All Chapters of The Billionaire Is Entangled: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Serena’s POVMia arrived at the office on Wednesday to take me to lunch.She did this occasionally, swept in with the energy of a small natural disaster, signed in at the front desk with cheerful confidence. My friend is full of confidence, she is someone who knows she can add chaos to someone’s afternoon and has made peace with that.She appeared at my desk like a gift that had not been requested.“Ready?” she asked, dropping into the chair beside my desk that was technically for professional visitors. “Because I found a ramen place two blocks over that a food blog described as life-changing and I’ve been thinking about it since breakfast.”I know her for her love for food; she loves food so much that she sometimes influences me into that. However, she eats a lot and she wouldn't add weight. I don’t know how she does it, but when I eat close to what she eats, my face is swollen and if I keep on, I add weight. Which I don’t want to.“I would just finish this,” I said, my eyes still on

Friday was a very busy day, I had a lot on my table, so I even forgot to have lunch, and when Beth from the PR department had left the boss’s office, it was already 7pm yet I still had workload on my desk.Even the boss had not come out from his office since he went in in the morning.At 9 PM I went to submit the file I was working on. By this time, the building was usually quiet, occupied only by cleaning staff and colleagues who had accepted working late on a Friday wasn’t a big deal.I knocked on his door. “It’s open," I heard him say, his voice sounded hoarse and tired. This was the first time I was working late but he had worked late on several occasions since I arrived, I just never pegged him for someone who gets tired.Silly me, but he’s such a relentless workaholic.He wasn't at his desk, he was seated at the big sofa chair in his office, jacket gone, sleeves rolled to the elbows, macbook and three files open simultaneously on the coffee table, and a glass of something amber-

Damien’s POV I noticed it on a Monday. Not her specifically; I had been noticing her specifically for weeks, which was a problem on ita own but  i was managing. This was different. This was me sitting in a board presentation about the Portland acquisition and registering, somewhere around the twenty-minute mark, that I had not heard a single word in the last four minutes because I had been thinking about the way Serena’s lap had felt to my touch. I thought about our conversation this morning. I asked her a question, it had not even been an interesting question. Routine. I had asked her to pull the Aldridge follow-up and she had said it was already in my email with a three-line summary of the key points because she had anticipated I would need it, and the way

The venue was a popular high-end hotel uptown; booking private rooms in such places does not come cheap. I wondered how Callie was able to afford this despite the financial situation we were in. I had known it would not be small, yet I wondered. Callie had never in her life hosted anything small.Mia and I walked to the reception to ask for the direction to the private room Callie had earlier sent to me. We both walked to the elevator and I pressed the button for the 30th floor while Mia was busy taking selfies.We got to the number of the room given to us, I knocked and someone opened the door for us. It is a big private room; I looked around the private room as I secretly counted, and what I got was forty people, including a bartender who would be, as Mia had predicted, stingy.The party was not small.“This is not going to be a small gathering,” Mia said, mirroring my thoughts, looking around.Mia had handled this by bringing her own flask, which she kept in her clutch with calm p

The moment her lips touched mine, the silence inside my head shattered. Every coherent thought scattered like glass struck by a bullet, replaced by the deafening sound of my heartbeat, I could feel in every inch of my body. Nothing existed beyond the impossible softness of her mouth against mine. I have a clear understanding of what was going on and I know the right thing to do in this situation, considering that I pride myself on the discipline of doing the right thing at the right time, which means I was supposed to move away from the kiss, yet.I stayed where I was.She tilted her head, just slightly. The motion was small but it caught me.It wasn’t a gentle exploration. It was a collision, a heart-wrenching kiss born of desperation and a hunger that had been suppressed for far too long. She surged down to meet me, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me down to her with a force that looked like violence.For a split second, I froze, caught off guard by