All Chapters of No Escaping the Billionaire's Desire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Zephyra's POVI tapped my pen on my notepad as I studied the concept design I had drawn for the roof of the Chicago hotel. After doing some calculations, I turned to my other computer screen and scrolled through the U.S. Green Building Council website, checking over the information on their certification requirements. I took a few notes, then put my pen down and stretched.It had been Friday, and I had made it through my first week with the Wright Group. Aside from the confrontation with Lirael on Monday, it had been great. I scanned my surroundings and smiled. They had given us an impressive office, filled with sleek, modern workbenches, ergonomic chairs, and several drafting tables. Large windows lined two walls, allowing natural light to flood in and giving the space an airy, open feel. A small kitchen area with a fridge, microwave, and coffee machine was located at the far end.My desk sat in the corner, facing the rest of the room. The double computer screens blocked most of my v

Lirael's POVZephyra blinked, her lips parting. The next moment, her expression shuttered. "I don't know what you're talking about. This is a high-profile project. It's Jovan's job to make sure everything runs smoothly."I supposed it wasn't a surprise she didn't want to discuss her boyfriend with me."Jovan and Rachel seem to have a good working relationship," I said. I didn't know why I said it. It could be because I sensed some undercurrent between Jovan and the beautiful blonde. Or maybe it was because I was an asshole and recognized a kindred spirit when I saw one. And there was no doubt in my mind that Jovan was an asshole. After all, he had broken up with her once already—which I should probably thank him for—then come crawling back.Zephyra stared down at the plans in her hands. When she raised her gaze again, there was a spark of anger in the deep green of her eyes. The sight sent a flare of heat through me."I'm not sure what you're trying to insinuate," she said, "but my pe

Zephyra's POV"Why are we doing this again?" I asked Freya as our Uber pulled up in front of the club. A long line of people snaked its way down the block."Not surprising, considering the hype behind this place. Tonight is its grand opening, but it's already being touted as the next big hotspot—where the rich, famous, and beautiful will go to be seen.""Because you've been working hard for weeks, first on your proposal, and now on the project, and you need a break. We both do," she replied.I patted her knee sympathetically. Things had been a bit rough for her since Jaxson left for LA. She had been struggling with the temporary separation. She had even started teaching interior design classes at a community center a few evenings a week to keep herself distracted. I guessed a night out on the town would do us both good.After paying the driver, we climbed out. I smoothed down my sparkly green minidress, the one Freya said matched the color of my eyes. With bare legs and a pair of stra

Lirael's POVHer mouth fell open. "You've got to be kidding me. Do you still think I'm stalking you? I didn't know this was one of your clubs. I didn't even know you owned clubs."The glittering strobe lights reflected in her eyes, distracting me from her reply, and we stared at each other for a heartbeat that seemed to last too long. Then she wet her lips. "What do you want to talk to me about, Lirael?""You know, your attitude leaves a lot to be desired," I said."So does yours."I moved closer, tipping my head toward hers and enjoying the way her eyes flared and her pulse fluttered in her throat."What attitude is that?""Constantly accusing me of trying to manipulate you. And never saying you're sorry.""You want an apology?"Her chin tipped up. "It would help.""Why?"She blinked at me. "Because... you're wrong. And because..." Her gaze dipped, then rose to meet mine. "Because you hurt me." Emotion threaded through her voice.I brushed my thumb over her cheek, then pressed it to

Zephyra's POVThe car dropped us off, and I marched for the door. I fumbled while trying to get the key in the lock, so Freya gently took it from me and let us in.I dropped my purse on the table. “I’m going to take a shower.”“I’m sorry, Zee. I really am.” Freya gave me a long hug.I let out a ragged breath. “You never liked him.”“Because I didn’t think he was good enough for you,” she said, pushing my hair away from my face.I nodded, hating that tears continued to burn the backs of my eyes every time I thought back to what I saw. Also hating that my mind kept going to Lirael and the fact that he knew. That he practically spelled it out for me, and I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about.I turned the shower on as hot as I could bear and let it cascade over me. Jovan hadn’t called, which either meant he hadn’t seen my message yet or he had and was too chicken shit to talk to me. A sudden rush of nausea hit me. How the hell could I face him and Rachel on Monday with the