Share
Chapter 50
Related chapters
Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 51
Amaya's orgasms had, till now, been slowly coaxed from her, a learned thing, this gradual build-up as he taught her to let go, as he urged her on to lose her mind, herself, to new sensations. But this night in his bed, she was swept into a maelstrom of sensation that was as desperate and urgent as Chase’s fierce need.The shudder of him inside her was met with sweet beats of her own—it wasn’t sex, it was devotion, and the intensity of her orgasm startled her. Her hips moved frantically upwards to escape from the relentless throb of her body, but Chase was in instant pursuit, his last throes tipping her to a place there could be no coming back from—to true abandon, to utter trust.They slept together—the third night in his bed—and this time they truly slept together, coiled around each other in a fierce embrace that didn’t abate with sleep.*****Never did Chase just glance at his step-sister in the morning.He could never just accept that greeting and coffee without thought.He always
Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 52
"Amaya, um, I’m staying for a few days here." Chase walked into the bedroom, where Amaya lay on the bed, staring upwards. He could feel her pain and sense her confusion, and he could see the purple marks his fingers had left on her tender skin. He flinched inside but let nothing of his horror show on his face or in his voice. "You and Tommy should pack." Chase’s head inclined towards the wardrobe. "I’ll arrange the transport to my mansion, and I want you to cancel my diary for a week—I will stay on for a while. When you’re back, report to Justin. I already called him, and don't worry about the wedding; it's all handled, including the contract." And he reeled off his orders, spoke of nothing but work, and even managed to look her straight in the eyes as he did so.Amaya sighed. "Does it mean business as usual?" Amaya got his point—oh, she got the point, alright!"Yes. I'll take care of everything about our wedding. Just fit the wedding dress. And don't give me that tone! That was what
Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 53
Amaya just stared at him and raised her brow."Are you going to ask me in?" Chase eventually broke the silence. It took some effort. He had wanted to catch her by surprise and had been driven by sheer curiosity to see her somewhere—anywhere—that wasn’t to do with the office. Yes, they shared a house, but they seldom saw each other here. Not without them pretending to be a couple so in love in front of everyone here in the mansion.But he hadn’t expected this.This wasn’t the starchy woman who occupied her own inspiring range of suits in various shades of colour; this was a different woman altogether. It was the face of a sad and defeated woman.This was the woman he had glimpsed before; she looked happy, but he knew, deep inside, that she was alone and sad as hell.Oh yeah, it was all his fault. Like what happened in Greece, it was nothing but a mistake."What do you want?" She asked.She was in a pair of shorts and a small top, and her hair was long and tied back in a ponytail that s
Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 54
"How could I ever forget that?" she said with a tight, forced smile."You look as though you’ve swallowed a lime," Chase grinned."Fine, let's talk in the living room, or if you want something to drink, there’s an opened bottle of wine in the fridge, or you can make yourself tea or coffee. It’s your mansion kitchen. I’m sure you’ll be able to find what you need."With that, she swung round and headed to her bedroom, fuming at the way he had invaded her privacy, fuming at the way he saw fit to say exactly what happened to be on his mind, fuming at her evening, which she had neatly planned and which would now be spent in a state of edge-of-the-seat nervous tension.She went to her bedroom and gazed at her mutinous reflection in the mirror. Her colour was up. Her hair was not in the neat little bun he was accustomed to seeing. The ponytail was coming undone, and wisps of long brown hair trailed around her face. It was completely bare of make-up...She peered at the freckles, which had al
Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 55
The next day, the couple—Tommy and his nanny—arrived at the farmhouse mid-afternoon."Why is this place so empty?"Amaya’s head swivelled from side to side as she strolled up Hastings Street, the farmland's main thoroughfare, with Chase."It's noon, but see those small boutiques, cafés, inns, and small restaurants. This town almost rivals City in the trendy stakes, huh?"She nodded her head. "Yeah, almost."The city had a vibe all of its own, and she loved it. Coming here to find the town had turned hip and cosmopolitan was a nice surprise.Chase laid a hand on her arm, and she stopped, more startled by his touch than the mini-city’s transformation. "There is one thing we didn’t discuss the other night."Just one? She could think of several, including how platonic this marriage would be, where they would live, and how long they’d keep up the pretence. And that was just for starters."What’s that?""How long are you sticking around for?""What do you mean, sticking around?" she raised
Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 56
The next day, hating the surge of lust that made Amaya’s knees shake, she managed a mute nod while sending a silent prayer heavenward for strength. She had a feeling she’d need it to resist what the reformed bad boy had in mind for later.Amaya’s hand shook as she waved the mascara wand over her lashes, and she blinked several times, grateful she’d chosen the waterproof kind.She’d already been near tears twice, first when she’d opened the door to a gorgeous bouquet of frangipanis and then when she’d carefully hung her wedding dress encased in plastic on the back of the door.Chase had sent the flowers. His note had been brief.For my beautiful brideChase, xWhile the flowers were breathtaking, that one little x had her clutching them and burying her nose in their heady fragrance, her eyes filling to the brim.She wanted his kisses; she wanted him, and no matter how many times she told herself this wedding was a necessity to be free of her past, she knew when she walked up the aisle
Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 57
"It’s one of the hotel’s best. Not five stars, but this is a small town. Surely you understand that," Chase said and raised his brow at her. "The type of room that allows the occupants to step into a different world and lets all their fantasies come true!"Her head snapped up at his husky tone, her skin prickling in alarm at the basest desire glittering in his eyes."Nice try, Chase. Nice try!" Amaya said with annoyance.Oh, heck, why did he have to go and mention fantasies? It would’ve been hard enough resisting him without the added pressure of envisioning all sorts of inventive ways she could share a room with the hottest guy to walk the earth, possibly seeing him naked, his hair ruffled by sleep first thing in the morning, that sexy smile playing about his mouth..."Whatever this suite is, I’m sure the room will be fine. Either way, you are sleeping on the couch."Could she sound any lamer?"Oh, it’s better than fine. The couch is okay with me though."Amaya inhaled sharply, Chase
Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 58
To Amaya’s credit, she didn’t look away or take a step back.If he wanted to play, then she could play as well. She thought to herself. Knowing full well that either way, she wanted this to happen, and God knows, she was hoping for something from him too."Oh hell, Chase. You’re wrong. Nothing has gone to plan since Greece. I wondered what your plan was, because frankly, you made my head dizzy with all the unexpected, unplanned things you often do. This is not like you."The flicker of pain in her eyes hit him hard, and he dropped his hands. He gave her space, and she took it, putting enough distance between them for him to feel the loss.He sighed. "Tell me, Amaya, you don’t want to consummate this marriage as much as I do."There, he threw it out, knowing the firebrand she used to be would never back down from a challenge.However, the forlorn bride in a fancy dress staring wistfully out of the window was a far cry from the feisty girl he’d known, and the thought that he’d made her
Latest chapter
- Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 186- End of Book 4
- Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 185
- Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 184
- Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 183
- Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 182
- Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 181
- Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 180
- Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 179
- Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I Chapter 178
