All Chapters of One Night And A Billionaire Obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Michael’s POVI didn't wait for the elevator doors to close before I spoke. “You can head back to the hotel,” I told Kelly as we stepped into the hallway. My voice sounded rough even to my own ears, which felt like a small exposure of my inner fight. “I need to take a walk.”She hesitated, I saw it in the way her step slows, the way she looked at me as if she was trying to read something out of my actions at the moment.“Of course,” she says, professional as always. She adjusted the strap of her bag and gave a polite nod before turning toward the elevators.I watched her go longer than I should have, but when the doors slid shut, the corridor suddenly felt wider and quieter. Like a held breath released too fast.I began to walk and I didn't check my phone, because I didn't think about where I’m going. My feet carry me out of the hotel, past the revolving doors, and into the early evening air. San Francisco was cooler than I remember, the breeze wild against my skin. The city humme

Kelly's POV It’s been three days since we got back from San Francisco. Three days of normal office hours, normal meetings, normal schedules that felt like anything but normal. Michael kept everything strictly professional, short conversations, minimal eye contact, no lingering pauses and no accidental proximity. I told myself it shouldn’t bother me, the trip ended, and work resumed. That’s how it’s supposed to go. But something about the way he avoided me these past few days felt deliberate, like he was guarding a line I didn’t even know we were close to crossing. By Thursday evening, the silence was pressing heavily on me, and I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to sit alone with my thoughts replaying moments that probably didn’t mean what I think they did. So I decided to text Hope. “Can I come over?” Her reply came instantly. “Always.” The ride to her apartment was familiar, the route muscle memory by now. I watch the city slide past the window, lights blinki

Kelly's POV Having lunch with Dylan wasn’t something I had planned for that day, but it happened anyway.The morning had passed in a blur of emails, calendar changes, and files I’d reviewed twice because I couldn’t remember reviewing them the first time. By noon, my head felt like it was going to explode, and there wasn’t enough space left for a full thought. When Dylan texted me saying;“Are you alive? Because I haven't heard from you in a long time. I’m near your office.”I stared at the screen longer than necessary before answering “Okay, I'll meet you outside.”I told myself I was just going to have lunch with my brother, nothing scary about that.We met at a small café a few blocks from the office, the kind that catered to regulars and didn’t bother with trendy décor. The chairs were mismatched, the windows smudged, and the smell of warm bread hung in the air. It felt familiar in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.Dylan was already there when I arrived, standing near the count

Kelly's POV The next day, I was settling into my chair, shrugging my bag off my shoulder as I got into the office, when Claire appeared beside my desk with a thin folder in her hand. She didn’t announce herself, she simply stood there until I looked up. “This just came in,” she said, placing the folder neatly in front of me.I glanced at the cover, and on it was written New York, two days, and there were meetings stacked tightly, the way Michael preferred them when he wanted no room for distraction.My stomach dipped, then steadied. “Am I going?” I asked, keeping my voice even.Claire’s lips curved into something that looked like a smile if you didn’t examine it too closely. “That is the initial plan.”She tapped the folder once, as if emphasizing the word initial.“Make sure everything turns out well,” she added.There was nothing different in her tone, but something in her eyes was firmer than usual, watchful and measuring. I couldn’t tell if it was directed at my work or at me.

Kelly's POV I woke up gasping, my hand clutching at my chest like the air had been taken from the room while I slept. And for a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was. The dark pressed in, unfamiliar, and heavy. Then the outline of my ceiling came into focus. The faint streetlight slipped through the curtains, and the low hum of the city outside my window. I was in my apartment, lying in my bed, and it was morning. I lay there, breathing slowly, deliberately, waiting for my pulse to stop racing. The dream didn’t fade the way dreams usually did when you woke up, instead it clung to me. The image of Michael underwater, his eyes searching for something, his grip tightening, and the weight pressing down on both of us, stayed sharp and uncomfortable in my mind. The dream hadn’t been romantic, it hadn’t even been emotional in a way I could name easily, it had been suffocating. Like watching someone drown and realizing too late that you were being pulled under with the