All Chapters of Taming the Arrogant Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Savannah’s POVBy the time the apartment door finally opened, I had stopped pretending I wasn’t watching the clock.The truth was I had been glancing at it every few minutes for almost three hours, waiting for Julian to remember he had a wife sitting in his apartment who knew no one in the city.I had called him more than once, and none had been answered. At first I told myself he was still in the meeting, but with every passing hour my annoyance slowly curdled into worry. I hated that part most, because I didn’t want to be the woman who panicked when her husband didn’t answer his phone.Somewhere along the way things had changed, and apparently caring about someone meant imagining every terrible thing that could happen when they vanished without a word.Relief hit me the moment I heard the door, and I almost stood up. Then I remembered how angry I was and remained seated.Julian walked in looking exhausted, tie loosened, shirt buttons undone, and hair like he’d spent the day running

Savannah's POVI woke up the next morning expecting the apartment to be quiet. I stayed beneath the blankets, staring at the ceiling while replaying the argument, the apology, everything he'd said. After a while I pushed the covers away, sighing quietly.I wasn't angry anymore, or at least I didn't think so, but understanding why didn't magically erase how it had made me feel.I climbed out of bed, and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Back home, my mother didn't believe in sleeping late, or expecting food to appear without putting in effort. It didn't matter how much money the family had, if you lived under her roof, you contributed. She would have handed me a frying pan without asking, and the thought made me smile.But this wasn't my home, this was Julian's apartment, and after last night I wasn't even sure what to expect anymore.He had made it clear things were different here, I didn't think it mattered whether I cooked breakfast, there were maids, drivers, assistants, and pr

Savannah's POVThe next morning felt different from the day before, maybe it was because Julian had actually stayed with me all day.Maybe it was because he had ignored calls, messages, and probably half the corporate world just so he could take me around the city. Or maybe it was because, somewhere between walking through crowded streets, laughing over coffee, and spending an entire day together without the ranch around us, something inside me had started to settle again.The fragile tension from our first day back hadn't completely disappeared, but it no longer felt as sharp.I stood near the dresser, fastening a small earring while Julian came out of the closet already dressed for work. Dark suit. White shirt. Expensive watch.His hair was neat

Arya's POVI hated the fact that Julian Montgomery could irritate me so easily. It wasn't even what he said, it was the way he said it.I knew exactly who I was to him, his lawyer, the person spending half her waking hours reviewing documents until midnight, while he apparently disappeared for an entire day because he had better things to do.I stopped at the window and looked out over the city, taking a slow breath. It wasn't fair, I told myself again because I knew it wasn't. Julian didn't owe the company every hour of his life, he didn't owe me an explanation about what he did outside the office either, but knowing that didn't stop the unpleasant tightness sitting in the center of my chest.I'd noticed it the first time we met, the way he spoke, the way he listened, how his expressions changed whenever someone challenged him. I'd also noticed how his entire demeanor shifted whenever his wife was mentioned, and that irritated me more than it should have."You look like you're consid

Julian's POVI hadn't realized how exhausted I was until I finally stopped moving. The bathwater was warm enough to unknot the tension that had been lodged between my shoulders since morning, and with Savannah tucked comfortably against my chest I let myself sink deeper until the back of my head rested on the tub's edge.For the first time all day there was nothing demanding my attention. No phone ringing, no unopened documents, no investor breathing down my neck, no lawyer reminding me of deadlines. Just quiet. And her.Savannah sat between my legs with her back pressed to my chest, damp hair swept over one shoulder while my arms rested loosely around her waist beneath the water."This is nice," she murmured."Mhm," I answered, eyes closed.She tilted her head. "That sounded close to you falling asleep. And you are going to do it in the bathtub.""I've done more dangerous things," I said, and she scoffed."That's not comforting," she teased.A lazy smile touched my mouth. "I have you