My Love for the Billionaire

Bailey Rivera slammed the trunk of the dark blue sedan and exhaled through clenched teeth. The cold wind of late autumn brushed against her cheeks as she tucked stray curls behind her ears. She was exhausted—another long shift at the hotel, another late evening, another emergency message from the one man she swore she would never disappoint: Damien Cole—CEO of Cole International Estates—her boss.Her phone buzzed again in her pocket. She already knew who it was without looking—him. Damien didn’t like to be kept waiting, and he never repeated himself. She unlocked her phone and read the latest message:The parcel in the trunk. Now.That was it. No greeting, no explanation, not even a signature. Pure authority.Bailey bit back irritation as she pulled the small brown carton from the car’s booth. The tape on the package had already been sliced open. Her brows folded. Someone had been in here—recently. Tucked under the carton was a folded white note. In Damien Cole’s signature dark-ink pen

Bailey felt betrayed and naive, she was looking at Lillian's exposed breast as she was going. Then her gaze caught a trace of something on the floor to the center table, there was a plentiful trace of sperm and organism on the floor and sperm was even dipping from Lillian's laps as she was going with an unbalanced legs.Bailey didn't realize she was sitting, she felt like throwing something at Lillian but she couldn't do a thing because Lillian's parents were her adopted parents. And they follow whatever she says. They don't punish her when she does something bad.She was thinking of going to a beach or a bar to clear her mind.Her phone started ringing suddenly. Her best friend, Izzy was the one calling, she picked the call weakly."Don't forget that I'm celebrating my birthday tonight, we are going to the club already. Meet us there, it won't be nice if you are late." Izzy announced happily without greeting and ended the call immediately after the reminder.****Bailey's POV.Well,