Taming Sean Davis: Her Billionaire Biker Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Julian walked over to us without a word, slipping his arms under my knees and back to carefully lift me off the bike into a bridal carry. As he straightened up, he shot Sean a cold, disdainful shake of his head."Julian, wait, I...I was just..." I tried to explain, looking between him and Sean, but my voice stumbled over itself as I ended up completely stuttering out my apology. "I'm... I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to..."Julian cut me off with a sharp glare down at me. "Save it. You are on strict bed rest for the whole week."I giggled softly despite myself, looking over Julian's shoulder to give Sean an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Sean..."Julian scoffed loudly as he carried me toward the garage doors. "Why on earth are you apologizing to him? If he had any good intentions for you, he would have made you go back upstairs instead of letting you climb all over these bikes." He looked down at me, his jaw set as he added, "What if you fell?""I'm sorry, Sean," I called out over Julian'

Sean's POV "He's just my boss. I'm only enduring him..."My knuckles turned stark white against the leather of my steering wheel as I drove away from her house, back to my house, to my world, but her voice kept looping in my head, a raw, relentless blade cutting straight through the chest I’d spent years keeping locked tight."...he doesn't mean anything to me."I slammed my foot down on the gas, the engine roaring as the car shot down the empty highway. My throat burned. Every breath I pulled in felt like swallowing shattered glass, but no matter how fast I drove, I couldn't outrun the sound of her voice destroying me.I’d lied right to her face about a flooded pipe like a fucking idiot... It was such a stupid, desperate excuse just to stay in her space, but I did it. I’d spent nights stretched out on a guest bed that was too soft for me, lying awake in the dark just listening to the soft, steady rhythm of her breathing down the hall. Checking on her while she slept, making sure th

I slammed the elevator button, the metal doors sliding shut to lock me inside as the lift began its smooth, quiet ascent up to her floor."You're a fucking idiot, Sean," I muttered aloud into the empty cab, my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. "A pathetic, fucking idiot."I’d told myself I was done. I’d sat at my desk, stared at security reports, and swore I was walking away from her with whatever pride I had left. Yet here I was, stepping back onto her property less than twenty-four hours later like a dog crawling back for scraps.I reached into my coat pocket, my fingers wrapping around the cool metal of her flash drive and the worn leather of her notebook.I was only here to drop her stuff off. That was it. It was her private work, her personal property, and it wasn't mine to keep. She needed it. It might be important to her projects...if she was even still working for my company at all.A fresh wave of bitterness and anger hit my chest. Was she going to resign next? Or had Jul

The air vanished from my lungs. Every drop of color drained from my face as Sean’s eyes turned to pure ice, the muscle in his jaw clenching so hard it looked like it might crack. He didn’t move, but something about the way his entire body went still made the room feel even more tense. Then, slowly, he turned his head toward the door. The door opened, and Julian walked into the room. He stopped just inside, his eyes moving from Sean to me, taking in my damp hair, the towel clutched tightly against my chest, and the fact that Sean was standing in my bedroom when I had very clearly told him to leave. His expression hardened almost immediately. “Didn’t you hear her when she told you she wanted you to leave?” Julian asked. Sean’s gaze remained fixed on him, but before he could answer, Julian looked at me. His eyes swept over me once more, and whatever conclusion he came to clearly made his mood worse. “I leave you alone for one day,” Julian said, his voice cold and cutting, “one d

I was dreaming. I knew I was dreaming because Luca was there. He stood just a few feet away from me, looking exactly like himself. No hospital lights, no pale skin, no weakness. Just Luca, smiling at me with that familiar, stupid grin he always wore whenever he was about to mess with me. “Hey, Silly RiRi,” he said, his voice soft. My chest tightened. I couldn’t move my feet or step any closer to him, but I tried anyway, reaching out as far as I could. “Look at you, Chipmunk. You got another scar, didn’t you?” he chuckled, shaking his head. He kept talking after that. His lips moved, forming words, but no sound came out. I strained to hear him, leaning forward as hard as I could, but it was like watching a video on mute. He kept talking, staring right into my eyes, and his face grew more serious with every word I couldn’t hear. "What are you saying? Luca, I can't hear you..." He did not respond or even stop... Just continued to speak...I wanted to scream, but my throat wouldn’t op