Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire Is Entangled: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Serena’s POVDay three.The agreement had been no New York until day three. It was something Mia had done with remarkable discipline for two days straight, and something I knew took a lot out of her because, unlike the rest of us, Mia didn't shy away from emotions.But it was day three now and Mia uncorked some wine on the balcony just as the sun was setting and said, “Okay. Tell me.”And I looked out at the ocean where the sun was making that particular move it always made at this time. Where the light was golden and horizontal and the last warm breaths of the day stretched thin and flat across everything like a blanket. I'd watched it for ten minutes now, and something in my chest was loosening up each of those ten minutes.“Tell me what?” I asked, all casual, although I know damn well what."The Damien situation," Mia said, her patience running out precisely how she meant for it to. "Which, by the way, actually has a name. Like, a real name. The man who is drooling over your Instag

Serena’s POVI did not see him coming.I was at the hotel bar with Connor; it was still day five of the vacation, late afternoon, the light going golden through the outdoor lounge, and we were having an easy conversation.We both enjoyed each other’s company for those couple of hours. We were talking about cities. I had been telling him about New York in November, which I loved with the particular love you have for things that are difficult: the cold, the way the light changed, and the way the city stopped pretending to be soft.I had a drink in my hand and was laughing at something.I did not see him come through the hotel entrance.But what I felt first was the shift: the way the air in a room changes when something significant enters it, a subtle pressure change, the kind your body registers before your eyes do. I turned.He was standing at the edge of the outdoor lounge, staring at my clothing.While he was in a suit, he had come directly from the jet; I realized later he had not

He stopped suddenly, leaving me gasping and my body teetering on the edge of climax. He stood up, wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand. His gaze was focused on mine, dark and merciless."Not yet," he said in a low voice that vibrated with power as he kissed me slightly so that I could taste the amount of moisture in me. "You're not coming this easy. Not after ignoring me for so long."He unfastened his belt with a click of the metal buckle, the noise piercing the silent atmosphere of the room. He freed his hard and thick cock, its tip covered with fluid that indicated how aroused he was. He touched his dick briefly with his hand without diverting his gaze from mine. "Want this? Want me to fuck you?"Serena nodded eagerly, her hips bucking unconsciously in search of the contact he refused to provide. "Yes, please, Damien.""Beg for it," he instructed as he walked between my legs. He ran his hard cock along the edge of my slick entrance, covering it with my wetness but refusin

 The words floated in the air like a rock. I blinked, wondering whether I had misheard him. I thought he was going to tell the punch line, tell me the joke, but his face was set and burning with feverish determination. "What!" I exclaimed, my breath catching in my throat. "Marry me," he repeated with increasing confidence, his voice rolling with the same assurance he used to close multi-million-dollar deals. "Think about it, Serena. The tabloids are already looking for something. They can smell blood in the water with Zara. But if we... but if we do it, we will give them all. We will be able to control the situation. We will get married, and instead of slow rounds of scandals, which will go on for months, we will show them the headline. The CEO and the assistant. Scandalous marriage. It's a show. They'll eat it and move

New York received me the way it always did ; without ceremony, in the middle of doing something else. Damien had texted me asking if he should send a ride to pick me up from the airport, I had said no. The cab from JFK moved through the familiar route, the expressway and then the bridge and then the grid of it settling around me like something I had been away from and was now inside again, and I felt the particular feeling of a city that did not care about your vacation because it knew you would go back to whatever you were running from.  I was back. I was also, I understood as I sat in the back of the cab watching the city go by, different in some specific way from the person who had gotten on the plane a week