Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Unwritten Promises: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Twenty minutes later, the kitchen was a disaster zone.By "help," Sean meant sitting in his wheelchair, acting as the self-appointed "Quality Control Manager," while Leo and I did the actual work. I had put a little flour on Leo's nose, which made him giggle, and in retaliation, Sean had scooped up a handful of flour and lightly tossed it at my backside as I bent over to open the oven."Sean!" I shrieked, spinning around, covered in a puff of white powder."My hand slipped!" he insisted, holding up his hands in mock surrender, though he was laughing so hard his shoulders shook, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "The muscle spasms are quite unpredictable today, darling!""You are going to sleep in the guest house if you don't behave," I threatened, throwing a chocolate chip at his chest, which he expertly caught in his mouth, giving me a wink that made my stomach do a wild, dizzying flip.I motioned to the maid to finish cleaning the rest of the kitchen and told the chef what's for br

For the next few days, the silent warfare between my internal territorial instincts and my external professionalism raged on. I refused to give Sean the satisfaction of seeing me jealous, but the universe seemed entirely determined to test the absolute limits of my sanity.It started with the high-profile brand pictorial.Even confined to a sleek, black wheelchair, the man looked infuriatingly, devastatingly gorgeous. The stylist had decided to lean into the "rugged, wounded hero" aesthetic, styling Sean in a pair of loose, dark designer trousers and nothing else. No shirt. Just his broad shoulders, his perfectly sculpted torso, and the neat white bandages wrapping his healing ribs, which somehow only made him look more like a dangerous, breathtaking action star.I sat at the production table with my laptop, pretending to be deeply engrossed in budget spreadsheets, while the camera flashbulbs went off in rapid succession. Every time he shifted, the studio lights caught the sharp def

Sean’s voice had dropped. The playful, teasing lilt was gone, replaced by a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to bypass my ears and rattle straight down to my bones.I froze, still crouched on the carpet, clutching the papers to my chest like a shield. I slowly looked up.He had leaned forward. His elbows were resting on his knees, his hands clasped together, bringing his face incredibly close to mine. His dark eyes weren't sparkling with mischief anymore; they were heavy, burning with an intensity that made the oxygen in the pressurized cabin feel suddenly very thin."Say it," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips before rising back to lock onto my eyes. "So I could get you to kiss me? Because if memory serves, Mrs. McGregor, you didn't exactly fight the law of gravity. You held on.""I was trying not to suffer a concussion from your incredibly expensive mahogany coffee table," I shot back, though my voice lacked its usual sharp, defensive edge. It sounded breathy. Soft. Expose

We fell onto the double bed in the center of the suite, a tangled, desperate mess of limbs and fabric. The bickering, the months of agonizing restraint, the fear of losing him—it all combusted into a wild, untamed fire. I helped him tug his sweater over his head, my hands instantly spreading across the hard, beautifully sculpted planes of his bare chest, tracing the faint, fading shadows of his bruised ribs. He let out a low, rough groan at the touch of my cool hands on his burning skin, his hands moving to the hem of my sweater.In minutes, the rest of our clothes were discarded, scattered in a careless heap on the floor.When Sean settled his heavy, powerful body between my thighs, the sheer, overwhelming reality of our closeness made my breath catch. He looked down at me, his dark eyes blown out, gleaming with a mixture of raw, primal desire and a deep, aching tenderness that made my eyes prickle with tears."I love you, Lyka," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leane

He rose slightly on his elbows, looking down at me. The bright California sun streamed through the sheer curtains, illuminating the sharp, gorgeous lines of his face, the dark intensity in his eyes, and the messy, bed-ruffled state of his hair. He reached down and slowly slipped my reading glasses off my face, setting them on the nightstand with a quiet click."I've spent a year watching you slide those glasses up your nose, looking at me like I was just a difficult line on your schedule," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips. "No more glasses. No more clipboards. Just me and you.""I was doing my job," I whispered, my heart doing a wild, happy flutter."Well, your job description has officially changed," he said, a slow, breathtakingly sexy smirk spreading across his lips. "You've been promoted to full-time wife. And the benefits are exceptional."I let out a breathless laugh, but it was cut short as his mouth claimed mine again. This time, there was no rush, no urgency of a ti