All Chapters of Chasing Sensations: The Billionaire's Game: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

–Ariana–~Panic flashes through me for a second before I remember this is what I wanted.The disbelief currently written all over Nathan’s face, the hurt, the anger, the way he looks like he’s been punched directly in the chest, all of it is exactly what I imagined when I agreed to this arrangement with Calvin.The way my body reacted a minute ago, however, was not part of the plan.“Nathan, has nobody ever taught you how doors work?” I ask, straightening and only fully relaxing when Calvin steps back. “You knock before entering someone's office. Especially your boss’s.”Calvin stares at me when I say that, smirking as he circles the desk and drops into the chair behind it.His chair now.The sight visibly hits Nathan. His face is already flushed but somehow manages to darken further. A part of me starts to feel bad but I catch myself.“What were you two—”“Why are you here?” I cut him off, pulling on my most nonchalant expression despite my pulse still kicking violently in my chest.

ARIANA~Nathan keeps weaving through the crowd, his eyes fixed on us with the sort of determination that makes my stomach tighten.Beside me, Calvin doesn’t so much as glance in his direction. Of course, he wouldn’t. He already knew this was coming, and the curl of his lips tells me he’s enjoying my reaction.“Don’t look so nervous.”“I’m not nervous.” I very much am. I feel like a child who has been caught stealing candy. I know I shouldn’t feel that way because I don’t owe Nathan any transparency, but despite everything, my mind has yet to catch up.“Hm.” The irritating sound comes along with a knowing look.Nathan is only a few steps away when the sharp ring of metal against crystal cuts cleanly through the room.Clink. Clink. Clink.Conversations fade one by one until silence settles over the penthouse.“If I could have everyone’s attention.” Every head turns toward Danny Rothwell, standing near the fireplace with a champagne flute in one hand and a dessert spoon in the other.At

-Calvin-~I leave the Rothwell residence three hours after the luncheon ends, long after everyone else has gone, because Danny made sure he introduced me to the three of his sons present.With his eldest son’s mayoral campaign about to kick off, he’s doing as much as he can to gain major support.Only, Kessler is forty-three and painfully dependent on good PR, but I’ll give Danny this—he never stops betting on him.My car rolls to a stop before Bearman’s curb. It’s a high-end bar and nightclub situated downtown. Ambrose had bought and refurbished it nearly a year ago and it has become the one place I get to comfortably lounge without worrying about the walls having ears.I exit the car and hand the keys to the valet as I head towards the entrance. It’s a little past seven yet, luxury cars already line up by the curb.A sight, which according to Ambrose, means great business.Inside, heavy bass bounces off the walls with bodies moving in sync on the dancefloor. I head towards the priv

~Assistant?What happened to just delivering paperwork, Ariana? I wonder internally as stunned as can be after the words have made meaning of themselves. I hadn’t intended to say that. There has to be something about Calvin that makes me lose my wit to impulse.I hate it, but as the words start to settle, I find that there’s a bit of sense in them. If I have concerns about Calvin, I might as well have them while looking him in the face and what better way to do that than having access to his works and schedule daily?That’s a slight win for impulse.Slight, because there’s another problem Calvin seems to have identified at the same time I do, and from the look in his eyes, finds it fitting—proximity.Yeah… no. “Temporarily, of course.” I say, hoping that wipes off the smile growing across his face.It doesn’t.The smile stays on his face as his hand drops from his jaw to his tie. He tugs it twice before dragging it loose.My eyes linger on the movement a little longer than they shoul

“If it makes you feel any better, Mom, I called Father Duncan. He’s coming to the house tomorrow to bless it.”Ambrose had tried to calm his mother down just before we climbed into the car to leave Connecticut.Jon’s wedding was one of a kind. His bride and her family were even more so. They launched into spells and eerie chants right after the priest delivered his sermon, leaving the Clemons deeply scarred and already looking ahead to next fall. Which, in Clemons terms, means the beginning of the end, and eventually his sixth divorce.For all their grievances, they don’t realize this one seems different. Jon adores his witch bride like a hippie loves drugs, so next year might be very disappointing—and for entirely ironic reasons.By the time we’re out of Connecticut, the rain that kept us there for another two hours has eased into a drizzle, but Manhattan is sitting beneath a sky just as grey.We’re back in the city fifteen minutes past four, and the restaurant originally reserved fo