All Chapters of The Untamed Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

May’s POV I decided to put my hair down and let the soft curls I had put my hair flow on my back. I made sure that I wasn’t wearing a lot of makeup, using just a brush of mascara, a darker shade of blue eyeshadow, and a pink lipstick to add color to my lips. After that, I walked to my dress to wear it. Emily and I had settled against a blue long satin dress that had a slit in front of the left side of my leg up to my upper thigh, and it was off the shoulders. It wouldn't have been my first choice because of how open and too fitted it was, but I loved that it was the one we settled on, because I didn't want to look like a joke when Asher saw me tonight. Although, I would make sure to avoid him as much as I could for the better part of the night, because it was the safest thing to do. I slipped into the dress and struggled with the zipper but after a couple of minutes, I was able to do it. Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at my reflection and tried smiling a bit to make me

May’s POV I threw my head back, and the sound of my own laughter surprised me; a flowing release that reflected off the walls of Bradley's nicely decorated office. It felt strangely liberating, yet absurd, to laugh like this when I least expected it. I shouldn’t be doing this, because it might come across as rude, so I tried to simmer down and talk to him instead. "I'm sorry," I said, still chuckling as I wiped a stray tear from the corner of my eye. "It's just... what you said, it's funny, in a strange way." I wasn’t kidding at all, that was how what he said sounded to me, so strange I couldn’t even hold my laughter back the second time. Bradley's expression softened, a curious tilt to his head. "Why is it funny to you, May?" he asked me, squinting his eyes. Although, Bradley still looked serious, I felt like laughing again, but I pushed the urge down. "It's just that..." I paused, collecting my thoughts. "If what you said was true, and somehow I've made him soft, gotten throu

May’s POVI went to the balcony trying to find the rescue I needed, and it wasn’t until I was there that I realized a young woman had followed me out.She was young, maybe in her early twenties, more like twenty one, and had blonde hair like I do, with a nice dress on a skinny body. She was tall, but I couldn’t really tell with her heels on.She was really pretty as well, but I didn’t recognize her at all. She must be a part of the family’s friend or something. I wasn’t sure. I waited for her to say something, because I didn’t even know why she had followed me out."Damn! That man is so hot! You're such a lucky girl," she teased me, "and I can tell he loves you so much.” She said.For a moment, I stared at her like she had lost her head. “What man are you talking about?” I asked her with a frown on my face, not sure what she was talking about.The young woman smiled with a shake of her head, then she asked. “Are you serious? How many guys do you have?” then she shook her head with a s

Asher’s POVOkay, maybe we needed to put a stop to this line of talks, so I raised my hands up in surrender."Look, I... I'm sorry," I said, running a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of her stare as she looked at me. "I just... I needed to talk to you, away from all those people.” I said, hoping that would change things a little and we would stop barking at each other.But there was no such thing. “Needed to talk or needed to control the situation?" May's words were like ice, and they cut through me sharper than any knife could.I swallowed hard, trying to gather my thoughts. This was not how I had envisioned this night going, not in the slightest. But here we were, standing in the dim light of my bedroom, a place I had never thought would serve as our fighting space."Control? No, that's not what this is about, May," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "I just... we never really got to finish our conversation that day you came to the house. There's so much

Asher's POVI met Alex Dunn at a quiet diner downtown, where they served the best grilled chicken and fries with coffee that was strong enough to peel paint, and I chose a booth that was shrouded in shadows. I didn’t want anyone recognizing me or anything, so this was a good spot for us to talk.He slid into the seat opposite me, his face unreadable as always. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all, and I felt like it was what made him excel at what he does."Alex, I need an address," I started without any preamble as soon as he was settled in front of me. At that, he raised an eyebrow, and I could tell he had a question for me. I leaned in, keeping my voice low, because I couldn’t tell who was who.If there were to be a reporter in the room, he would not only recognize me but know me as well, and then he would hear me as about my own wife’s address and would probably put things together to get the picture, even if it won’t be as accurate.That was the last thing he wanted."It's