All Chapters of LOCKED IN WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Third POV***"Well, well, well," the woman purred, her lips curled in a sly smirk. "You must be Henry's new chick." She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Abigail's face. "What's it like being his latest conquest?”Abigail's eyes scanned the name that was boldly written in color gold- Cassandra.She didn't like that Cassandra referred to her as Henry's 'chick' so she avoided the question and remained silent."I'm so sorry about that," she said with a smile. "Let's start again. My name is Cassandra, but you can call me Cass, if you like."Cassy extended her hand for a handshake and reluctantly Abigail accepted, retracting her hand almost immediately."I'm Abigail." She already knew that Cassy knew her name but for the sake of courtesy, she decided to introduce herself again."Well, nice to meet you" Cassy lifted her glass, her eyes sparkling with mischief. With a wink, she clinked her glass against Abigail's before tipping her head back and draining her drink in one gulp

Abigail's POV***"Flirting?" As Henry looked at me, his gaze turned intense, the heat of his stare causing my heart to race. He leaned in, closing the distance between us. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, my heart beating wildly. As he stood before me, mere inches from my face, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. Suddenly I heard him chuckle and I turned to look at him with an angry glare. If my stare could kill a man then I'm sure he would have been dead a while ago."Do you think this is funny? Huh, answer me?" I asked with gritted teeth, I could feel my hands clench involuntarily."No" I heard him say nonchalantly and I scoffed, not wanting to believe that he was having fun when I was damn serious about this."Get out of my way Henry!"He stood with his feet planted firmly on the ground, a look of cool indifference on his face. His gaze was fixed on me, looking like the playboy that he was.It was obvious that he wasn't going to let me walk away, why was he mak

Third POV***The music stopped and the dance was over, but she felt frozen in place, unable to move even as the other dancers around her gracefully came to a stop. The spotlight was still shining down on her. All eyes were on her and it made her feel even more trapped.Abigail didn't realize that coming with Henry will be this overwhelming, the attention, the surprises and whispers from the crowd was a lot more than she could get used to within a short period of time.As she looked around at the crowd, Abigail realized that this wasn't going to be a quick ordeal. She would have to endure the stares and whispers for the rest of the evening, and there was no escape. Even though standing with Henry and gazing into his captivating eyes was a magical moment, she was nervous and shaky all through the dance.Slowly, Henry led her away from the crowd and into a more private area. Before the dance, Abigail had been told that they would be staying the night in this grand hall, and leaving th

Third POV *** "I'm assuming that it's a yes, right?" Henry asked just to be sure. Zayn brought down the glass from his lips and placed it on the table, he stared back at Henry with an expressionless face. Henry had done so much for him in the past, and he felt like he owed him. This wasn't a matter of choice, it was about loyalty and gratitude. "Alright, fine! I will keep an eye on her every move. If my boys suspect anything suspicious then I will make sure to inform you about it." Henry let out the breath he never knew he was holding. "Thank you" Zayn was about to reply when the door to the room slammed open, and four women dressed in lacy, revealing lingerie burst in. Each woman held a bottle of champagne, their eyes glinting with desire as they looked at the two men. Meanwhile, Henry spared none of them a glance, he was lost deep in thought. As they approached, the women's steps were sickenly seductive, their hips swaying with each step. They placed the bottles of champagne

Abigail's POV *** "Snow!" I called out again, my voice hoarse as I struggled to catch my breath. My fluffy little cutie was really trying hard to make me go after him, yes he was a male. Snow came to an abrupt stop, he turned to look at me and I saw him lying quietly on the floor. "Are you ready to stop running?" I said, grinning as I approached him. I gently stroked the soft fur of his back, my fingers sinking into the plush white coat. He was very warm and fluffy also. I smiled down at Snow, my heart melting as I gazed at his fuzzy little face. "You're such a good boy," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. I held him close as I walked into the kitchen, feeling a sense of relief that he was safe in my arms and partly because I didn't have the strength to run after him again. As I walked towards the main kitchen, I heard sobs from the room, the sobs grew louder and I stopped to listen. It was safe to call it eavesdropping. I stood beside the door and placed my head near it