All Chapters of Secrets From My Billionaire Ex: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“No.” It’s one word, but I put as much feeling into it as I can without daring to move a millimeter. Not trusting myself when I’m being not only consumed by TK’s presence but actually cocooned by his body.“Because.” He continues on like I didn’t speak, pulling one hand from my back to take hold of the hair that was hanging over my shoulder.I clench my eyes shut and dig my fingernails into my palms to try to distract myself from the feeling of TK’s mouth as he drags his lips through my hair until his warm breath pulses against my ear.“Whenever I call you Sparks, I see your pupils dilate and your nipples harden. I see the goose bumps dot your arms. But most of all . . .” He stops talking but doesn’t let up. No, instead, he traces the line of my ear with his tongue, nipping at my earlobe when he reaches it. “I see the way you squeeze your thighs together, trying to find the relief you’ve been craving since I saw you in the parking lot.”Could he be more infuriating? The cocky, sexy je

“ANSWER, ANSWER, ANSWER,” I WHISPER INTO THE RECEIVER AS my ear and I pace back and forth in my room.This is the third attempt I’ve made to call TK since I left HERS. I know he’s busy and my new waitressing gig isn’t the most exciting news in the world, but after blowing off sending me Brynn’s number last night and not responding to my texts or answering my calls, I’m getting a complex. I’ve been racking my mind, going over what we said before he left, wondering if I did or said anything to piss him off. But I can’t think of anything.“Yo,” TK answers just before I give up hope and hit the End button.“Hey!” I say, and cringe at the volume of my voice. I haven’t even started at HERS yet and I feel like Brynn’s already rubbing off on me.“What are you doing?”“Leaving meetings from this morning’s practice, about to grab some lunch before more meetings and more practice.” There is something off with his tone. He seems almost annoyed to be on the phone with me. The knot in my stomach ti

IT DOESN’T TAKE LONG BEFORE TWO PERFECTLY MAINTAINED FIEus. The steady hum of noise grows into a roar, and we’re specks in the middle of a sea of blue and orange. Navy blue helmets with an orange stripe down the center bob around in groups spread across the fields. Wearing full pads and uniforms, the players are ready to put on a show for the thousands of fans who braved the traffic and heat to catch a glimpse of their favorite athletes.Ace’s steps stutter beside me as we approach the set of cement stairs leading down to the madness.Sensing his nerves starting to take over, I squeeze his hand in mine.“You ready?”“I guess so.” The enthusiasm he’s been toting around for the last week is almost completely diminished, which means one thing—I have to act like an actual grown-up and ease his fears, even though I feel like throwing up or running away . . . or maybe both.“Then move it, Parker.” I walk down the steps, pulling him with me.“Which way are we going to go?”Please say left.

But it’s his jersey and shoulder pads in his hands, leaving his chest and abs exposed, keeping me tongue-tied. I don’t know if he really has no clue what he looks like topless or if he’s messing with me to get a reaction, but I don’t think I could summon the energy to care either way. He’s not flexing, yet his abs are on full display. All six, hell, maybe eight of them carved out of stone underneath his tan skin glistening with the sweat of a hardworking man. Covered by just a sprinkling of chest hair trailing off under the waistband of his pants settled so low on his hips, the sexy V of his is summoning me to the promised land.All in all, he’s a freaking masterpiece.“Sienna,” he says, his voice shaking with laughter. “My eyes are up here.”“Yeah.” I glance up at him, not even a tiny bit ashamed to be caught ogling him. “But the rest of you is down here.”“Well.” He steps in closer, letting his equipment fall to the ground behind him. “Can’t say I’m not happy you’re enjoying the vie

“HI, MISS JANE!” ACE CALLS OUT AS HE DARTS PAST HER AND RUN stairs leading to the Mustang practice fields.This journey out to Dove Valley almost made the mayhem of yesterday fade away.Almost.There is still a big crowd and more than one drunk idiot stumbling across the street, but the masses didn’t come out in full force this evening. Plus, knowing where to park kept my stress levels from rising above a four.“I take it he enjoyed himself yesterday?” Jane asks with a smile that makes her already kind face even warmer.“You could say that,” I say. “You could also say it was the absolute best day of his life, which is what he’s told anybody who’d listen to him for the past twenty-four hours.”“That’s just wonderful.” She tucks her clipboard under her arm and claps. “What about you? Did you have fun?”I think for a minute before answering, “I did.” I tell her the truth and I’m still a little surprised by my answer.Jane’s smile is smaller this time, but there’s understanding and quiet