All Chapters of The Billionaire Panty Ripper: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Eden's POV Can my life get any worse? Why did I have to get fired? I ask myself, wiping the tear that's sliding down my cheek. I trudge home, clutching my purse and sobbing as I think about how I'm going to get another job. I really need money and hence, I had to put up with so much at the diner. I didn't care about how greasy the floors were, or how the smell of stale coffee clung to my uniform the whole day, or even how the customers treated me like dirt. I didn't care about how the toilets always seemed to be clogged, or how the trash cans were always overflowing, or even how the kitchen sink was usually filled with greasy water. Even when the kitchen was infested with rats and cockroaches, I kept my mouth shut because I wanted to keep my job. The customers' irritating and nagging attitudes didn't seem to hold me back even when they bothered me. And neither did my former boss' grumpiness. That man hates me and I have no idea why. It's not like I ever did anything wrong to him.

Eden's POV He wants to see me? Why does he want to see me? Well, I know why but... Why? Does he want to scold me for walking in on him naked? Or does he want to fire me? Wait, can he fire me? Oh God! My mind is a mountain of questions right now and my heart is beating fast. I don't want to lose my job, especially not on my very first day. That'll only prove that I'm the loser my dad says I am. This is a disaster. Everything is a disaster. I can't stop cursing myself right now. Why the hell did I waltz into his bathroom like that? Couldn't I at least have knocked first before entering? But then again, there was no way I could've known that he was inside. The bedroom was practically empty and I didn't hear a sound coming from the bathroom. Is it possible that the bathroom is soundproof? It doesn't matter now anyway. I'm in big trouble and that's what I have to worry about. I've only been working here for a few hours and I've already seen him naked. I can't believe it! I just hope t

Eden's POVMy eyes meet Sir Oliver's. And quickly move to the woman standing next to him. He has his arm tightly wrapped around her slim waist. The woman is busy purring and showering kisses all over his chest which gapes open through his shirt. Her red lipstick is smudged all over the man's shirt.Ugh, I certainly do not need to see this. Are these women always like this? So shameless? Can't she wait to get inside his bedroom before soaking his shirt with her spit and doing whatever it is that brought her here?I stare at her longer than I intended to. I have to say she's pretty though. Long perfect blonde hair, big boobs a doctor probably gave her and flawless skin, she's the kind of girl the magazine covers love. Unlike me. But I still have my dignity intact. Unlike her.“Eden.” I hear Sir Oliver call me again.I return my gaze to him. “Sir?”“Did you hear what I just said?” He narrows his eyes at me.“Uh… Sorry sir, I wasn’t paying attention. Can you repeat it please?”Sir Oliver’

Eden's POV My mum is Mrs Calloway? The rich man she left my father for is Christopher Calloway? This is so hard to believe. It's hard for my mother as well. It takes one good minute for her to get out of her shock. And I can't blame her. Imagine abandoning your daughter and forgetting she exists only to find out she's now a maid at your new home. What could be crazier than that? My mother tears her gaze from me and inhales a breath. She hooks her arm in her husband's and proceeds further into the house. She walks away from me. Just like that. She doesn't even glance at my direction. My eyes start to sting. Tears pool them but I fight them off. I wouldn't want to be caught crying. Even though it feels like I'm being pricked in my heart, I refuse to cry. All these years of wondering about my mother, wishing to see her again and now that I finally have, she doesn't even acknowledge me. It’s like I’m invisible to her. It hurts. It hurts so bad. I wasn't expecting her to pull me int

Eden's POV It's heavenly, the way Sir Oliver deepens the kiss and probes my mouth with his tongue. He cups my face with one hand, mashing his lips on mine. Our tongues touch and it makes my heart race all the more. The electrifying feeling coursing through me is so foreign and exciting. Sir Oliver's hand grips my waist and pulls me closer, his lips now demanding. I shut my eyes and melt into him as the kiss gets hungrier. He groans against my lips the same time his hand slides up my body, cupping one of my breasts. I arch against him, a soft moan escaping my lips. His other hand moves under my skirt, his fingers tracing the inside of my thigh and making me shudder. My eyes suddenly shoot open and my breath hitches. I pull away in that instant and shove Sir Oliver off me. I don't miss the appalling look on his face when I do that. Without saying anything, I bolt from the garden, my heart hammering against my chest. He doesn't call after me. And even if he does, I won't turn back. I