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In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 9: COULD IT BE?
“Did you give Brenda the job to finish?” Ethan asked as soon as Brandon walked into the office.Brandon replied, “No. I thought I should go ahead and finish it up since I already swiftly ran your other errands.”“Is that thick head of yours filled with disobeying instructions? Fucking give Brenda the job to do!” Ethan lashed out at Brandon.For the first time, Brandon felt like a success, having had the capacity to get under Ethan’s skin. He decided to continue pushing his buttons. “Sorry, Brenda that works at HR, right?”“Why would you ask me such a silly question?”“It gets confusing. Becky and Brenda.”Ethan retorted, “After months of working here, you are just unbelievable. Brenda works at HR and Becky is my receptionist. Have you gotten that into your thick skull now?”“Yes sir,” Brandon said, scowling. “I booked you the most luxurious hotel this time. I thought you need a change of atmosphere. I know it is not my place to object, but how could you finish the numerous condoms I g
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 10: BLUE BALLZ.
Brandon stared at Ethan, unsure how to feel about it. He actually didn’t know how to help and wouldn’t be pleased to be transferred to someone else like a hand-me-down document. Looking at the bright side, the person might be nicer than Ethan. He definitely wouldn’t mind working for whoever it was. But on the other hand, it would feel like he had suffered for nothing all these months if he switched to another job now. There were just roughly four months to go until he won the bet. Not to mention that he had no intention of making a career as a PA just as he didn’t have the intention to remain a chef. He was a manager and administrator, and a pretty damn good one. He was a PA now only because he was Ethan’s. He had a point to make, a bet to win. The most painful thing for him was watching Ethan get stripped of his hard work.“Thanks for asking my opinion,” Brandon muttered under his breath. Turning to the door, Ethan stopped him.“Go get more condoms. The ones you got won’t be enough
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 11: THE GUEST.
Brandon still didn't understand why Ethan needed to change his shirts in-between meetings. Becky had mentioned that their boss was very sensitive to smells and didn't like even a hint of sweat on his clothes—which was why Brandon also kept a change of clothes at work—but it still seemed ridiculous to him.He picked up the discarded shirt and sniffed it. It smelled perfectly nice: of skin and Ethan's subtle cologne or aftershave—Brandon still wasn't sure what it was, but it smelled really good. "It smells fine," he said.Ethan ignored him.A ringtone broke the silence. Brandon twitched before realizing it was Ethan's personal phone. Answering it, he said something in Italian.Brandon handed him the fresh shirt, trying not to eye his boss's muscular torso enviously. Man, it just wasn't fair. He wished he had a body that good. Not that Brandon didn't have some decent muscles, but Ethan's muscle definition was just… yeah. Brandon glanced enviously at those broad shoulders, thick biceps,
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 12: SILENCE.
“Uhm,” Brandon said, hesitantly. “I’ll go—I’m going home—Done with today’s work.”“You aren’t going anywhere yet,” Ethan said, looking at him with those black, creepy eyes.What?Brandon watched, frozen, as Ethan started unbuckling his belt before unzipping his suit pants. Oh, fuck. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be fucking happening. But it was happening. Ethan was pulling his cock out. His half-hard cock.Staring at it, Brandon had a sudden, frantic thought that the asshole wasn’t lying about the condom size.“Get me a condom,” Ethan said in a low voice.Right. A condom. Of course, that was why Ethan wanted him to stay. But wasn’t this asshole concerned about what Brandon thought? What if he leaked this to everyone else? Well, as far as Ethan was concerned, he was a ‘you can go fuck yourself, man.’His relief nearly making him dizzy, Brandon reached into the desk drawer where he’d put the condoms and retrieved one, hating himself a little for how well Ethan had him traine
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 13: WON THE DARE.
Ethan accepting that someone else was right was terrifying.“I did need a release,” he said.Brandon cleared his throat, hoping he didn’t look as weirded out as he felt. Hearing about s*x from Ethan made him so uncomfortable. How could the man be so at ease talking about it? They were both guys. Guys talked about s*x all the time, so often that it lost all meaning. And yet, hearing it from Ethan… it was weird.“Wow, so you actually admit that I was right about something?” Brandon said, trying not to show how uneasy he felt.Ethan shrugged, leaning back in his chair and loosening his tie a little. His gaze remained fixed on Brandon in a manner that made him more nervous by the minute. “You did have a point: I am built differently, and I am less tolerant and so edgy when I’m sexually frustrated.”Brandon looked pointedly at the seat the directors had just vacated. “You weren’t very tolerant just now. Do you need to get laid again?”Ethan smiled a little, but his eyes remained serious and
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 14: JUST HELPING OUT.
Events took a different turn when family affairs became Wings Group’s reckoning today. On the day Brandon and Ethan were supposed to make a trip to China to monitor the expansion of the Jet hangars there and finish the acquisition of a hotel that had gone bankrupt, Ethan’s father, Mr. Asher, sent over a dozen boxes. By Ethan’s expression, the boxes held many unhappy details. Although he restricted everyone from accessing them, including Brandon, he practically sent everyone out of the office as he went through them. No one was able to get hold of what was inside.“Has this ever happened?” Brandon asked Brenda, his gossip partner.“No. This is, in fact, the first time he is paying attention to this unit,” Brenda answered.“What could possibly be in there, pissing Mr. Never Bothered off?”“If only we knew.”“I am going in,” Brandon announced.“That would be a terrible idea. You will be risking your job. Whenever he wants space, we all respect that, no matter how soft he has grown toward
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 15: TIRED WRIST.
Ethan knew he couldn’t feel anything less than gratitude toward Brandon for saving him numerous times. Now, the thought of women was far-fetched in his busy mind. Not that they’ve always had his attention . The pleasure he got just from Brandon jerking him off could never be compared to the climax he got from pounding those different holes. This was better.His nightmares had subsided, and the worry about his father had almost vanished—all because Brandon was doing a better job than Ethan’s casual encounters ever did.That was how the whole arrangement had started. Brandon now gave Ethan hand jobs whenever needed—pun intended. It was both extremely weird and oddly routine. Ethan didn’t treat Brandon any differently just because he relieved his tension. Brandon didn’t deceive himself into thinking the arrangement was more than just a matter of convenience for Ethan. Now, Ethan didn’t have to find time to seek release. He was certain no other sane person would accept such an arrangement
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 16: SELF DOUBT.
Ethan shrugged and leaned back in his chair, his posture confident and so very male. “So am I,” he said. “So what?”The nerve of him. Brandon could only open and close his mouth wordlessly, absolutely speechless.There was a knock on the door. “They’re here, sir,” Becky’s muffled voice sounded through the door.Brandon jerked his hand away from Ethan’s c*ck, but the *ssh*l* grabbed it and kept it where it was. “Give me a minute,” Ethan called out before shifting his gaze back to Brandon and lowering his voice. “Well? Are you going to make an entire team of pilots wait?”Brandon could very well choose death over being in this situation at the moment. It was easy for Ethan because he was used to getting things done for him, but not for Brandon. This was his first crazy experiment, and he wasn’t appreciating it much. How could the same man ask another man, no matter how beautiful his body and decent his d*ck, to do something like this? Ethan was well-trained in making Brandon quit, but t
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In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 180: THE LAST CHAPTER OF THEIR LOVE STORY UNTIL NEXT TIME.
Christmas...The warmth of the fireplace filled the room, the crackling of the flames blending with the soft hum of Christmas carols playing in the background. The Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner, its branches covered in twinkling lights and delicate ornaments that shimmered in the soft glow. Outside, snow fell gently, blanketing the world in a peaceful white. Inside, the laughter of family could be heard through the house, filling every corner with love and joy.Around the large dining table, everyone was gathered. Nana, looking radiant and content, cradled one of her twin boys in her arms while the other rested peacefully in a bassinet nearby. She'd given birth two weeks ago and everyone has been supportive.Her recovery over the past few months had been nothing short of miraculous, and the glow on her face was proof of the happiness she had found. She and Brandon had grown close, their bond deepening as they shared stories and leaned on each other through the ups and dow
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 179: THE COLOURS IN THE SKY.
A WEEK LATER...The sky was painted in shades of soft blues and blush pinks, with the occasional puff of cloud dotting the horizon. Birds soared high, their wings glinting in the sunlight, as if celebrating alongside the hundreds of guests below. There was something in the air—something gentle and full of love, as though the universe itself was smiling down on this day. The slow ringing of bells hummed throughout the city, the sound weaving its way through the streets and gardens where the wedding was about to take place.The garden itself was like something out of a fairytale. A vast space covered in greenery, with towering trees draped in delicate white flowers. Tiny twinkling lights were strung between the branches, looking magical. The path leading to the altar was lined with blooming roses in every color imaginable, reds and whites swirling together like a painter’s masterpiece. Chandeliers hung from the arches, their crystals catching the sun, reflecting rainbows onto the guests
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 178: BRUISED ALL THIS TIME.
They made it through every storm, and now, they would live to love and cherish.*****With Aldo's help and Ethan’s connections, it didn’t take long to find Nana. Ethan and Brandon were stepping out of the car, breathing in the damp, cold air of Ireland as they looked at the modest house ahead. Ethan already disliked the neighbourhood. He hadn’t seen his sister in years, and he wasn’t sure how he’d react. He squeezed Brandon’s hand, a nervous energy running through him.Brandon, ever the optimist, linked arms with him and smiled. “We’ll handle this together,” he whispered.The porch creaked beneath their feet as they walked up to the door. Ethan raised his hand, knocking with a hesitation he wasn’t used to feeling. A few moments passed, and finally, the door creaked open.“Na—” The name caught in Ethan’s throat. The woman standing before him, her body hunched as if she'd age five times more. She barely resembled the sister he once knew. But her eyes—those distinct, beautiful blue eyes
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 177: THE LAST PUNCH.
Collins stood in front of Brandon, his smile warm, though his eyes held scars and sadness of years lost. His suit, while simple, fit him perfectly, and despite everything he had been through, he looked healthier, more at ease than Brandon had seen in years. There was something peaceful about him now—a quietness that only comes with closure.“He’s just trying to be nice,” Collins said, grinning at Brandon. “But I’ll tell you, your man really went all out to find me. Ethan had me tracked down, got me out of that mess I was in. Then he hired one of the best lawyers in the country. We’re still working on clearing my record entirely, but it’s in motion.”Brandon looked at Ethan, his heart filled with gratitude. He had known Ethan was working behind the scenes to find his father, but he hadn’t realized the lengths Ethan had gone to. It was overwhelming, this outpouring of love, this commitment to not just him but his family.“I... I don’t know what to say,” Brandon whispered, his voice catc
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 176: THE FAIRYTALE.
One moth later...A month had passed, and the world outside felt a little less dangerous. The sun hung high in the sky, its warmth spilling over the quiet garden outside Ethan's home. The smell of fresh herbs filling the air, and the birds sang in the trees, oblivious to the trials that had brought Brandon and Ethan to this moment. Inside the house, you could perceive the scent of warm bread and sizzling bacon, the morning routine continuing as usual.Brandon stood in the kitchen, setting out breakfast with careful hands, his mind only half-focused on the task. His heart, though, had never been more full. He glanced toward the living room where Ethan sat, propped up on the couch, still pale but improving with every day. There was color in his cheeks now, though he was often feverish, and his wound—a constant source of worry—had gotten infected twice in the past few weeks. But with a team of specialists and round-the-clock care, Ethan was healing.In the beginning, it had been terrifyi
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 175: BROKEN BRIDGE.
In the midst of the chaos, a strong hand suddenly grabbed Elizabeth’s arm, yanking her away from the crane’s remote. The container stopped just inches above the crumpled car, leaving Brandon shaken but still alive. His breaths were ragged, his body trembling with fear. He would never forget surviving this near-death experienceEthan’s knees buckled beneath him, the adrenaline fading as the blood loss caught up. He exhaled sharply, fighting to stay conscious, but the world was spinning. Strong arms caught him before he collapsed completely, and through his fading vision, he saw Carter’s worried face hovering above him."We got here just in time," Carter said, his voice calm but his eyes filled with concern. "Hang on, Ethan."Ethan’s voice was faint. "Brandon… is he okay?"Carter nodded, glancing toward the car where medics were pulling Brandon out. "He’s fine. You saved him."Ethan closed his eyes for a moment, the exhaustion too much for him to handle. He had fought with everything he
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 174: GIVE HIM MY BLOOD!
Noah’s expression darkened. "She found out about my real business—human trafficking, organ harvesting. She was going to expose me. And yes, I killed her with my own hands. She wasn’t afraid of me. She loved you more than she ever loved me." His voice took on a cold edge. "So I made her pay for it."Grief and anger choked Ethan. "She was five months pregnant, Noah. Pregnant with your son. She was everything I ever wanted in a mother, and you took her from me.""I can have as many children as I want, Ethan. But if I were caught, my business, my reputation—everything I built would be gone. I won’t be taken down because of some woman."Brandon, from the crushed remains of his hope, couldn’t stay silent. "It’s always been about you, hasn’t it, Noah? Your ego. Your reputation. You destroyed my family and yours because all you care about is power.""Shut your mouth, bitch," Elizabeth snapped, slapping him hard across the face. "You know nothing about power."Ethan, his voice hoarse from the
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 173: CRUSHING.
Ethan’s fist landed with brutal precision, sinking into Ethan’s stomach. Ethan doubled over in pain, gasping as he felt the burn spread through his abdomen. His hand instinctively flew to the spot, feeling the sting of fresh blood where the wound was."You son of a bitch," Ethan spat between ragged breaths, his eyes burning with defiance.Noah, towering over him with a twisted smirk, gripped Ethan’s jaw, forcing him to look up. "How dare you call me mad, you son of a whore? A mere slave," Noah growled, tightening his hold.Ethan laughed bitterly, the sound more of a wince than amusement. "I see you’ve gone mentally unstable too, father," he mocked. "How am I the son of a slave? Last I checked, you were just a sperm donor. And as for being a slave, well, maybe to your greed, your adultery, and your lies."Noah’s eyes flared, and his grip on Ethan’s jaw tightened, making it difficult for him to speak. "I made you," Noah hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "And I’ll break you.""You’v
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 172: BLEED OUT.
Ethan staggered forward, his hand pressed against his stomach, trying to stanch the bleeding. Outside, it began to rain.His breath came in ragged bursts as he pushed through the sheets of rain that poured down on him. Brandon was just ahead, darkness in the storm, sprinting as though he could outrun everything crushing him from behind."Brandon, wait!" Ethan’s voice was hoarse, almost swallowed by the roaring wind and rolling thunder. Each step sent a fresh jolt of pain through his body, but he kept moving, forcing himself onward. He had to catch him.Brandon didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. His feet pounded against the pavement, faster and faster, as if the rain pouring over his face was washing away the memories—the lies, the betrayal, all of it. His chest burned, and his heart screamed louder than the storm, but he couldn’t stop now. He wouldn’t.Ethan’s words cut through the rain. "I didn’t kill anyone, Brandon!" His voice broke, desperate.Brandon spun around, his face twis
