All Chapters of Billionaire Surrendered: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My feet complained of pain every time they touched the hard surface of the ground, no matter how much my sneakers were reinforced, and that trail in the park was not unknown to me, I was already beyond my limit after ten minutes.All because my coach simply invented that we could run further that day, almost on the edge of the trees that led to the un frequented woods of the city.The vegetation in that area was greener and more beautiful, only isolated to the point that we did not even see birds or butterflies that, in general, infested the lowest trees of the busy park.I was running right after Elijah, when in fact I should be by his side, already feeling my breath burn in my throat and the whole world spin through the vertigo. Elijah was my master's personal coach, and due to what we signed in the contract, I would have to spend four times a week practicing various physical exercises with him.It was not only to keep the body in that slender and shape, that fashion magazines deman

Even angry and having several super valid arguments to expose in those emails I have been sending and receiving since the early hours of dawn, I had to stop to snap my fingers and breathe deeply, before I ended up telling my partner to go to hell.Mondays irritated me naturally, and having to deal with a shitman, who did not know how to identify a good deal and who was directly hindering me in a negotiation with Chinese and very profitable factories, was at the top of my biggest irritations.Honestly, I've always been wondering where I had my head to let August Spencil buy thirty-five percent of my company's shares, and why the fuck I still let him use the title of partner, when he just did shit.The man did not see a good deal even if there was a sign in Neon with bottle letters about all the possibilities of that business yielding us funds in a matter of days, and the work of clashing with him and losing years of youth due to stress was always all mine.I sent an email that couldn't

Elijah had enough presence of spirit not to make me even more frightened while that group of young people surrounded us. It was very early, which meant that someone would show up at any time, and the boys would get into a nice mess if they didn't plan to run away immediately. Which also meant that any thoughtless attitude, both by me and by Elijah, could cost our lives.“You don't have to do that” said Elijah, motionless and swallowing with difficulty, as his pockets were rolled by the boys around him. The one with the knife leaning against my coach's throat just held it harder. “ I can deliver our items without any resistance, just let me do that.”“And the cute one here?” grumbled a voice coming from my back, I hadn't even noticed that one of the boys had bypassed the group to get close to me. I could feel it when the boy groped my pockets and found my cell phone. “Shouldn't we do something with her?”The boys turned at the same time to the one who had spoken, almost as if they want

My master took a deep breath. He was still sitting next to me. My head was still resting on his lap, so I noticed when a small tremor pierced his thighs inside his social pants. Was he afraid? Angry? I was confused by the reaction. So I began to open my eyes, drawing Elijah's attention and distracting my master from any impolite subject.I had understood Elijah's hint very well. He didn't know what kind of relationship Fred and I had, but he suspected it was some kind of mutual interest. I wasn't poor, I didn't need a man to support me, and I hadn't lost my youth without studying.I was a graduate, worked in an area that caught my attention "desperate that there is already a step of throwing everything up" and I was independent, with an apartment in my name and a car always waiting for me in the garage of my house. Fred was not the person who fucked me, he just gave me what I had attracted so easily in sex; submission.We kept that kind of relationship a secret because people wouldn't

Rebecca got agitated, probably trying to think about what attitude would be least inappropriate for her master. Even though she was still very young in that lifestyle, she played that role of absolute submission very well."Sir, I need to work," she said, slightly nibbling her lower lip. I tried not to focus too much on how the gesture looked too sensual, although it was just spontaneous. “I can’t stay here.”"You took a stab, Babygirl" I pointed out with a chin movement. "What can your boss demand from you for today?”Rebecca suddenly stood up, then staggered."I'm fine. I can work.”I frowned." Why are you acting that way?”"What form? "She disguised with a weak smile."Tay what's going on, Rebecca," I asked in a serious tone.Rebecca cleared her throat."I just think that if I stay here, I may be going against the contract, and that's not right, master.”I nodded slightly, sketching a smile that didn't reach my eyes. I recognized the lie. Just because she wasn't honest with me, th