Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha Billionaire's Secrets: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Watching Maci try on different outfits all afternoon is literal fucking torture.Her laugh cuts through the noise of the store, a soft sound that sinks into my chest. I don't realise I've been staring until Emma gives me a look, a raised brow that might as well be a neon sign reading you're fucked. Hell, maybe I am.I lean against the counter, arms crossed, aiming for a composed look, even as every nerve in my body is tuned to her. Maci is chatting with Emma, gesturing animatedly, completely unaware of the havoc she's causing in me. Watching her today has been restraint of the finest kind, I'd gladly suffer through again.Every time she walked out of that fitting room, my sanity took another hit. The dresses, the shoes, the way her fingers nervously smoothed over the fabric while her eyes searched mine for approval.She didn't even know she owned the room just by breathing in it. She has no idea. None. And when she does. Christ, I won't survive it. Not a chance.Emma bustles around he

I'm guiding Maci down the short corridor to my office in the bar.She got two steps in the door before her knees nearly gave way; the adrenaline wearing off quicker than I anticipated. I ducked down to tuck an arm round her shoulders, threw Logan a look to let him know we needed a minute and steered her to the upstairs level.We get there with just a few sniffles and I am fucking chomping at the bit to ask her who that guy was, but she needs to calm down first.The office is dimly lit, the soft glow of my desk lamp casting shadows across the dark wood and steel accents. I close the door behind us, blocking out the muffled hum of the bar.Now her whole body shakes, and she pulls her arms tightly around herself. I hate that she’s like this, scared and vulnerable when she was pure fury just a few minutes ago.I pull her into another hug, gathering her up in my arms. She fits perfectly; takes a big breath in and exhales on a loud sigh and a small shudder.“Sit,” I say softly, guiding her

You know when you nap, and it’s like an end of the world nap.That's what's happening to me right now, my mouth is so dry. I need a drink and to wipe the drool off my cheek.Apart from the glow of a TV, which is casting flickering shadows on the walls, I'm in the dark. So I can’t have been asleep for that long,Why am I so disoriented, think Maci what's going on?I blink, taking in the unfamiliar space. Massive bed, impossibly high ceilings, faint scent of cedar, check, check, check. I’m on Thrones room. Shit, did I drool on his pillow.I blame the shower for all of this. I did the chill out setting and apparently it worked too well.I sit up, rubbing my eyes and try to piece together how I ended up here. The last thing I remember is lying down after towel drying my hair, then turning on the TV. That’s it. My hair’s still damp, curling against my neck. I glance at the clock on the night stand. It's only been an hour.What woke me?I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet

I’m in the house I grew up in, the creak of the floorboards under my feet is so familiar.How did I get here? Wasn’t I in Thorne’s room?I do a 360 to figure out exactly where I am. OK, I’m downstairs, I could navigate this space with my eyes closed. I know this place, but it feels so different.I’m dreaming and my dad is here.“Dad?” My voice echoes down the empty hallway.My gut tells me to keep moving, so I step closer to the kitchen. I am almost there when I hear the faint hum of his favourite song playing. Jesus, I haven’t heard in years. There is the faint scent of coffee, and for just a moment I pause and close my eyes. Transported to a time when my family was whole and the entire world felt simple.Until I see him.My dad is standing by the counter with his back to me. Something’s wrong. His shoulders are tense and movements jerky. He turns to face me and I let out a gasp, because his face is so pale he looks translucent.His hollow eyes widen as he speaks. “Maci,” he says, hi

Did the flowers look so obnoxiously garish when I thought they were from Thorne?No, they looked stunning, now they're a toxic warning sign, clashing with everything around them.I’ve been wrung dry. Why am I always teetering on the edge of some breakdown? My legs are trembling as I step back toward my door.Thorne is there, he takes the keys from my hand, reaches around me opening the door and his hand brushes the small of my back, guiding me inside.I should react more, but I'm just emotionally drained and at this point WANT Ethan to come and try something.“You’re not staying here,” his voice leaves no room for argument as we step inside.But there will be an argument.I spin to face him, crossing my arms instinctively. “I knew you were going to say that, but I'm not letting some freak drive me out of the place I've worked so hard for.”“You’re coming to stay with me. Tonight. It’s not safe here.” His tone is calm, but I can see the storm brewing in his eyes. “This isn’t a discussi