All Chapters of The Billionaire's Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The car stopped in front of the gallery, and even before I got out, I already felt the weight of the atmosphere. The place was packed; photographers, critics, and New York’s cultural elite crowded the entrance under the bright lights that cut across the glass façade. Beside me, Claire looked stunning in an emerald silk dress that accentuated every curve, smiling with the confidence of someone born for events like this. I, on the other hand, felt my hands slightly damp and my chest tight. It had been weeks since I’d last seen Kyle. Weeks in which every hour of sleep was a lost battle against obsessive thoughts, and every waking hour was a Herculean effort not to drive to his apartment. The anticipation of finding him there, in his moment of triumph, left me in a state of nervousness I could barely camouflage beneath my CEO mask. As we crossed the doors, the environment hit me hard. Sofia had done a masterful job. The gallery had been transformed to reflect Kyle’s psyche: the lights

“I heard you closed that contract in the Emirates. A masterstroke!” Marcus blocked my path with his imposing physique, oblivious to my desperation. “But what interests me now is your new logistics platform. I heard you’re facing some regulatory hurdles at the port. I have the right contacts to clear that path for you.” “Marcus, I’d love to discuss this, but this isn’t the ideal moment. Can we schedule a lunch on Monday?” My voice came out almost as a contained growl. “Come now, Aidan, it’s only two minutes. Opportunities like this don’t wait for breakfast.” He began detailing a complex proposal about port infrastructure, gesturing with his whiskey glass. I felt my blood throbbing in my temples. Over Marcus’s shoulder, I watched Alexander White draw closer and closer to the circle where Kyle stood. Kyle’s companion was laughing, resting his head on his shoulder, while the “shark” closed the distance. Marcus kept talking about free-trade zones and tax exemptions, trapping me in a te

The Manhattan night glittered outside, but inside Claire’s luxury apartment the world seemed drained of color. Her body moved against mine in a rhythm I knew by pure instinct and practice, yet my mind was kilometers away, trapped within the white walls of the art gallery. While Claire whispered my name, all I could see was Kyle’s pale face and the contained fury in his eyes when Alexander White appeared. The performance was perfect. As always, I wouldn’t leave Claire unsatisfied; I was a master at simulating the pleasure I never felt. But inside, I was a desert. I wondered whether Kyle was all right after the confrontation with Alexander that worm who had helped destroy what remained of his innocence thirteen years ago. More than that, a bitter stab of jealousy gnawed at me: was he now in the arms of that man, his new companion from the exhibition? Was Kyle feeling the pleasure that had been denied to me for more than a decade? When we finally finished, Claire fell asleep quickly, s

The return to the Vance Corp office was a blur of signatures and automatic decisions. I was physically present in my leather chair, surrounded by windows that looked out over the empire I had built, but my mind remained trapped at that restaurant table, echoing Kyle’s surreal and visceral proposal. I couldn’t stop thinking: Would this actually work? The image of Kyle explaining the plan kept repeating in a torturous loop. He was no longer asking; he was offering a solution to our shared cell. “I can go out with the two of you,” he had said, with a calm that disarmed me. “I know my presence turns you on, Aidan. There’s no point denying it.” I had to admit it was true. The simple fact that he was breathing near me made the blood rush to places where before there had only been ice. “We can have a threesome,” he suggested. I hesitated. The weight of that proposal was crushing. Claire knew nothing about this “tendency” of mine, about the fact that my desire was irredeemably tied to t

The silence in Claire’s apartment was almost audible, broken only by the soft sound of our footsteps on the fine hardwood floor. She poured us wine, but her almond-shaped eyes kept shifting between me and Kyle with a sparkling curiosity. I felt my stomach twist into knots. My reputation as a ruthless businessman and the media’s relentless playboy seemed like a cheap joke there, about to be unmasked. Kyle broke the ice. He settled onto the sofa with a feline elegance that mixed the roughness of the streets with an artist’s sensitivity. He looked at Claire fixedly, holding her attention before he even opened his mouth. “Claire, I’m going to be direct with you,” Kyle began, his voice deep and soft, without a single trace of hesitation. “I watched you at the gallery. I liked your style, your posture, the way you move. And that’s why I asked Aidan to bring me here. I proposed to him that we do a threesome. The three of us, in the same bed.” Claire nearly choked on her sip of wine. She