All Chapters of Dating The City's Biggest Playboy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Natasha Whitmore's pov“Go to hell , Ryan Cole,” I whispered. Then louder, because the empty street didn’t care. “Gosh...To hell with your perfect smile and your impossibly good cock! You cheating jerk!.....” My voice cracked. I pressed the heel of my hand hard against my chest, as if I could shove the pain back inside before it spilled out in front of strangers.I sank onto the bench. The metal bit through the thin fabric of my pencil skirt. My other shoe was still on. I didn’t take it off. I just sat there in the rain crying like a pathetic loser with one foot bare, toes curling against the wet concrete, and let the memory slam into me again.This morning in his office. I’d been smiling when I walked in with a stupid, hopeful smile.I was holding the contract folder clutched to my chest like a prize. Because of six weeks of late nights, three ridiculously expensive flights, a hundred carefully worded emails....all of it leading to this. I wanted that position as director of operat

Natasha Whitmore's pov Grandpa Alex gave my shoulder one last light pat, then turned and left the office, he said something about a bingo game. I honestly wished he stayed longer. I watched as the door clicked shut behind him. Silence settled between us. I could feel myself struggling to breathe. Daniel didn’t move from behind the desk. He simply stared at me, those winter steel eyes moving over the damp coat, the ruined makeup, the single shoe still on my foot as if cataloguing every reason I didn’t belong here. I knew that face. I had seen it on every business magazine cover for the past three years...the city’s most eligible, most untouchable bachelor. Cold, ruthless. A man who collected women the way other men collected watches and discarded them just as easily. He didn’t believe in love. The interviews said so. The gossip columns screamed it. He rose slowly, rounding the desk with unhurried steps until he stood close enough that I had to tilt my head back. “What cheap tri

Natasha Whitmore's pov I chose the simplest dress I bought that morning.. it was a black, high necked sheath that covered everything and revealed almost nothing. No deep neckline, no slit. The opposite of the women Daniel was photographed with. I pinned my hair into a low twist, applied the barest makeup, and told myself the plan did not require looking like them. It required control.Daniel was already waiting when the car stopped at the gala entrance. He stood beneath the canopy in a black tuxedo, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable...until his eyes landed on me. They stayed there. Longer than politeness required. Longer than indifference should have allowed.“You look beautiful,” he said when I reached him.The words landed so unexpectedly that heat rushed straight to my face. I felt the flush rise and hated how quickly it showed.“Thank you,” I managed.He offered his arm. “I have a surprise for you tonight.”I took it, mind already racing. A surprise. From the man who h

Natasha Whitmore's pov The car was quiet for a while. I didn't want to ask about grandpa Alex and spike this man's horrible temper. After all, I owed him a lot. His jacket still rested around my shoulders, warm and heavy, smelling faintly of expensive cologne . We were completely alone, and somehow, I felt terrified. More of myself. I didn't trust my thoughts about this walking Greek god. I let my body sink deeper into the seat on purpose, making myself smaller, more fragile. My cheek still throbbed where Ryan had struck me. The bandage on my arm felt tight and foreign, and every time the car turned I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep from wincing. I kept my voice soft, a little frayed at the edges, the way I knew would pull at whatever protective instinct he had shown at the hospital. Somehow, seeing me vulnerable triggered something out of him. “I didn’t think the night would end like that,” I murmured, eyes lowered to my hands. One of them was still faintly staine

Natasha Whitmore's pov "No, she is mine. My woman and mine to control" Ryan demanded, pointing at Daniel. I almost laughed at the audacity. My woman? "Your woman?" Daniel repeated, raising an eyebrow. His voice was calm, but there was something cold beneath it. "I must have missed the part where she agreed to that." Ryan's face twisted. "This has nothing to do with you." "Really?" Daniel glanced at his hand resting on my waist before looking back at Ryan. "Because from where I'm standing, it seems to have everything to do with me." "Natasha, tell him you don't want him." Ryan ignored Daniel and looked straight at me. His eyes searched my face, as though he expected me to give in the moment he spoke. "Let's go home, we shall talk properly." I stared at him for a moment, wondering whether he had hit his head somewhere. "Home?" I repeated. "You mean the home you shared with my best friend while I was working myself to exhaustion to build a future with you?" His expression fli