mistress. Julian walked in, looking exhausted, his tie loosened and his jacket thrown over his arm. He stopped when he smelled the air. “That isn't Agnes’s cooking,” he said, his eyes finding Emma’s.“I thought I’d try something different tonight,” Emma said, moving toward him. She took his jacket, playing the part perfectly. “I made it myself. Roasted beef, just the way you like it.”Julian’s eyebrows shot up. He looked genuinely surprised, a rare flicker of something that looked like warmth crossing his face. “You cooked? I told the staff you weren't to be bothered with that.”“I wanted to,” she whispered, leading him toward the table. “Sit down. You’ve had a long day.”Cal appeared from the shadows, his gloved hands moving to pull out Julian’s

Book 16His kisses burned against the sensitive skin of her neck, and Emma couldn’t lie to herself anymore; she was already wet, her body betraying her calculations as the heat of the private pool blurred the edges of her resolve. She knew exactly what would come next if she stayed in his arms, the inevitable surrender to his touch that she wasn't entirely ready to face. All of a sudden, the piercing ring of his phone cut through the humid air of the enclave, and Julian’s lips slightly left her nipples as his head turned toward the sound. He frowned, visibly annoyed by the interruption, wondering who could possibly be calling him at this hour when dawn was already breaking across the estate.“I’ll get it for you,” Emma said, her voice coming out in a slightly shrill pitch as she quickly pulled away from him. She scrambled out of the deep water, reaching for the large white towel on the stone tile and wrapping it tightly around her body as she walked toward the vibrating device. It wa

Book 18“Emma,” he called softly, his voice cutting through the quiet night air of the terrace. She was so engrossed with the stars she was watching that she hadn't heard his footsteps approaching from the bedroom. She was gently crying, tears tracking silently down her cheeks as her mind drifted back through the years, thinking about how life had been completely unfair to her as a child all the way up until now. It hadn't really been easy growing up under the shadow of a mother who despised her, being pushed to the side while everyone else got the world handed to them, and now finding herself locked in a golden cage, playing a dangerous game with a man who could destroy her. The sheer exhaustion of fighting for survival since her childhood caught up to her all at once under the midnight sky.She turned around quickly, her fingers sweeping across her face to clean the tears before he could see them. She forced her expression to smooth out, forcing a calm look onto her face. “I thoug

Book 20The oak door to the master suite turned silently on its hinges as Julian stepped back inside after spending hours in his private study. He moved with slow, deliberate caution, his eyes adjusting to the quiet layout of the room until they landed on the grand bed. Emma was lying completely still across the mattress, her eyes closed and her breathing rhythmic, appearing to be fast asleep after the emotional exhaustion of the evening. If this situation had occurred before, with any of the other countless women he had brought into this house all through the years, his behavior would have been entirely predictable and ruthless. In those past years, he would have walked over without a single word, brutally drawn her up by the hair until she completely satisfied his base desires, and then turned his back to sleep carelessly without giving her a second thought. To Julian, women had always been mere sex toys, disposable instruments meant for temporary entertainment and nothing more, e