All Chapters of The Billionaire's Submissive: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Adam's POV By the end of the day, I was tired. I sat in my office, staring at a document without seeing a single thing. After all the hard work I had done in the past week, one would think my work should have lessened considerably. But more and more work piled up.   I glanced at my watch. It was the last six. Dinner was at eight with Mother and Anabelle. My sister had insisted that she would go with me. I had a niggling feeling it was because of Matt.   She hadn't seen him in a while, I was sure.    Unless, they'd been sneaking around meeting each other. I paused at the thought and laughed. Matt would never do that. He always looked like he was terrified of her.  But he likes her. You know that, a voice in my head nagged. You saw the way he looked at Anabelle at the mall.   I shook my head, not willing to accommoda

Eve's POV "No," I replied, trembling as I tried to keep still. It was way too early to be on the phone.   It was five in the morning. Tom was asleep in bed, he had come home late last night as usual. I tried to sneak out of the bed quietly. Left undisturbed he ought to sleep for at least an hour more. The phone vibrated in my hands and I clutched it tightly, sneaking out of the bedroom. Only when I was in the kitchen did I allow myself to breathe easy.   "Why," it was a simple straight and direct question and yet it made me giggle. I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible as I texted back a reply.   "It's early. Tom's still around. I can't call now Adam,"  "When can you!?"  Another giggle and I could feel the sensible part of myself glaring daggers at me. What the heck was wrong with me? Oh who

 Adam's POV My phone buzzed for the hundredth time that morning. It was barely eleven in the morning and after spending the first three hours of work stuck in my office appending signatures on certain charity donations, after the messy bit with Madeline and John two years ago, I'd made sure all payments connected to the company were appended by me.   I didn't want to wake up to see half the money in my accounts gone due to some negligence of some sort.   "And here are the designs,"  I looked up at the projected screen to see a couple of designs flipping on the screen. Here I was again, stuck in another meeting with my damned phone buzzing like crazy.   Why had I taken it in the first place? I fished out the device from my chest pocket to see who kept sending the messages. I had taken the phone in for one reason only.  

  Adam’s POV“I’m sorry Mr Stone,” Tom’s secretary mumbled as she got off the phone with her boss. She looked like she would burst into tears anytime soon. Poor woman, Harrison must have insulted her or said something hurtful. Just when I wanted to see the bastard in another light, he proved over and over that he was a damned pig and he deserved to be treated just as so. “Mr Harrison is on his way.”  I didn’t have time for that. I had been around the area that morning for a meeting and thought it would be good enough to drop by. We hadn’t concluded on the inauguration of the mall that was soon to happen. I stood before his secretary on his top floor with Matt behind me. I had hoped for a quick exchange and then I could go on about my activities for the day. I had to give him credit, the mall did turn out beautiful. An

 Author's POV The day had started beautifully for Micheal Hamilton. He had finished a job the night before, had a nice sandwich that morning and had been on his way to see Isabella Stone when he had seen a rather familiar car, parked outside her gate.   He had stalked Madeline Black enough to know what car she drove and the plate numbers behind them. It was an old habit that came to life. Stalking. And he was so darned good at it that the person being stalked never had a clue that they were.    "Well, isn't this just perfect?" He muttered with a grin. He had been looking for a much more natural way to meet her. A way that wouldn't draw suspicion towards him and yet would get him what he wanted.   Closer to Madeline Black.  He adjusted his cargo pants and top he wore, nodded at the thought that he looked good. At least he had checked the mir