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16. Going to Paris.
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Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 17. A Kiss?
As the lady handed me my freshly minted passport from the passport agency, I felt a surge of gratitude and mumbled a sincere "Thank you." with a dreamy inflection in my voice, I remarked, "I can't believe you're going to France."The excitement and disbelief mirrored my own sentiments as the prospect of the upcoming trip began to sink in. France, a place I had only dreamed of visiting, now lay within the pages of this small, official booklet. It was a surreal moment.Adrian had spared me a few minutes to get the process done. Thankfully because of his connections I was able to get through in mere minutes. Everything was upfront which made the process a lot easier.Lyra's eyes sparkled with mischief as she suggested, "Why not set me up with Mr. Lockwood, the handsome brother?"I chuckled, dismissing the idea, "We're not that close. I only work for Mr. Lockwood. Nothing more." I assured her.My thoughts drifting to the secret affair I had stumbled upon between Sebastian and Gabriella. H
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 18. Stay away from him.
Time seemed to freeze as a mixture of surprise and vulnerability consumed me. Sebastian's kiss was demanding, leaving me breathless and bewildered.I tried to pull away, but his hold tightened, making escape impossible. My attempts to speak were met with a soft laughter from him, amplifying my sense of helplessness.In that moment, the room blurred, and all that remained was the intensity of the kiss and the conflicting emotions swirling within me—shyness, apprehension, and a realization that this encounter would leave an indelible mark on the canvas of my memories.With one hard push I managed to push Sebastian away before quickly rushing outside the guestroom so he could not grab a hold of me once again.I wiped my lips, there was no denying Sebastian was a very good kisser, but his disgusting behavior was not sitting well with me. How could he be sleeping with his brother's girlfriend and then kiss me? How awful can he be!His kiss was somewhat different from the one who took my vi
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 19. Butterflies for my boss?!
The sight of Adrian's sleek private jet leaves me momentarily speechless, my eyes widening in awe as we approach in his car. The luxurious exterior and the sheer opulence of the aircraft evoke a sense of excitement, and the anticipation of a trip to France with my boss adds an extra layer of thrill to the experience."Impressed?" His voice broke through my excitement."Everyday." I say, from his magnificent house to his magnificent car, to his magnificent jet, all leaving me stunned at how rich he was.Memories from yesterday's intimate encounter in the bathroom resurface, creating a subtle undercurrent beneath the excitement.The steam-filled room, the sensation of his bare skin against mine, the vulnerability of that shared moment—each detail replays in my mind. The professional setting of the impending business trip collides with the lingering intimacy, leaving me in a state of subtle disarray.The hum of the car engine becomes a backdrop to my contemplation, and I steal a glance a
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 20. A room together.
Waking from a peaceful slumber, I'm momentarily disoriented until I realize there are strong arms wrapped securely around my waist.The familiarity of the cologne that envelops me instantly registers, and I know without a doubt that I'm in Adrian's arms. The realization brings a mix of surprise and comfort.As the instinct to jump out of bed kicks in, the powerful allure of his cologne grips me, and for a moment, I pause. It dawns on me that Adrian must be asleep, providing an unexpected source of warmth and comfort.The idea of slipping away crosses my mind, but the force to stay in my boss's strong arms is strangely compelling. In this moment, it feels right, and the notion of disturbing his peaceful sleep becomes a secondary concern.Blushing shyly, I become aware that once again, Adrian is behind me. The closeness and proximity trigger a flurry of thoughts, and I wonder if he's typically this touchy and affectionate with others. Before I can delve further into my contemplation, th
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 21. How fortunate of me.
Lyra's povI couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within me as I stepped into the renowned club, a place with a reputation that preceded itself. This wasn't just any strip club; it was the very one where Stella, my dear friend, had lost her virginity.The allure of this establishment, coupled with the fact that it was owned by Stella's billionaire boss, hinted at a audience that was undoubtedly high-end and influential.The anticipation of my first night as a stripper at this exclusive venue fueled my enthusiasm. I sauntered through the dimly lit entrance, taking in the sultry ambiance that echoed with the throb of distant music.The air was charged with an intoxicating blend of excitement and possibility, and I couldn't help but revel in the prospect of what the night held.The dressing room, adorned with mirrors, females and adorned with a touch of glamour, became my haven as I prepared for the performance ahead.In the lively dressing room, snippets of conversations floated thr
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 22. Read my mind.
Returning home with Adrian after a dinner with one of his clients, a wave of fatigue washed over me. The evening had been filled with discussions, negotiations, and the constant need to be on my professional game. Now, the comfort of being back in my room offered a welcome reprieve.I entered the familiar room; a sigh escaped my lips. The day had been long, but the sanctuary of my room provided a sense of solace.Despite the weariness, a subtle satisfaction lingered. The dinner had been successful, and I could sense Adrian's appreciation for the effort I had put into being professional.I prepared to unwind and leave the formalities of the night behind. A quiet sense of contentment settled over me.In the intimate space of my room, the fatigue of the day lingered. I moved to shed the remnants of formality. The stilettos came off first, the click echoing in the room as a sigh of relief escaped my lips. Next, I pulled my hair down, the cascade of strands feeling like a small act of libe
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 23. Drunken Haze.
Entering the lavish restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. The atmosphere dripped with sophistication, and I, in my simple elegance, stood out like a lone daisy in a bouquet of orchids.The air buzzed with hushed conversations, laughter, and the clinking of crystal glasses.As we walked, my eyes involuntarily scanned the room, taking in the dazzling array of glamorous guests. My fingers fidgeted with the fabric of my dress, a sudden self-awareness settling in.Then, he was greeted by a stunning brunette—tall, confident, and exuding an allure that left me feeling inadequately subtle. They spoke in Spanish, a language I had no idea Adrian could wield so effortlessly, one more thing to add to his impeccable resume.The mellifluous words washed over me, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as the woman happily shared a connection I was not privy to, kissing Adrian on the cheek.Adrian turned to me, his eyes momentarily meeting mine. "Stella, this is Sofia, an
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 24.To be continued.
Waking up, a heavy fog clung to my mind, and a nauseating churn gripped my throat. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks – I was sick, and the memories of last night's revelry flooded back.With an unsteady rush, I stumbled towards the bathroom, desperately trying to keep the roiling contents of my stomach at bay. The world swirled in disarray as I barely made it to the toilet in time, the unpleasant sound of retching filling the air.Each heave felt like a punishment for the indulgence of the night before. The bathroom tiles blurred in and out of focus as I clung to the porcelain, grappling with the aftermath of my own excess. Regret settled in, a bitter taste that matched the acrid echoes of my earlier sickness.As I caught my breath, the morning light filtering through the window seemed harsh, intensifying the throbbing headache that accompanied my queasiness.I couldn't help but chastise myself for the lack of restraint, the consequences of which now echoed in the quiet mise
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