All Chapters of Possessive billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Luciana was saddened. She knew the size of her father's thick head. She knew he was stubborn and even on the best of days, she would never accept her crush on Roman. But then she thought straight. She was already eighteen. She was legally an adult to vote, go to jail, leave her parents' house, drink... so why wasn't she an adult to love? If her father loved her as she knew she did, she would have to accept her choices even if they were contrary to his. It was high time she started acting like an adult. “I'm not caring about my father right now, Roman. she said, taking the whiskey glass from his hands. “I've never been kissed because I always wanted you to be the first for me. — Luciana... She put her fingers in his mouth to contain her protest. Then she launched herself against him and kissed him. Roman was so alarmed and surprised that he didn't respond right away, but when he became aware that it was Luciana who was urging him on, he put his hands on her waist and pull

“I called Nicole and said you were coming. She was very excited to see him and said it was a coincidence that his ex-girlfriend was at the hotel at the same time. The Miss Universe Organization will be holding a fundraiser tomorrow. Marco was serious. His mind was somewhere far away. It had been a while, but he was still very hurt by the girl's shame and betrayal years ago. This was a wound that felt like it had been opened yesterday. "So, how about making out with your ex?" What a nice break, huh. “Don't joke about it Roman, it's irritating. Marco said angrily. “I'm not here on day off. Have you forgotten that my goal is to talk to you and Luciana about your forbidden relationship? - This is ridiculous. Roman huffed. - Our relationship is not forbidden, only your father thinks that. My parents don't care. “Roman, we're related. cousins. Marco had promised his mother he would try. Well... he was doing it, even if he didn't believe in the non-blood cousins ​​thing.

- March. Charlotte said softly. Marco smiled. - You look different. You know, it doesn't look like the same Charlotte I used to know. Charlotte coughed and spluttered. “Ah… ah… I'm still the same person. She was ashamed, it was ridiculous to be stuttering in front of Marco after so many years. “I… I have to project the perfect image of a Miss Universe. Marco nodded. Then he added in a more serious tone. “No… it wasn't a futile criticism… I mean, you're looking plumper, you know. A little chubby. But don't worry, it suits you. He punctuated the sentence with an arrogant smile. Charlotte was insulted. She kept to a strict diet and exercised like a convict just to stay in shape. It was absurd that he'd said she was fat. But even so Charlotte couldn't help but look at her belly, just to see if she had extra fat showing under her dress. But she noticed Marco's smirk as he did so and turned her eyes to her face with impressive speed. - Thank you anyway. You are differen

“Of course he doesn't mind. Right, cousin? Marco glared at her, so she just moved her lips. - Please... “Okay, but just one dance. Marco said, staring at the prince. - Yes sir. Marco was heading for the couch where Roman and Luciana were practically starting a foreplay when he saw Charlotte looking at him. He looked at her and the two of them stayed that way for several tense seconds, until she got up and left the club. He followed her. Charlotte was walking towards the porch of the nightclub and felt that Marco was following her at a distance. Then she stopped and waited for him by the garden. She couldn't see him, but she felt her presence, right there a few feet away. She ran her hand over her neck, leaving it exposed to the night air, and Marco felt his mouth water. He wanted to put his lips there and kiss her for hours until he lost consciousness. he bitch. She still knew how to drive him crazy. Marco took a deep breath and moved closer to her, letting her realiz

Marco woke up at nine the next morning. He felt good and full of energy. It was the first time in so many years that he had slept for eight hours straight. He used to sleep only five or six hours a day. Marco left the room, rubbing his eyes and headed straight for the attached kitchen, expecting to find Nicole cooking up some of the delicacies she'd mentioned learning about. However, he didn't find her right away, as her view was totally taken by a huge bouquet of lilies, some heart-shaped balloons and a giant stuffed animal. — But how gallant! He said sarcastically to himself as he read the note attached to the bear. Nicole, Have dinner with me tonight? You are so beautiful. I want to know you better. I will be very sad if you say no. Carlos. After a while Marco went to the hotel kitchen, already showered, dressed in a black shirt and pants. He found Nicole making some cookies. She was back in her business clothes and wide-rimmed glasses. - Hey! I called the maid an