Semua Bab The Billionaire Is Entangled: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The hard ridge of his cock pressed against my stomach through the layers of our clothes. The evidence of why we were here, defying everything that was going to happen outside that room.He pressed me into the sofa with his weight. The sight of Damien, who was the master of boardrooms and million-dollar deals, in my tiny space gave a shiver of delight directly in my core. He touched my thighs with his palms, raising my skirt up and taking my panties down.I looked him in the eye when he was getting closer to my cunt. "Damien," I whispered his name.He didn't utter anything but bent lower, putting his lips on my wet and aching pussy. His tongue licked my slit, driving mindless moans out of me. I was panting and grabbing his shoulders in order to balance because of this incredible pleasure.His tongue penetrated deeper, lapping at my clit with an intense pressure that made sparks of sensation course up my spine. I writhed against the cushions of the couch, my legs quivering around as the

Vivianne's jaw was set. "You are making a decision that affects…"I was already done trying to avoid interrupting her. "I know what it affects." My voice was still measured. The most alarming thing was that I still haven’t given a great deal of thought to this thing, probably because I was scared of what thinking about this would reveal to me, but one thing I know for sure is if being with anybody would affect what I want with Serena, then I would rather not be with that person. More convinced now, I said, "You raised me to know what I want and go after it. I want her. I've been clear about this with myself. I'd like you to be clear about it too."My mother looked at me for a long time. The morning light was coming through the glass at an angle that caught the silver at her temples. "We are not done here, and what I say is final. Your father would not support you in this," she said.Everyone knows my father listens to her, that is what she’s banking on."We are done," I said. "And the

It was a week that took place in a pocket of time that didn't quite seem like either of our realities.And I still hadn't told him what his mother had said when she visited the office. The office was professional. So were my desk and my blazer and my tone of voice. Everything about the forty-third floor was professional and then, after work, I went to his penthouse and everything turned back into the unprofessional mess I needed.Twice he tried to cook. The second time was terrible, a failed attempt at the recipe for my nanny's rice that had me laughing so hard I fell into the kitchen counter while he stood there with a spoon and a look of sheer joy that made me laugh even more. He ate the bad rice without saying a word. So did I, because it was, as I told him, the worst I'd ever been served in my life."I will learn," he said."I'll believe it when I see it," I retorted."Give me time," he said.And I said nothing at all. I simply raised my fork.That entire week, he behaved in such

Mia’s POVSeven o'clock came and went.I knew something was wrong.I was standing in the Sovereign’s lobby, watching Gerald glance at his watch for the third time in twenty minutes. That meant he was tracking the time too. Neither of us said it aloud, but we were thinking the same thing.I called Serena again.Straight to voicemail.The fourth time.Serena never sent my calls to voicemail. Not mine. Not since we were nineteen and made that promise after one night, neither of us ever talked about again. If I called, she answered. If she couldn’t, she texted. Even a single period would have been enough.She never went silent.“She said she was leaving the office,” I said, lowering my phone. “Gerald, Midtown to here is twenty minutes even on a busy Friday. It’s been ninety.”Gerald folded his hands in front of him. He was calm, that's most probably because he had managed hotel crises for over three decades and understood that the worst thing you could do in the first few minutes was jump

Serena’s POVI was discharged at six in the morning.There is something unique about the hospital atmosphere before sunrise. The lighting in the corridors is always slightly too bright, nurses glide silently by, and the scent of antiseptics clings faintly to everything.I was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching my splinted wrist. My thoughts were circling around the ramp, about pressing the brake pedal, and about the terrifying pause of four silent seconds that ended with an ear-shattering noise.I remembered the last time I was in a hospital, it was to see my dad’s body. At that time, there was no Damien in my life. A lot had changed since my dad passed away.All night long, Damien remained at my bedside.He did not sleep. I know it for sure because I woke up four separate times, and each time he was sitting in a chair beside my bed.He was not reading anything.He was not playing on the phone.He was just present.Like he had realized that being beside me was the only helpful t