All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

IRIS“Put me down!” I yelled as Les forced me towards the exit of the club. He had wasted no time in throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me out of the dancing area, despite Hilda's and Meera's attempts to stop him. “Seriously, put her down, Les.” Hilda said, somewhere behind me. She had followed us from the dancing area while Meera went to call for help.Les slowed to a stop just a few meters to the exit. “Hilda, get out of my way. I don’t want to hurt you.” Les said in an icy cold manner. “Well, you'll have to do just that because you're not leaving here until you let my best friend go.”“That's right.” Roscoe's deep voice boomed, somewhere to my right. “Put her down, Les. Things don't have to get ugly.” “And If I don't?”Immediately, I heard a flurry of steps and the clicking of several guns, which meant Roscoe's men had Les surrounded. “Is that supposed to scare me?” Les asked in a slightly amused tone, and then I heard another array of commotion. Craning my neck to the s

IRISI can't write. The realization settled on me like a wet blanket, causing me to shiver from time to time. It'd been a while since the club incident happened, and after that, I had gone for the interview at Hollow - a reputable magazine brand with influence abroad. Days later, I had received an email informing me that I was one of the top candidates listed for the position and I was to write a piece on a certain topic and have it submitted by a stipulated period of time. Now, I was excited to get the news, which meant that I had the chance to finally start building my life back up again. But my excitement didn't last. When I sat down behind the computer to write something, I came up blank. Of course, what did I expect? I hadn't written any pieces in close to a year, and I hadn't even practised before applying. Having experienced and knowing how to battle writer's block, I tried all the tactics I usually used as a journalist and came up short.And the more time passed with the cu

LESMy latest instagram post had garnered over five hundred thousand likes and around seventy thousand comments asking who the woman in the photo I just posted was and if Les the Billionaire was finally settling down. It was the end of another day at the office and I was exhausted to the bone. Yesterday, I had taken Iris to an aquarium in Brooklyn to see the fish. During the early days of discovering her, I had scoured her social media for any sort of information that I could find and had learnt she loved the beach and sea animals. In fact, at some point she wrote a piece advocating for an endangered species in the Hawaii terrain and had a gallery of pictures of her swimming with dolphins and on one occasion posing with a shark. So her love for sea animals ran deep. Hence, my idea of bringing her here. And it was worth it. Iris had been captivated from the start, instantly pointing out fish species and giving random information about them. I had intended for us to watch the whales

IRISI spun in my work chair for the hundredth time and when I still couldn't figure out my assignment, I slammed my laptop shut and let out a strangled groan. Letting my head fall to my hands, I squeezed my eyes shut wondering why I couldn’t write. The issue wasn't the fact that I wasn't well versed in this industry. I had written dozens of articles like this during an early time in my career before I discovered investigative journalism. I just didn't know why I was experiencing a block now. “Is everything alright?”I snapped my head up to see Meera watching me with concern. Checking the wall clock, I realized it was around three p.m which was the usual time Meera came back from work. “Yea. Everything is fine.” I smiled and leaned back in my seat. “I saw you slam your laptop, Iris.” She took a seat opposite me. “That doesn't seem fine to me.”I sighed and let my shoulders sag before proceeding to let her in on my struggle with my writing. “I can't bring out a single word and tomo

IRISWe arrived at the restaurant and, as usual, Les was the one to open the car door for me. I got out feeling like a princess and even more on an ego boost when Les took my hand in front of his lady admirers and proceeded to walk in along with our bodyguards. I felt like blushing, and I think I did, when I felt the heated gaze of his admirers on us. Even questions like, “Who’s she?” floated to my ears, but I couldn’t care less because I was Les’ girl tonight!Jeez! I better get a hold of yourself. Les is just a human being like me. I need to stop freaking out!The moment we entered the lobby, I saw a lot of people gathered with disappointed faces and disgruntled looks, but I couldn’t tell why they seemed unhappy. Paying close attention, I heard one of them murmur that the rooftop restaurant was closed.Disappointment set in because that's where I had initially planned to have my date with Les and I was about to tell hin that when a smartly dressed female in uniform approached us wi