All Chapters of The Billionaire Is Entangled: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Several minutes passed before Damien reappeared. From the look on his face, I could tell that whatever his father wanted to say was not important enough to affect his mood.His eyes caught mine immediately. “Ready?”I nodded.Without saying anything else, we went outside. The car ride was quiet. It was not a comfortable silence anymore.I could almost feel the question hanging in the air between us.I should have told him.It was obvious.As we pulled to a stop at a red traffic light, he finally glanced at me. "You were going to tell me about the investor?"I swallowed. "Yes.""When?""Tonight.""Why didn't you tell me sooner? You had five days.""I know," I replied."You met him?""Yes.""And you agreed to his terms?"I nodded. "And you're signing tomorrow?""Yes."“You are signing tomorrow and at this time you still haven’t told me?” His face was hard as he focused on the road ahead of him.“Like I said earlier, I was going to tell you tonight.”He looked at me for a few seconds bef

I had protected her from all sorts of threats for months and done everything for her safety without expecting anything in return. I had investigated the threats and increased security measures, staying up nights when she slept so that I could make sure nothing happened to her.But now she was sitting beside me saying that she didn't ask me to do anything.Maybe she didn't.But this didn't make the phrase easier to hear."I know," I replied quietly.She obviously understood the meaning of the words, but she didn't apologize.Instead, she lowered her gaze to look at her own hands."I can't reject every opportunity you don't like.""I'm not telling you to.""You're telling me to reject Conrad.""Yes.""Why? Why aren't you giving me the explanation?""Because I told you that I know him.""That's not enough."I looked at her. "Why?""Because you're asking me to trust your judgment, but you're not telling me the information I need to make it."I stared at her. "So you don't trust my judgmen

His lips were on my neck, kissing and nibbling me there.This time the effect was so stunning, but not giving myself any time to recover from it, he attacked my mouth with his own. His mouth devoured mine, his teeth brushed my bottom lip harshly enough to sting, and an electric current surged from his mouth all the way down to my clit. The taste of whisky that he drank at his parents' house and the raw desire emanating from him were lingering. I grabbed him by his shoulders, sinking my fingers into the soft material of his suit jacket. I brought him closer to me, wanting more and more, because there was something in me that was burning and this man was setting it on fire.His hands abandoned my waist and traveled downwards, touching my dress, which should protect me and yet, when he touched it, it made me feel like a naked girl. His rough hand pulled up the hem of my dress, exposing my legs to the chilly air of the hallway as my dress pooled at my hips. But once the first sensation o

We stayed that way for a while, neither of us said anything.I still lay in his embrace, with my head resting on his chest, when the idea flashed in my mind again.Conrad Hale.I lifted my head. "We still have to talk about him."Damien looked down at me. "I know.""You're still angry," I pointed out."I am.""So am I."His eyebrow lifted a little.I nearly smiled. "Don't look so surprised.""I thought we'd made our peace.""We did.""Then why are you still angry?""Because you still haven't told me why you don't want me to accept his money."He became silent.I watched him as his expression changed.Immediately, I sensed that there was more. "You know something," I said."I know him.""You've said that before.""And I meant it.""But you haven't told me what happened between you two," I probed. I wasn’t one to settle for half answers, he of all people should know that.He looked away from me.I sat up. "Damien."He rubbed his hand across his face. "There's one more thing you should k

Damien's POVI didn't sleep. Not because I couldn't. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw Serena standing at my door, her eyes filled with tears, asking me to give her some time to be alone.I had given her the chance to go away. It was the hardest thing I had done all night.I held my phone on the bedside table.No messages.No calls.But I grabbed my phone nevertheless, I drafted a message, apologizing and telling her what I did was out of love. My hand hovered at the send button but instead, I deleted it.She needed space.I would give it to her, but she would recognize that I did it for her.I returned the phone to the table.And after five minutes, I picked it up again, but I did not know what to send to her or what to do.My hand ran over my face, out of exhaustion.I was not sorry for helping her, I was only sorry for the method I used.But I was a businessman, and I knew that if she would really see who would invest in the sovereign and not take almost everything, it would b