All Chapters of The Billionaire Empire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“What about this one? Lucas smiled. “A hot firefighter saves a kitten from a drain.”I shrugged. “I’ll definitely cover that story.”He smirked. “So will I.”“What are you all doing this weekend?” Harper asked while she kept working.“Nothing,” Lucas answered. “Hopefully I’ll get to see Paul.”“Same here.” I let out a sigh.Harper looked up. “I thought you were going home to see your boyfriend.”I shrugged again. “I was meant to, but in the last ten days, I’ve only talked to him for about four minutes altogether, and he hasn’t called me even once.” I turned my chair around while thinking about how depressing my situation had become.“Oh, come on. You need to break up with him and move on to Ricardo.”I rolled my eyes. Ricardo worked on our floor, and for the past few days, he had been hanging around my desk, making pointless small talk.“He likes you,” Harper muttered. “He keeps hanging around your desk like a fly.”“That’s unfortunate.” I smirked as I watched him chatting with someon

I thought about the angle I had seen on his screen, then looked in that direction and spotted it.A small black glass dome.I stared at it, knowing he was watching me.I could almost feel his eyes on my body.What was he thinking as he watched me?An unexpected rush of excitement spread through me as I imagined him upstairs, hard and watching every move I made.For a moment, I felt like taking off my clothes, lying back on my desk, and opening my legs just to give him something worth watching.Could he hear what we were saying?Did those cameras have audio too?“What happened?” Lucas whispered.“I can’t talk right now. There are cameras,” I murmured, keeping my head down.“But we seriously need some strong drinks after work.”“Jesus,” Harper whispered before turning back to her computer.“Stupid fucking Ricardo,” Sienna muttered. “He’s going to get all of us fired. Why wasn’t he the one dragged into the office?”“I know.” I opened my email and stared at the screen for a moment while t

“Hey.” I smiled as Jaxon opened the front door.“Hey, you.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. “This is a surprise.”“I know. I missed you, so I flew home this morning just to spend the night.”“Come in.” He led me into his converted garage.I hadn’t been able to sleep the night before. I was worried about my feelings, and I couldn't stop thinking about stupid Sebastian Cross. I got up early, went straight to the airport, and caught the first flight home.I looked around Jaxon’s small studio apartment. Empty pizza boxes and dirty glasses were scattered around the room.“What have you been doing?” I asked.“Not much.” He smiled, lay down on the bed, and patted the space beside him.I lay next to him, and he slipped his hand under my top while looking into my eyes.“Did you go to any job interviews this week?” I asked.“No. Nothing really matched what I wanted.”I frowned. “Isn’t any job better than no job?” I asked hopefully.“I’m waiting for the right one.” He gently kissed me.

I frowned as I read the article.What?Marjorie had told me she hadn’t spoken to anyone else about this except me.I read the article again... and then again.It was almost exactly the same as the story I had written, almost word for word. The more I read it, the more confused I became.Had she given another reporter the same incorrect name?I took out my phone and called her. She answered immediately.“Hello, Marjorie. This is Seraphina Hale.”“Oh, hello, dear. That was quick.”“Marjorie, did you speak to anyone else from another newspaper about the graffiti story?”“No, dear.”“You didn’t tell anyone else?” I asked with a frown.“Not a single person. Everyone on the street agreed that we only wanted Cross Global Holdings to report it. That way we knew the police would have to pay attention.”My heartbeat became louder in my ears.What was happening?“Coffee for Seraphina,” the cashier called.“Thank you.”I picked up my coffee and stepped back into the rain, completely confused.It

I sat in the café across the street from the Cross Global Holdings building. I told myself I had only come to buy some takeout for dinner. But the real reason was that I wanted to see him leave. I wanted to look at his face and find out if it was as red as mine. I was so close to orgasming in public that it wasn't even funny. How could just one finger over my clothes make me feel so turned on? This man made me melt into a soft, wet, helpless puddle. Whenever he touched me, I had no power to resist him.For the past twelve months, I had been dreaming about Bash, the funny and carefree man I spent one night with. But now that I had met another side of him, I wasn't sure I liked him anymore. I mean, he was attractive—more than attractive. He was unbelievably hot.Who really was Sebastian Cross?I sat on the bench beside the window and kept looking across the street. Then I saw the limousine arrive and stop in the parking area.I quickly straightened up. My stomach twisted, and I held my