All Chapters of Bound By the Billionaire: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“Why are you wearing that?” He’d stepped out of the bathroom and paused, a frown on his lips, the cool scent of his aftershave hovering around him.I looked down at my outfit. “Why? Don’t like it?” I asked pulling my jacket over a blue maxi dress, a pair of Air Jordans at my feet. I looked modest and decent.The scowl on his lips was all the answer I needed and I nodded, good, I wasn’t dressing up for him today. It was the exact opposite actually. “Shall I help you in picking out something today? All you have to do is ask” he murmured teasingly. My eyes dropped and heat swept through me at the state of the bed, I’m reminded of last night, he didn’t let up for hours, making me come as many times as my body could. In a way I didn’t think possible, so much so we slept in this morning.If he was concerned about missing any meetings, he didn’t show. I’d only gotten up when I got a call came in, it was Hannah to confirm the time for our study session today. It was then I'd seen a text in

Pain spreads across my face and underneath my eyes where she slapped me. I cradle my cheek with my palm shooting her the hardest devilish glare I could muster, my other hand curled into a fist at my side.Eunice leaned into me, pointing a sharp nail in my face “Your mother was a rat poor two-faced slut who stole her best friend’s boyfriend”“Liar” I shoved her out of my face. “Don’t touch my mother Katy, I’m fucking warning you” Monica yelled attacking me from the side. “Then tell her to stop fucking lying!” I pushed them away from me seething “You’re a liar, all you do is lie. And I know you’re lying because my mother would never be friends with someone shallow and devious like you!” I spat. It was her turn to laugh. “You don’t know anything you dumb bitch, David was mine first, I brought that-that” she shook her head. “They only came clean after I caught her fucking my boyfriend two months after I’d introduced them at a house party, said it was a mistake and they were in love, d

My eyes bulged. Had I really texted that? Yes... I had. I was... upset.I still am. Crap.I inhaled shakily some of the anger bleeding out of me. I shouldn’t hurl out words like that at him even if I am pissed and he wanted to consort with the enemy. I am sensible enough to admit that. I swallowed the knot in my throat, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, that was- was out of line” I stuttered suddenly swarmed with shame at my behavior.He stared at me, saying nothing. I clasped my fingers behind me, a jittery feeling, nerves building at the base of my spine. I tried to keep my voice as strong as when he’d first got here as I continued. “B-But it doesn’t change the fact I don’t want to see them, I never want to see them again, if you invite them over you’ll be seeing them a-alone” Ian crossed behind the desk, moving books and papers around, he pushed a drawer open and snapped it shut, then he nudged the table forward as though to test the strength, he nodded once as if to say it’l

I had a long nap when I got home. Just fell right in bed and slept for hours. It’s late afternoon when I blinked my eyes open, the time on my phone blinking back at me. I was very much tempted to go back to sleep, what would he do? Spank me again?I couldn’t help my scoff at the thought even as I rolled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.The absolute nerve of those two to even accept the invitation tonight after what they did speaks of their shitty behavior. They must know I’d rather eat nails than share a table with them, they were probably counting on it. The last think I want is for them to know how upset I am over it, that would just be another win for them. And like hell I’d let them get another one over me. So I stand in front of the mirror and start lining up products, if there’s one think I’ve learnt from Ian is the power of appearance.I might not want to be there, but I’ll be certain to be the hottest.Two hours later I tucked back a strand of hair, pinning it at t

I seat in the dinning for long moments, not sure how long, but the bottle is empty y the time I abandoned it on the table and made my way to my room.The house, so quiet.I kicked off my heels and found my phone, it was low.“Music” I need music, loud music.My thoughts, my brain. My mind. I couldn’t.I looked through my tote for my airpods and I’m reminded I’d left them in his room last night.I stumbled there in the dimly lit room, through the adjourning door.Its… empty. I listen for a moment, not in the bathroom or closet either.Probably working. Or went out. He’d been going out a lot these nights.I find my airpods on the nightstand, it was fully charged and I connect, slipping them into my ears, the last song, chandelier by Sia is a welcome distraction from my overwhelming thoughts.I begin undressing next, tugging out the pins in my hair and I hopped in the shower, the water scalding hot. My back hit the tiles and I slid down, down until I’m sitting on my heels.And then giggl