Semua Bab Sold To The Possessive Billionaire In A Suit : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Alexander’s POVShe sniffles, face turning to her left as her hand goes to her eyes.My left arm stays around her. I reach into my pocket for my handkerchief and slip it into her grip. It was not my intention to make her cry again on this special day. I move my fingers against her ribs, tickling softly.Her body kicks against mine and freezes. She pulls in another inhale and glances at me with misty eyes before blinking away. “Still crying?” I whisper in her hair.She dabs her eyes with my handkerchief, then slowly shakes her head.I kiss the scar again, silently making a vow to myself. No harm would ever come to her. Never. For as long as we last… together… and maybe beyond…She moves, turning slowly. The fabric of her dress brushes against my shirt, and in seconds, she puts herself to my chest. My hands shift onto instinct, holding her slender frame easily.It’s quiet. Warmer… tender.My head whirs, threatening to wander off, especially when she puts her arms around me and shifts c

Alexander’s POVShe settles in my lap, right arm, shoulder, and her back brushing against my chest. Breathing seems dangerous, so I hold my breath as she adjusts.My left fingers trickle through her mid-back-length hair, ready to anchor her back should she need support. My right hand is on its way down when my eyes fall first, scanning her silky thighs fully on display; the dress only covers so little.With a shake of my head, a scoff of disbelief spews from me as I stare at my right hand still hanging in the air, nowhere for it to stay. What do you want from me, Sophia?My gaze travels down her overly moisturized legs all the way to her feet in those gorgeous strappy shoes. She wriggles her toes. And with the same slowness, I shift my eyes to her face. It’s right in mine. My chest rises and falls against her arm. Her eyes are alternating between my lips and my eyes.“No,” I whisper and grip her arms to push her forward, unable to help but chuckle.“I came for the cake,” she lies thr

Sophia’s POVMy body is ablaze like never before. My arms squeeze tight around his neck. The thumping in my middle pushes soft gasps out of my parted lips.“Soph. No…” he breathes shakily against my hair, digging his fingers into my hips, as if to stop me, as if to pull me away from him, but they simply keep digging, and I keep going, dying and waking up from the size, the hardness, the feel… I don’t know which kills me. My body recalls that I felt it—the first day we kissed, in his penthouse.My lips press to his sharp jaw, the heat between us consuming me deeper and deeper.His body trembles. He finally pulls me away from him just an inch. My eyes flicker open. My breath is still wild with passion, his face is still in mine, red lipstick smeared all over his mouth. I must look the same.“Alexander, I want—” “No, Soph…” he says with barely any conviction, eyes glued to my lips. He’s breathing so hard. His face is hardened with a battle I can’t comprehend, as if he wants this, yet do

Lewis’ POVThe blonde European woman is the highest bidder. Her grin is full of pride. Envious gazes bite at her, but she obviously gives zero fu–s.I swear under my breath, tongue gliding over my teeth. The chances of anyone else getting that last painting are very slim now. Luke meets my gaze and flicks his left eyebrow stealthily. I nod, clenching my jaw.The second painting is paraded again with excessive care. The moment it’s unveiled, the gray-haired money Lord in front jerks up.It’s an astounding piece.A sea of heads on a path. Gray, black, gold, and white all mix to form a city. I don’t even know what the hell it is. But the name is announced.“City of Unnoticed Chaos.” I have to agree. I nod, wishing I could buy it. A lot is going on in the painting, yet everyone in it seems to be unaware. It reminds me of our friendship circle. How we all gather to drink and live in reckless lavishness, yet everyone’s going through private shitty things we somehow never discuss.Maybe I’l

Penelope’s POV (Psycho)Scratching his eyes, Bobby strolls in from the resting lounge as Mr. Thorne enters my office. They both pause, staring at each other. And suddenly, Bobby points a finger.“Crazy man number two!”“Bobby?!” I gasp in horror, leaving Mr. Thorne’s side and rushing to put a hand over Bob’s mouth. I glance at Mr. Thorne. His eyes widen. He looks caught off guard. “He’s my little brother,” I quickly say. “He has a fever, so I couldn’t leave him alone…”“Hello,” my brother greets him with a wave.He says nothing, remaining rooted at the door, eyes still on Bobby.I press my lips together and turn to my brother, putting the back of my palm to his forehead. He’s still warm, but it’s much better than two hours ago. “Bobby, go wait for me in that room. Okay? Watch your anime, then get some sleep. I’ll come for you soon.”He nods and turns around, strolling back the way he came, in his Naruto pajamas. He pauses at the door and turns again, eyes on Mr. Thorne, who still hasn