All Chapters of Her Billionaire's Proposal: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lisa escaped into the ladies’ room in relief. She touched up her lipstick and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. To her surprise, the door opened, and Leslie entered, positioning herself in the mirror next to Lisa. Leslie glanced over conspicuously before reapplying her lipstick as well. Leslie was a business associate, Chris, but after she got fired for trying to sell business information for cash, she got fired. She was very snotty, so Lisa didn’t like her much. She always stuck her nose into matters that didn’t concern her. Lisa couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing at this party tonight anyway. She didn’t care to ask, so she figured ignoring her was the best option, and hopefully, she would go away.“So, tell me,” Leslie began, still intent on her lipstick application. Why was she talking to her now? Lisa thought. “Is the gossip true about Mason Remington and the expectations he has for his women?” Startled, Lisa nearly dropped lipstick and tugged it into her small clut

Lisa sighed and then bolted for the club door and outside the parking lot, unsure why she was even giving Mason the time of day after the scene at the party. It was enough to turn her stomach. Still, she hurriedly arranged her dress and put on her jacket to meet him standing outside in front of his Bentley, arms crossed and head down. Damn, she had really done it this time. She sighed and looked down at her phone to check the time and see if there were any texts or calls from her friends, but there were none. So, she sent Amber one.‘Text me when you can, and let me know you’re still alive, or I’ll assume he’s killed you, and I’ll start looking for the body.’And she put her phone into her pocket before walking towards Mason, standing a few feet away, his jaw bulging and a look of fury in his eyes. Without giving her a chance to go forward, he stalked toward her. He was a huge ball of angry alpha male rage, and he was heading straight for her. As soon as she moved forward one step, hi

“Bedroom now!” Mason whispered and guided her down the hall and upstairs. Her heart began to race. He grabbed her again at the top of the stairs, kissing her viciously, and his hands tangling up in her hair. Every time they parted, she felt like she was breaking the surface of a pool: she gasped for air, her vision blurred, and her body light. There was a doorway at the end of the hall, a bedroom with the lights turned off. Mason pulled a lighter from his pocket, and while she lingered near the door, he lit candles around the room, filling it with a flickering orange glow.“Very convenient mood lighting,” she said as he walked back to her. He smiled. His face was cast in strange shadows in the candlelight, and he looked even darker and more mysterious.“I have a bit of a weakness for candles. Mrs Abigail says the aromatherapy will help with anxiety,” he said.“Wait...we haven’t been in this bedroom before.”“I know but do not worry, no one will bother us.” It took a few moments for wh

“Mason, please…” her voice was a whine, heavy with lust. He put on a mocking expression of sympathy.“Awwn, is that not enough for the little angel? Need a bit more, hmm? Perhaps something to fill you up? You seemed to like my fingers inside you.” Then his lips slammed down on hers. Oh, God… He forced her mouth open with his tongue and plunged inside. His kiss was…feral—more feral and animalistic than the previous ones. It was like he needed to release tension…and he would use her to his satisfaction. He tightened his hold on her shoulders, pulling them closer together as if he wanted to perish inside her body. He kissed her back, and she did it not simply out of desire but also because she thought he desperately needed it. He finally relaxed and the kiss softened after they had been kissing for a while. She released her hold on his shoulders, trailed one hand up his neck to cup his cheek, and then released her grip completely.Lisa was in heaven, floating on a magical cloud. The kis

Mason lay in the darkness, his gaze fixed sightlessly on the ceiling as Lisa lay nestled in the crook of his arm. He knew she was awake. She hadn’t yet settled into the soft breathing and limp body he associated with her rest. But she lay there quietly, curled into his side, almost as though she were processing everything that had occurred. He was a bastard. He knew it. Suffered some regret. But he knew he wouldn’t stop. He’d broken every promise he’d made to her so far, and yet he knew he’d continue to break them.There was no easing her into his lifestyle. No gentleness. No patience. She made him crazy. She unhinged him. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. He owed her an explanation for tonight and yet his pride wouldn’t allow him to tell her why. It pissed him off that she’d left without him noticing, and yet at the same time, it amused him, and he felt pride that she’d basically said fuck you to him and left.If it were any other guy she was involved with, a stunt like he p