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Falling For My Billionaire Ex Dinner Invitation
Susan I grabbed my planner from my office, trying to distract myself from the way my stomach churned after that elevator encounter. Why did Elliot always have the power to leave me so off balance? One look, one word, and my carefully constructed defenses crumbled like they were made of paper. I was walking back toward the elevator when I realized I’d left my pen on my desk. “Get it together, Susan,” I muttered to myself, turning back for the second time in five minutes. As I stepped into my office, I froze. On my desk was a small box with an elegant cream-colored envelope resting on top. My name was written in bold, confident strokes...Elliot’s handwriting. My pulse quickened as I picked up the envelope and slid my finger under the seal. Inside was a note, short and to the point: “Dinner. My treat. Friday at 7 PM. Don’t say no.... Elliot” I stared at the words, my emotions swirling into a confusing mix of anger, curiosity, and something I didn’t want to admit felt dangerously cl
Last Updated : 2025-01-15Falling For My Billionaire Ex The Presentation
ElliotThe morning buzz of the office was louder than usual as I made my way to the conference room for the team presentation. My assistant handed me a cup of coffee, rattling off the day’s schedule, but I barely registered her words.All I could think about was Susan.She hadn’t outright refused my dinner invitation last night, which I considered a win. Still, the look on her face when she left the lobby lingered in my mind...a mix of anger, confusion, and something deeper that I couldn’t quite place.By the time I reached the conference room, most of the team was already seated. Gerald stood near the screen, setting up the presentation, while Susan sat at the far end of the table, flipping through her notes.I couldn’t help but notice the way she stiffened slightly when I entered the room. Her eyes darted up for a brief moment, meeting mine before she quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in her work.Good. She was still thinking about me.“Good morning, everyone,” I said,
Last Updated : 2025-01-15Falling For My Billionaire Ex The Dinner
SusanBy the time I stepped into the café to meet Meera for lunch, my mind was still reeling from the whirlwind of the past twenty-four hours. Between Elliot’s new office power move and his cryptic dinner invitation, I felt like I was trapped in a game I hadn’t agreed to play.Meera was already at our usual table, sipping an iced coffee and scrolling through her phone. She looked up as I approached, a knowing smile spreading across her face.“Well, well, if it isn’t the queen of corporate chaos,” she teased, setting her phone down. “What’s the latest drama from Prescott Enterprises?”I rolled my eyes as I slid into the seat across from her. “You have no idea.”She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Try me.”I took a sip of water, stalling for time. “Let’s just say... Elliot Prescott is proving to be as infuriating as ever.”Meera’s eyebrows shot up. “What did he do this time? Don’t tell me he moved your desk to the broom closet.”“Worse,” I said, leaning back in my ch
Last Updated : 2025-01-15Falling For My Billionaire Ex Far From Over
ElliotI arrived at the restaurant early, which wasn’t like me. But tonight was different. I wanted to be prepared, to have the upper hand. Susan had a way of throwing me off balance lately, and I wasn’t about to let her do it again.The table I’d reserved was secluded, tucked away from prying eyes and distractions. As I sipped my scotch, I caught myself glancing at the entrance every few seconds, anticipating her arrival.When she finally walked in, I almost forgot to breathe.The dress was sleek, black, and impossibly elegant. It clung to her figure in a way that demanded attention, but it wasn’t just the dress...it was her. The way she carried herself, the quiet confidence in her stride, the way her eyes scanned the room like she owned it.For a moment, I couldn’t move.Then she saw me, and the spell broke.“You’re early,” she said as she reached the table, her voice calm and controlled, like she hadn’t just turned my entire evening upside down.“And you’re stunning,” I replied wit
Last Updated : 2025-01-15Falling For My Billionaire Ex Getting On My Nerves
SusanThe next morning, I walked into the office feeling more exhausted than I should have. I barely slept. The dinner with Elliot had gone better than expected, but it also left me in a whirlwind of emotions. He’d managed to get under my skin...again.I stepped into my new office and set my bag down, trying to shake off the memory of his lingering gaze when he’d said goodnight.The knock on the door startled me. Gerald poked his head in, his face already set in that impatient expression he always wore.“Ms. Hart, the Prescott team is ready for the presentation in the boardroom,” he said.I nodded, grabbing my laptop. “I’ll be there in a minute.”As soon as he left, I took a deep breath. Presentations were my thing; they didn’t faze me. But knowing Elliot would be sitting there, probably smirking like he always did, made my stomach churn.The boardroom was already full when I walked in. Gerald sat near the head of the table, his expression serious, while the other executives flipped t
Last Updated : 2025-01-16Falling For My Billionaire Ex Wanting Her
ElliotI leaned back in my chair, my fingers drumming against the edge of my desk as I stared at the city skyline. The memory of Susan’s defiant expression from earlier lingered in my mind like a stubborn melody I couldn’t shake.She was fiery, determined, and still maddeningly beautiful. That sharp wit of hers had only grown sharper over the years, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to it. To her.It was ridiculous, really. I had no business wanting her back...not after everything that had happened between us. But every time she looked at me with those eyes, a mix of challenge and something deeper, I knew I wasn’t ready to let her slip away again.If there was one thing I was good at, it was strategy. Business was nothing more than a game of tactics, after all. You assess your opponent, identify their weaknesses, and position yourself for the win. This wasn’t much different. Except this time, the stakes were personal.I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I foun
Last Updated : 2025-01-16Falling For My Billionaire Ex Don't Flatter Yourself Mr Prescott
ElliotThe marketing team sat around the large conference table, shuffling through their presentations and adjusting their laptops. I leaned back in my chair at the head of the table, my fingers loosely intertwined, feigning nonchalance. But my mind wasn’t here. It hadn’t been for most of the morning.All I could think about was her.Susan.The way her lips parted when she laughed, the spark of defiance in her eyes when she argued, and the sound of her voice saying my name. The memory of our past, the passion, and the ache of everything left unresolved...every single detail...was seared into my mind.The door opened, and Gerald walked in with his usual brisk demeanor, his folder tucked under his arm. Behind him, Susan entered, clutching her tablet to her chest. She wore a crisp white blouse tucked into a deep emerald pencil skirt that hugged her figure just right. Her hair was pulled back in a low bun, a few loose strands framing her face. Professional and poised, as always.But there
Last Updated : 2025-01-16Falling For My Billionaire Ex Unexpected Dinner Date
Susan I’d barely taken a sip of my tea when Meera barged into my apartment, a whirlwind of energy as usual. “Your lock is practically useless,” she declared, tossing her bag onto the couch. “Hello to you too,” I said, rolling my eyes. She grinned unapologetically. “What’s the point of a spare key if I don’t abuse it?” I opened my mouth to reply, but a knock at the door interrupted me. “I’ll get it,” Meera said, already halfway there. “No, wait...” Too late. The door swung open, and there stood Elliot Prescott, looking maddeningly composed in a charcoal suit that screamed money and power. Meera froze for half a second before her lips curved into a grin. “Well, well, what do we have here?” I shot her a look that clearly said, Don’t you dare. “Mr. Prescott,” I said, stepping in before Meera could make things worse. “What are you doing here?” “Good evening, Ms. Hart,” he replied smoothly, his eyes flicking between me and Meera, who was now watching us like it was her favorite
Last Updated : 2025-01-16
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Falling For My Billionaire Ex The Morning After
SusanThe warmth of Elliot’s body anchored me in place, his arm draped over my waist like he had no intention of letting me go. His breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek.I blinked against the soft golden light streaming through the curtains, my body still aching in the best way possible from the night before.I should get up.But for once, I didn’t want to move.Not when Elliot’s fingers were lazily tracing patterns along my spine. Not when the scent of him...warm, musky, familiar...wrapped around me like a cocoon.I shifted slightly, but the moment I did, his grip tightened, pulling me back against him.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was thick with sleep, rasping against my ear.I smiled, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. His dark hair was a tousled mess, his jaw dusted with stubble, and his eyes...still heavy with sleep...watched me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.“I need to get up,” I murmured.“No, yo
Falling For My Billionaire Ex The Distance Between Us
ElliotI used to believe I was a patient man. That no matter how chaotic life became, I could handle it with control and precision.But Susan was testing me in ways I never imagined.I sat at the dining table, fingers tapping rhythmically against the wooden surface. The clock on the wall mocked me—11:47 PM.She was late, again.Dinner had gone cold an hour ago, and the bottle of whiskey I’d sworn I wouldn’t touch was now half-empty.The moment I heard the front door click open, I tensed. Her footsteps slow. Then, the sight of her...exhausted, her hair slightly messy, dressed in a sleek business suit that reminded me just how deep she had buried herself in that damn foundation.She barely glanced my way as she set her purse down, stretching her neck. “You’re still up?”I let out a slow exhale. “No, Susan. I’m sleepwalking.”Her lips pressed together, and I knew I’d hit a nerve. But I didn’t care.“I had a long day, Elliot.” She rubbed her temples, sighing. “Please don’t start.”I pushe
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Us
Susan I barely had time to think before Elliot’s lips crashed into mine.It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t patient.It was raw.Like a man who had been starving for too long. Like someone at their breaking point.I gasped against his mouth, but he didn’t let me pull away. His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging in as if to remind me exactly who I belonged to.I had pushed him away for weeks.Tonight, he wasn’t letting me run.His lips traveled down my jaw, hot and demanding, his breath ragged against my skin. My knees threatened to buckle when his teeth scraped the sensitive spot just beneath my ear."Tell me you missed me," he growled.I shuddered, clutching his shoulders. "Elliot..."His grip tightened. "Say it."I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. "I missed you."A low curse left his lips before he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bedroom. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my body molded against his as he kicked the door shut behind us.I barely had time to process
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Missing Her
Elliot I woke up alone again.The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. I ran a hand through my hair, irritation already simmering beneath my skin. This had become a pattern...Susan leaving at dawn before I even got the chance to hold her, to talk to her, to feel like we were still us.I sat up and reached for my phone.No messages. No missed calls. Nothing.With a sigh, I tossed the device onto the nightstand and stared at the ceiling.She had promised this wouldn't happen. That her new position at the foundation wouldn’t consume her, that she wouldn’t lose herself in proving a point to my mother.Yet, here I was. Alone. Again.My patience was wearing thin.I climbed out of bed, threw on some sweatpants, and headed to the kitchen, where I found Gerald waiting for me. He was standing by the counter, sipping coffee, his expression unreadable."You look like hell," he noted dryly."Good morning to you too, Gerald," I muttered, grabbing a mug and pouring myself
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Too Busy
ElliotThe first time Susan missed dinner, I let it slide.She texted me last minute, saying she was caught up at work, something about an urgent report she needed to finalize before the morning. I replied with a simple Okay, don’t stay too late.But then it happened again. And again.At first, I told myself she was just adjusting to the new job. She wanted to prove herself, show that she was more than just the CEO’s girlfriend playing charity director. And I admired that about her.But admiration turned into irritation real quick.By the fourth night in a row of her coming home past eleven, barely speaking two words before collapsing in bed, I was done being understanding.Tonight, I didn’t bother preparing dinner. What was the point? I sat in the dimly lit living room, glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the front door like a damn abandoned husband waiting for his wife to return from war.The sound of the key turning in the lock made my jaw clench. The door creaked open, and the
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Falling In Love All Over Again
Susan I took a deep breath as I stepped into the headquarters of the Prescott Foundation. The towering glass doors reflected the morning sun, casting a golden glow over the entrance. This was my new beginning, but not in the way Mrs. Prescott had envisioned.The receptionist, a woman in her late thirties with sharp eyes behind black-rimmed glasses, looked up at me and stiffened slightly. "Good morning, Ms. Hart," she said, her voice polite but laced with curiosity.It was clear...everyone here knew who I was. Not as Susan Hart, the new employee. But as her. The woman Elliot Prescott was involved with. The one who had seemingly walked into this job with privilege wrapped around her like a designer coat.I straightened my shoulders, let them think what they wanted. I would prove them wrong."I'm here for my first day," I said with a calm smile.Her eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, but she nodded and picked up her phone. "Mr. Castillo will be with you shortly."I knew of Mr. Castillo..
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Are We Okay?
Susan The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Meera’s apartment. I blinked awake, the events of last night crashing down like a tidal wave. My head throbbed, not from the wine but from the weight of my choices.I had betrayed Elliot’s trust.And worse...I had done it knowing exactly how much it would hurt him.I turned on my side, expecting Meera to still be asleep, but she was already sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through her phone.“Morning, traitor.” She didn’t even look up as she spoke, but the sarcasm was thick in her tone.I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. “I don’t need the judgment this early.”“Well, too bad,” she snapped, tossing her phone onto the bed. “Elliot called me twice.”That got my attention. I shot up, my heart beating rapidly. “What?”“And texted,” she added, handing me her phone.I hesitated before reading.Elliot Prescott: Where is she?Elliot Prescott: She’s not at the penthouse. If she’s with you, tell
Falling For My Billionaire Ex A New Chapter
Susan I walked out of Elliot’s office without looking back.I could still hear his voice...sharp, cutting, and desperate...“Don’t do this, Susan.” But I had to.Because in the end, love wasn’t enough.Not when his mother still saw me as an outsider. Not when the world still whispered about how I wasn’t good enough for Elliot Prescott. Not when, no matter how much I tried to prove myself, I still felt like I was fighting a battle I was destined to lose.And if signing my name on a damn contract was the price for being accepted into his family, for securing a future where his mother wouldn’t look at me like I was nothing, then so be it.I ignored the sting in my chest and walked down the halls of Prescott Enterprises with quiet determination. My heels clicked against the marble floors, my heart pounding with every step toward the woman who had made me feel small for so long.Mrs. Prescott was waiting for me.She sat behind a grand mahogany desk, poised and elegant, a picture of unshaka
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Another Deal
Susan The message stared back at me like a challenge. Eleanor Prescott requests your presence for lunch. One o’clock. Prescott Tower, 45th floor. I didn’t need to think twice. This wasn’t an invitation...it was a summons. Elliot’s mother had spent years pretending I didn’t exist, treating me like a temporary inconvenience that would eventually disappear. But now, after everything that had happened...the scandal, Elliot’s return, the press conference that rocked the business world...she was suddenly willing to sit down with me? I stepped out of the cab and took a deep breath before walking through the grand entrance of Prescott Tower. The lobby was pristine, with marble floors and golden accents, exuding the kind of wealth that was meant to intimidate people like me. But I wouldn’t be intimidated. The elevator ride to the 45th floor felt both too long and too short. When the doors slid open, I was met with an airy, sunlit dining area. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city
