Lahat ng Kabanata ng LOCKED IN WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Abigail's POV *** "A meeting?" I mused to myself, the words echoing in my head. I knew I had to get there on time and make a good impression, especially since it was my first day on the job. I couldn't afford to make a bad first impression.After carefully adjusting my dress, I took a deep breath and checked my reflection in the mirror. The silk gown shimmered in the light, and I made sure the fabric was smooth and wrinkle-free. It didn't take long to find the executive floor, thanks to the clearly marked signs and helpful staffs. The elevator whisked me up to the correct level, and I stepped out into a gleaming hallway, decorated with fine art and luxurious furnishings.I entered the room, the door creaking slightly as it closed behind me. Inside, a group of people were gathered around a large table, and they turned to look at me in unison. I felt their collective gaze on me, like a spotlight shining down on me from above. I tried to keep my composure as I looked around the room u

Abigail POV***"Could you prepare a macchiato espresso using the coffee machine?"Reluctantly, I turned to face him, feeling a pang of irritation. What did he think I was? I wasn't a coffee maker; I was his personal assistant.But despite my reluctance, I couldn't refuse. I didn't have a choice; my job was at stake."Yes, of course," I responded, my voice coming out slightly stiff. With measured steps, I walked back to the table and carefully set down the files.I made my way over to the coffee maker, which was somewhere in his office.It took me a while to prepare it, but when I finished, I reached out to hand him his freshly made coffee."Here it is"The scalding heat from the coffee burned my fingertips as I held it, but I gritted my teeth and endured the discomfort, silently urging him to take it from my outstretched hand."Take a sip," he instructed, his tone firm.I shook my head in protest, signaling that I couldn't drink something that wasn't intended for me."I'm sorry, but

Abigail's POV***Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at the image reflected back at me.The red lipstick I wore perfectly complemented my knee-length gown, which I had chosen earlier in the morning after Audrey left for school on the bus.It was time for me to head to work, which is why I opted for this simple yet elegant dress. Luckily, it wasn't showing too much, and I stole a quick glance at the small slit positioned just above my knee.Five minutes had passed since I ordered for a ride online and I was expecting the driver to get here soon.A sharp honking sound pierced through the air, signaling his arrival.There wasn't much to take so I grabbed my purse and I was ready to go.After twenty minutes, I arrived at the company, offering greetings to everyone I encountered on my way in."What lovely people," I thought to myself as they greeted me back with a warm smile.I checked my watch and saw it was already 7:50 in the morning, realizing I was twenty minutes behind schedu

Third POV***After spending hours in the bathroom, Henry finally came out, his face appearing a bit paler than usual.Now Abigail was done with the drawings, she hadn't even noticed that he was in the bathroom and only saw him walking towards his table.She couldn't help herself from wondering why his face was pale, maybe he was hungry, she thought innocently.When she glanced at the time on the wall, it was already a quarter past two.Abigail's stomach growled, signaling her that she was hungry. She knew she had to eat something, and soon, or she would be driven to madness by the constant ache in her belly.Abigail gathered up the papers on the desk and held them out to Henry. He took them with a nod and gestured for her to set them down on the table. She did so, placing them carefully on the surface.Her stomach growled louder and this time it did not escape Henry's ears.Henry picked up the phone, punching in the number of his favorite Italian restaurant. He ordered three plates o

Third POV***The morning light streamed through the window, landing directly on Henry's eyes. He squinted, trying to block out the bright rays as he blinked and attempted to wake up. He had slept on the sofa at night and surprisingly this was one of the best nights he had ever had in ages."Daddy, you are awake."Henry's eyes shot open, only to be greeted by the sight of a small, round face hovering above him. Startled, he sat up, wondering how a child had gotten so close to him without his knowledge. As he took in the child's features, he realized that he recognized the little face - it was Audrey, his son.Everything that happened was not a dream, it was indeed real. He really had a son that wasn't a product of his imagination.As Henry saw Audrey's face, a wide grin spread across his face and he sat up from the sofa."It's not a dream," Henry murmured, the words feeling strange and unfamiliar as he spoke them aloud. He reached out and touched Audrey's shoulder, needing physical c