All Chapters of The Billionaire Is Entangled: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

 Saturday arrived before I had finished deciding what to do with it, it was the first Saturday in a while that I would really have time to myself. I had been busy the past Saturdays, but today while waiting for the text from Damien, I had the time to think about two occurrences. One was about the drink that messed me up at Carrie's party.Two was about the man I had been seeing in the shadows, the one I think might be following me if I weren't delusional. I had two drinks, majorly one, because the other one, I barely took more than a sip; however, the first drink was handed to me by Callie herself. Thinking about it now, she had the drink in her hand when she came to meet me.If it was meant for me, does that mean my sister spiked

 He offered that we both go in his car. We got to his Aston Martin, his driver wanted to come down to open the door, but he signaled for him not to worry. He helped me open the door and helped me in before settling in himself.During the drive, none of us were speaking to the other. I had already started thinking about the reasons I needed to end this, whatever it is, and ending it was the best approach, so I told myself.What was a priority to me was The Sovereign and a tarnished reputation would not allow me to build back that hotel to what I would want it to be.We arrived at his penthouse around 9pm, I realized this was my first time there. The elevator opened directly into the apartment and the city is through the floor-to-ceiling windows and it is extraordinary. I stood in the entrance for a momen

Each word he said was punctuated with hard, intense thrusts that jolted my entire body. I raked my fingernails helplessly along the paint on the wall in an attempt to brace myself. The pleasure was so intense that it verged on pain along with the strength of his claim on me. I felt every inch of him claiming me with each thrust into me. He led me to the bed."Damien," I cried, saying his name as though it were a prayer. "It's… it's too much.""No," he said firmly, holding onto the braids of my hair and forcing my head backward. The stinging sensation in my scalp caused tears to fill up in my eyes. "You can take it. You're going to take all of me."He didn't slow down or stop. On the contrary, his rhythm only got faster. The bed creaked due to the intensity of his movements, but he held me in position, bending me in half, pleasuring my body like it was nothing more than an object to relieve his sexual tension. His positioning meant that he was able to penetrate deeply inside me and gri

Callie’s POVWednesday morning, I was in bed with my boyfriend. We had just woken up when I asked him for a favor.“Anything for you, baby,” he replied, giving me a kiss on my cheek.“I need you to call someone for me." I hand a paper over to him. "This is the script, this is what you will say to her," I said sweetly.He glanced at the script for some minutes before asking for the phone number.I trusted that he wouldn’t ask questions, that’s how he is. I handed him a burner phone, the number was already dialed in. "This is the phone you would use, you can dial the number when you are ready. The reward I would give you depends on how well you put this up.”He smiled foolishly, he was one foolish boy but I know he would do whatever I want, so what else do I want?I asked him to put it on a loud speaker.“Hello, Miss Holloway, this is John Gilbert from Gilbson Property Investment Group." He said into the phone, his voice sounding smooth and professional.“Hello, Mr. Gilbert. I have not

Monday in the office was a performance.I was trying to act strong, act like everything is okay.He noticed. I could tell he must have noticed because he was that kind of person, he noticed when things had changed. I wasn’t my usual self, I wasn’t paying attention.My head wasn’t in the game.At four PM he appeared in his doorway.“Come in,” he said.I did not even look up at him, I just went in and sat. I arranged my notepad.“What’s wrong? ” he questioned.“Nothing’s wrong.” I replied curtly.He looked at me with thin patience, he was probably used to getting answers immediately after he asked and didn't accept incomplete information. “Try that again.”“I have a personal matter I’m handling,” I said carefully. “It’s not affecting my work.”“I didn’t ask about your work.”I met his eyes. “I know. I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Can you give me that?”He looked at me for a long moment. Something moved across his face, like he was trying to push me but was holding back, I could see