All Chapters of In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

After a night of unexpected pleasure, which Ethan desperately tried to push from his mind, he arrived at the office earlier than usual. He might be losing his grip on sanity, and that was acceptable, but he refused to acknowledge that the most joyful distraction he'd experienced in years would soon vanish. This shouldn’t affect him, he told himself. Yet, it stirred up that emotion he despised most: abandonment and loss.Over time, Ethan had grown to tolerate the presence of that auburn-haired boy, even if he sometimes fantasized about gluing Brandon’s mouth shut. No one else would agree to this arrangement or enjoy it as much as Brandon did, even if he denied it. Ethan relished the feeling, the expressions on Brandon's face, and the sounds he made during their intimate moments. But it was time to let him go. Ethan wasn’t capable of feeling anything more. Not after Eliot.As Ethan settled in and tried to focus on his work, a soft knock followed by the door creaking open caught his atte

“Oh, that is me. Your pop is calling.” Leaving a kiss on Ethan’s cheek, Eliot smiled and said, “See you around, beautiful boy.” Ethan returned the smile.Ethan was too young to understand the cues Eliot was giving or his attitude towards him. Everything spoke something else, but Ethan didn’t understand it.When Eliot left, Ethan felt better. Maybe because of the chocolate or Eliot’s presence, but whichever it was, he felt better.It was getting late, and Ethan had to go in, do his reading, and come down for dinner. That night, they ate dinner, and Eliot bid him good night, kissing him on the cheek as he did earlier.At dinner on the third evening, Ethan sensed that Eliot was staring at him as he explained his thoughts on his father’s new development in the company. Noah had decided to invest in and launch a construction firm, and he made Ethan study all about construction.Being the youngest at the table and the least likely to keep his father interested in what he was saying, Ethan h

For a full minute, Brandon and the other unfortunate staff endured the oppressive heat of power emanating from both men. They didn't speak or even blink, just sat confidently in their seats, staring at each other with unyielding hatred. Noah's face was covered in disgust and unimpressed disdain, while Ethan's eyes blazed with anger and frustration.“So, what is this little show of yours about, Father?” Ethan asked, his tone dripping with boredom.“My lawyers have handled everything. Comply, and there will be no further issues. You don't want to make your father an enemy, boy,” Noah said, his voice carrying an unmistakable warning. "Come back to my company. Merge this scrap you call a business with mine," he ordered.Ethan felt insulted. That was what his after has always done to him – belittle his efforts and crush his dreams then take away anything he likes. No more.“If you called me during my busy work schedule to utter such nonsense, then you are really a disappointment to the exi

Brandon had done his research and discovered that fantasizing about sucking a c*ck—and even wanting to do it—was fairly normal for straight guys. That realization calmed his craziness a bit, offering a small measure of reassurance. Also, Britney was there to support his choice. Brandon had to convince himself that he wasn’t attracted to men.The idea of having s*x with men, kissing them, and getting naked with them was just...odd. He didn’t think he was attracted to men. It was just the idea of sucking a hard, thick c*ck that got him all hot and bothered. And if the c*ck in his fantasies resembled his horrible ex-boss's, it was probably totally normal, considering it was the only c*ck he’d ever s*ck*d—besides his own. So, what did that mean? Apparently, he was just a straight weirdo brainwashed into wanting to s*ck c*ck.Britney laughed at him when he confided this. “I think you just need to get out and get laid,” she said, grinning. “By a woman with a c*ck, if that’s what you’re into

Brandon stared at him, incredulous. “I can’t believe you played with my career, my future, just because you felt intimidated that someone could withstand your b*llsh*t!” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Newsflash, *ssh*l*: we live in a free country. Your employees aren’t your slaves. Maybe things are different in some unexposed and frightened town in Italy, but you’re not there. The US values freedom and hard work. Spoiler alert: no man has absolute power, not even the President.”Ethan didn’t look moved in the slightest. “You’re to return to work effective immediately. Go to HR and sign the contract. It’s ready.”Brandon didn’t know whether to laugh or punch him in the face. “How are you even real? You’re like one of those spoiled kids who become horrible bosses because of their background privileges, on top of being an insufferable egomaniac who can’t take no for an answer! No, I’m not going to be your goddamn PA—I’m a manager or administrator, not a glorified manservant! I want to m