All Chapters of Bound To The Billionaire By A Baby: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Liora's Pov "I have heard some things about your activities at the fashion house today, Liora," the patriarch finally whispered, his tone dropping into that low, chillingly calm melodic register that made the hairs on my arms stand up. I stiffened completely against the leather, my fingers trembling against my skirt. "Sir, if you mean the incident in the restroom, it wasn't my fault. The models, they—" "I care nothing for the petty rivalries of my son's employees, nor am I interested in your tears," Mr. Hawthorne interrupted, his voice flat and entirely unyielding as he slowly turned his head to pin me with a cold, predatory glare. He raked his eyes over my new assistant uniform, his lip curling into a subtle, stylishly dismissive sneer that washed me down completely, making me feel smaller than the dirt on the loading dock. "You have caused quite a public nuisance on your very first shift. Firing two leading runway models over a domestic dispute is a reckless, emotional

Adrian's PovI stared at him, my mouth opening to speak, but the sheer shock of the question made the words completely die in my throat. My face burned with a sudden, suffocating heat as my mind violently flashed back to thag previous night—the smell of vanilla and lavender on her skin, the liquid ivory satin of her nightgown, and the way my lips had traced a path of erratic heat down her jawline while she lay frozen beneath my weight."Are you completely insane?" I whispered, my tone dropping into a deathly low register. "Why the hell would I do something like that?""It’s a standard sensory progression test, Adrian," Liam explained clinically, though his playboy smirk was rapidly creeping back onto his lips."A kiss involves the highest concentration of neural pathways and sensory receptors. If your system responds to her skin, a kiss would provide the ultimate diagnostic confirmation on whether your erectile dysfunction is going to be cured or if it's just a localized reaction.""I

Liora's PovThe slow cadence shattered in an instant. A sudden, violent surge of raw aggression took over his movements. Adrian’s mouth parted, and his tongue slid past my teeth, deepening the interaction with a desperate, feverish hunger that completely obliterated my ability to think. We were suddenly exchanging spit, our breaths mingling into a ragged, frantic rhythm that filled the quiet bedroom with the slick, heavy sound of an unbridled physical connection.The taste of the rich, smoky bourbon on his tongue swirled into my senses, mixing with the clean flavor of the peppermint from my shower until my mind went completely blank with a dangerous, intoxicating lightheadedness.I was entirely lost in the suffocating rush of sensory heat pouring from his body, my fingers twisting blindly into the white silk of his unbuttoned shirt. He was kissing me as if he wanted to consume me, as if he wanted to tear the very breath from my lungs, his tongue moving possessively against mine until

Liora's Pov We stepped out of the parlor and began the long walk down the grand portrait hall toward the main foyer. A row of senior scullery maids and kitchen assistants were lining the corridor, carrying fresh linens and silver polish for the evening rounds. As we walked past them, the heavy, rhythmic thud of Adrian's boots echoing off the walls, a sudden, suffocating silence dropped over the hallway. "Who is that woman with the young master?" a junior maid whispered from the pantry entrance, her eyes wide with a sudden, sharp look of intense recognition. "I don't know, she looks like an international supermodel from the Paris line," another cook muttered, completely, entirely failing to recognize my face beneath the heavy makeup and expensive couture. "Look at her posture... she looks absolutely stunning. I’ve never seen her in the estate before." "Is she a foreign princess?" a laundry worker whispered, her jaw dropping as she watched the liquid black silk ripple against my l

Liora's Pov "Adrian! My goodness, man, look at you!" The loud, grating voice of a middle-aged man in a tailored tuxedo cut through the thudding bass of the inner sanctuary. He was holding a glass of amber liquid, his eyes instantly sliding down from Adrian's face to map out the bare, exposed length of my thighs beneath the liquid black silk mini-dress. "Is this the mysterious woman the tabloids are screaming about?" another man in a velvet blazer chimed in, leaning forward with a lazy, entitled smirk as he let out a sharp, mocking whistle. "The secret courthouse bride? Adrian, you certainly didn't mention your new assistant had assets like this. No wonder you threw Lady Rusali out of the preview line." My heart hammered a frantic, exhausting rhythm against my ribs. I gripped the fabric of my canvas bag, my cheeks burning with an intense, agonizing heat as I braced myself for the blow. I expected Adrian to snap, to hurl a cold, classist insult about me being a basement