All Chapters of Bound By the Billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Quit moving” she scolds.“Sorry” I say on a laugh. Finally she steps back.I patted my belly, the chain now rests under at my hips just beneath my belly button. I sway a little and I see it accentuates the dips of my tiny waist, drawing eyes the curve of my hips. Loose enough to move when I do but not enough to fall off.“Sexy girl” Hannah commented and I actually blushed.“Interesting”“Now you’re ready, let’s take pictures, Kyle will be here any moment”We stand in front of her full length mirror and make kissy faces changing poses as she snaps a few shots.“Sit on the bed, lean back” she clicks off the camera a few times, “Go for sexy, yes yes, fire girl! Do your back, can’t let that top go to waste” I smile wide and do as she directs. Flipping my hair over my shoulder to give her a better shot.“Yes! You have to post some of this on the gram Katy, it’d be an absolute wait not to and I’ll never forgive you”I reach for her phone and she pulled me into front of the mirror for mor

** The house been strangely quiet in his absence. Not like he goes around making a lot of noise, but there was this awareness in his presence. You could be felt in the air, in every room I entered since Thursday. In this case, his absence. Its an hour since I returned from my classes and Ian is set to return tomorrow. In as much as I’ve enjoyed having some space and can finally enjoy some peace without worrying about bumping into him anywhere of him showing up at the oddest times, I realized I strangely missed being around him, seeing him in the mornings, his infuriating smirks, the weight of his gaze on my skin. I can’t believe it’s been just three weeks since I met him. Moved here. three freaking weeks. I’ve cursed more in three weeks than I have in my entire life, but that’s Ian for you. he could make a saint experience berserker rage. I laughed quietly at the thought. I’d just left the kitchen, popping my knuckles after a particularly vicious typing session for a paper. I wa

“Join me for dinner” Ian said after a moment, his gaze held mine. I bit my bottom lip shaking my head as pleasure warmed my belly, it made me heady “I just ate” He doesn’t even move “Then you can watch me eat” “That’s not creepy or anything” I complained but I was smiling, his eyes dropped to my lips. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear suddenly feeling quite shy and light, I worried I might float into the clouds. He had this way about him, I was both bold and shy in his presence. Contradicting, I know but that was my new reality. I inches to the side and closer to the door “I really have to work on my paper” “I’m certain you’ve been working so hard you should rest, take some time off” he turns me around by his hands on my shoulders, leading us back into the room and away from the door where I planned on making my escape. He pulls out a chair and I sit without much prompting. his hands dropped to my shoulders. “Let’s discuss last weekend while I was away” I looked at him ov

The door shuts quietly behind us. The room is toasty, I almost feel my face begin to thaw. The heat is on full blast. A trail of water runs from my scalp down my neck and down the front of my dress. My fingertips tingle.He tips my head back to get me to look at him, green eyes looks do on mine with intensity a breath passes my lips. He watches me for a moment, Ian pats my hair once more with the towel “I’ll be right back” I watch his back as he moves directly to the bathroom, the light comes on and I hear water running and he returns without his jacket, no tie and the arms of his shirt pushed up. The black waistcoat now damp from my hair matches his charcoal pants and belt. He removes the wet towels from my shoulders and head dumping them on the floor. “Would you like to bath with your bag?” The question snapped me from my frozen haze and I realize I’m still hugging my bag pack and the car keys to my chest. I release it slowly and Ian smiles encourageinly. He takes them

“Why are you up?” He tosses his phone into the table the second he sees me, getting up and abandoning his mug beside the plates. “Shouldn’t you be resting?” Resting? I just woke up. “Uh? I have classes today” He meets me halfway into the room his hands coming to my upper arms over the material of my dress. “Skip. You almost caught your death out there last night” I shook my head. I finger clutching the sides of my dress at the thought of last night, my loose hair flying about my cheeks. “I feel much better now” He looked down at me. “Are you sure?” “Sure” I answered. Trying to sound fine. His eyes remains on my for a long moment, before skimming my cheeks and down my neck. “You do look much better this morning” he turns but doesn’t release me, leading me to my usual chair at the table, pulling it back and tucking me in. “Thought I would prefer if you stayed in bed for the day just to be safe” “That would be a waste” “Prioritizing your health is never a waste Kitten” Now sea