Semua Bab The Alpha Billionaire's Secrets: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The second she steps into my office, the world shifts, a ripple in the air that crashes into me like a storm breaking against stone. Jesus, I have to force my mask to stay in place. She stands just inside the door, soaked through, dishevelled and so fucking captivating. My instincts are reacting to her, stirring in a way I can barely control, my teeth grind together so hard I hear them crunch.Dark waves of Chestnut hair cling to her skin, framing high cheekbones and a face that’s unexpectedly striking, soft features with an edge of defiance that makes blood rush straight to my cock. Her cheap blouse clings to every lush curve, and try as I might, I can’t ignore the way it perfectly accentuates every sweeping line of her frame. The dip of her waist, the luscious fullness of her hips and I just know she’s got an ass that I can grab onto while I enjoy the ride back there. Her chest rises and falls, shifting her perfect huge tits in rhythm as she takes a deep breath and…is that a pink b

Softly clicking shut, the door seals me into the quiet dimness of my apartment. The first big breath comes out of me as a huge sigh, releasing the tension that has my shoulders pulled up to my ears. Sagging against the doorframe as the weight of this shitty day presses down on me. My fingers loosen on the damp leather of my bag, and it slips from my grip, landing with a soft thud. Outside, the rain pounds against the walls, each drop like a pulse matching the frantic beat of my heart.For a moment I’m unmoving, staring at the faintly glistening puddle forming around my shoes, my thoughts racing back to him without my permission, Thorne. The way he looked at me, like he was peeling back the layers I hide behind, like he could see right through to something buried deep inside. Nope, we are done with Thorne and Wintermere and the whole thing.I shake my head, pushing off the door and kicking off my kitten heels. The room feels darker than usual, shadows creeping into every corner, and I

I should have stayed with her, should have pressed harder for answers. But if I had given in, I wouldn’t have left.By the time I’m pulling into my driveway, the heavy iron gates closing slowly behind me, I've managed to school my instincts to a form of normal. Making my way through the forested estate, my home rises from the shadows of the ancient trees, a stark clash of modern ambition and primal wilderness. My fortress built to keep the world at bay and where the beast can come out to play.Standing three stories tall, it’s a masterpiece of black stone and glass. The wide windows reflect the twilight sky, giving the illusion of openness, but inside, it’s anything but inviting. It’s a sanctuary for a beast; minimalist, calculated, and tailored to precision. No clutter. No chaos. Nothing I can’t control.Leaving the comfort of my custom Aston Martin DBS Superleggera, I step onto the driveway, the low rumble of the engine fading behind me. The sleek metallic lines of the car glint und

The hum of conversation dwindles to nothing, replaced by the faint echoes of retreating footsteps. The office feels more cavernous now, its earlier buzz replaced by a stillness that settles in my chest. Why is Mike still haunting me, even through faceless, creepy messages from unknown numbers? It has to be him, no one else could dig under my skin like this.I should’ve left ages ago, but here I am, rooted to my desk. Teetering between exhaustion, panic, and a sprinkling of pride. It’s a mess of emotions and I refuse to untangle it.If I just ignore him, he’ll go away. Rats always scurry back to the shadows, eventually. Right? Ignore, push to the back of your mind, forget the shitty messages.My brain is a whirlwind of buzzing neurons. It feels… good. The kind of good that comes from throwing everything you’ve got at something and hoping it sticks. The downside is the headache blooming at the base of my skull, pulsing in time with the glow of my monitors. The design on my screen star

My hand waves over the hidden door's sensor, the lock disengaging with a soft hiss. Stepping through, the world contracts into something manageable. Everything funnels into this brutal, unrelenting space. My gym. My sanctuary.With hours to kill before the meeting, I need to bleed some of this rage out. There's no better way than throwing iron until the ache in my body outweighs the shit in my head. The air is cool, with the tang of metal and sweat.Soft light glints off mirrored walls, casting jagged shadows that feel like home. Everything here, every machine, every barbell, every rope is custom-built to handle a monster like me. Even the punching bag in the corner, stitched with silver thread, barely survives more than a few rounds. This room is a temple. Power. Precision. Control.I yank at the knot of my tie, tugging it loose. The shirt follows in one fluid motion; buttons be damned. I strip down completely. Naked means no restrictions, nothing to shred when I push too hard. And I