Semua Bab Livestreaming My Cheating Billionaire Husband: Bab 51 - Bab 60

JasmineEarly morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the master suite, casting a warm glow on our exposed bodies. I woke up to the warm, heavy weight of Sebastian’s arm draped over my neck and collarbone, holding me firmly against his side. He was still fast asleep, his breathing deep and steady.I took a moment to stare at his perfect face. His hair was tousled because I had run my fingers through it multiple times. He had the most perfect features I had ever seen—long lashes, high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and full red lips that I wanted to kiss over and over again.Feeling like a shy teenager trying to sneak out after a wild night, I carefully lifted his arm inch by inch. I held my breath as I crawled out of the bed, double-checking to make sure I hadn’t woken him, before quietly slipping out of the room.Back in my own cabin, I stepped into the shower. As the warm water washed over me, my mind replayed every touch of his hands, every kiss all over my body, ever

JasmineBy nighttime, the ocean had become still and dark, a mirror of the black sky above us. The air had turned cold, but the heat radiating off our small bonfire kept us warm.I was still standing in my black bikini; I could feel the cool breeze against my damp skin. Sebastian pulled out the bottle of scented body oil we’d brought with us.“Come here,” he murmured, his voice a low baritone. “You’ve been under the sun.”I stepped closer, resting my back against his chest as he stood behind me on the wide blanket spread across the sand. He poured a small pool of oil into his palms, rubbing them together to warm it before bringing his hands to my shoulders.His touch was tender, his long fingers rubbing the oil down my neck, over my shoulders, and tracing the curve of my spine down to the small of my back. I shivered involuntarily, not from cold, but from the burning heat of his hands against my bare skin.Sebastian dropped to his knees behind me, his slick hands sliding over my hips

LauraI was sitting on my kitchen counter with a glass of red wine in my hands, watching Marcus make us lunch.The oversized silk robe I had on was slipping down one shoulder. Marcus looked ridiculous in my apartment kitchen. I didn’t think my kitchen was small until this massive, broad-shouldered, tall hunk of a man stood over my stove. He was carefully stirring a pot of sauce, his brows furrowed in concentration.“Stop staring,” Marcus said without turning around, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He grabbed his own glass of wine, swirled it around, and took a big sip.“How can you tell I’m looking at you?” I asked with a wide grin plastered across my face.When he glanced at me, I was blown away by the intensity of his gaze.“What kind of bodyguard would I be if I couldn’t tell my woman was looking at me?”My woman.I shook my head, covering my mouth with my hands to hide my flushed face.“I can’t,” I grinned, reaching out with my bare foot to poke his hip. “My terrif

JasonI grabbed a tissue to wipe my bloodied lip. Some of the blood had already gotten on my shirt. I winced in pain at the contact.“Sir,” my secretary said as she rushed in, offering me an ice pack.I glared at her before grabbing it from her hand. I held it against my mouth to soothe the swelling on my lip, crushing the shattered glass on the floor beneath my shoes.“Get out!” I roared. The force of yelling sent a sharp pain straight through my mouth and face. “Get the hell out! What do I pay you for if you just let any lunatic walk right past your desk and into my office?!”She flinched, shrinking back.“That’s why your office is right outside my door. You’re not supposed to let just anybody through!” I spat in disdain, wiping at the fresh blood that had oozed from the cut in my mouth. “Get out!” I thundered.She scrambled out the door and pulled it shut behind her.I turned my head toward the four security guards standing near the entrance, their arms crossed, looking entirely us

SebastianI stood frozen to the spot, my hand still on the door handle. The manila folder was still in my other hand. My heart began racing in my chest.“Jasmine,” I called out to her, my voice raspy. I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me. I tried to keep my voice steady, but my hands were trembling. “You shouldn’t be out of bed. Please, sit back down.”She didn’t move. She leaned against the doorframe, her knuckles white as she held the door in place. Those intense hazel eyes bored into mine.“I asked you a question, Sebastian,” she said, her voice quiet as her eyes searched my face for answers. “Who is locked down at your facility?”I swallowed hard. My blood ran cold. This was what I had feared from the moment I ordered Marcus to take Cassie. She was going to look at me and see a criminal. The thought of her looking at me with fear or hate in her eyes was terrifying.“Cassie,” I admitted, my voice dropping to a whisper. I couldn’t look her in the eye. “My security tea