All Chapters of Billionaire's Lost Girl: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My heart began pounding, not in panic or bottled-up anger, but rather in excitement. The pleasure pooling between my legs thicken, and I had to push Finn’s head aside, on a pillow so he wouldn’t smell my arousal.It’s all yours, Daddy. Yours to pummel and do as you please.His reply bounced back a millisecond late.Sky Walker: Where do you stay? Do you stay alone? I could arrange for a hotel room just for the both of us to meet tomorrow.Oh, God. I’d only just started talking to him today. I wasn’t even sure that he was Mr. Sturm in question here. What if he turned out to be a creepy, ruthless serial killer? I couldn’t imagine turning up dead and leaving Finn in a cruel world like this.I’m sorry but…I don’t know you quite well for us to meet.I tossed my phone aside on the small bedside table beside the bed when Finn began to stir once more, calling out for me. I laid properly on the bed, wrapping an arm around him so he’d stop feeling scared. He normally found it hard to sleep at ni

I leaned back on the cool leather seat close to the glass wall, watching Mr. Sturm as he ordered cappuccinos at the metal counter. The blonde bartender taking his order was flushed, fluttering her lashes at him balefully as she jotted his words down. I placed a hand on my chest, directly where it was tight, and jealousy made smoke puff out my ears.Back off my man.This restaurant was located in a bay area I’d never been to before, and judging by the way Mr. Sturm and I were ignored and treated like completely normal people, I realized that he wasn’t popular here. No one knew about the chronic womanizer who always made the headlines with his sexcapades. No one cared about his money or reputation. He was just another one of the regulars who trooped by for coffee, along with a friend – me.I looked up now as he made his way over, setting a paper cup filled with steaming coffee in front of me. I thanked him as he settled back down on his seat, lifting the cup to my lips.“How do you like

I pulled my jacket firm around me as I strode along the dark alleyways towards Dreams. The night was bustling and the atmosphere chilly – perfect for dancing and karaoke. I felt a stab of guilt about what I wanted to do; meet up with Sky while Max was in town. After our altercation over the phone two days ago, he’d ignored me afterward even after I tried reaching out to apologize. I only got to know that he was back in town through his Instagram.Cora had found a babysitter for Finn online at the last minute. The middle-aged lady who insisted we call her Ma had two grandchildren of her own and lived just a few blocks away so she was able to arrive in record time before Terry arrived to take Cora. Finn had hit it off with Ma’s grandkids and I had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time I’d be needing her services.Tipping the hulking bouncer at the entrance, I took a deep breath and braced myself up before taking a step into the building. Sky had refused to send me his picture for eas

Elaine.Once I was done showing, I applied some lotion and got dressed in a summery blue gown. I planned to drop Finn off at school on our way to the airport. He'd woken up already and I could hear the tap running in his bathroom, Cora singing as she bathed him. Poor boy. He'd be gutted to see her leave.Padding down the stairs, I picked my phone back up and placed a dial across to Mom. She picked up on the first ring, much to my surprise.“Elaine?” she sounded somewhat shocked, which was understandable. “Oh my God. What's wrong? Did something happen to Finn?”I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Well, Good morning, Mom.”“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Good morning. Is my grandson okay?”I blew out a sigh, exasperated already. “Yes, he's fine. He's doing great. Sorry that I'm calling so early. There's an emergency.”“Oh, God, Elaine. Stop apologizing, you've done nothing wrong. And you know that you can call me whenever you like. It doesn't have to be whenever... you're in trouble.”I knew I was go

I caught sight of Max's Aston Martini parked underneath the same tree it'd been the day before the minute I alighted from my cab. Tipping the driver generously due to how great of a company and extremely chatty he'd been, I slung my white duffel bag over my left shoulder and sauntered across, pulling the side door open. As soon as I slammed the door close, Max leaned in, capturing the side of my lips in a kiss and sucking on it aggressively. I placed a hand on his biceps and leaned back with an exhale. “You look beautiful,” he holds my gaze, running his fingers through my hair. I nuzzled my face closer, craving the warmth of his hand. Electricity and an insanely high sexual tension lapped up around us. I tilted my head, moaning as his lips attacked my neck next, trailing light, feathery kisses at first before they became urgent — more demanding. Dipping a hand into my dress, he cupped my left tit softly, the fullness filling his large hand. My nails dug into the leather headrest as