All Chapters of The Billionaire Panty Ripper: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eden’s POV Nancy leads the way and I follow, my feet shuffling swiftly and pounding against the floor. I follow her towards the living room where it seems something serious is going on. I can hear loud noises. We reach the doorway and stand there, peering into the room. I gasp so loud when my eyes meet the scene. “Sir Oliver!” Nancy is quick to hush me. “Shush! Just stay quiet and watch.” My mouth drops open the more I stare. There is Mr Calloway, pointing a gun at his own son, his face red and wrinkled with rage. He’s being held back by his wife whose sharp voice is echoing in the room. What the heck is this? “I’ll kill you!” he screams on top of his lungs, charging like a bull. “I won’t put up with any more of your disgrace! I’m going to kill you!” Mrs Calloway is pulling him back and struggling to make him put down the gun. “Christopher, please! Let go of the gun! What will you gain by killing him? You’ll only make matters worse!” “I’ll be doing the whole world a huge favou

Eden's POV Sir Oliver's hands clamp on my breasts and give them a firm yet gentle squeeze. I moan inaudibly, breathing heavily. He presses his lips on mine and starts kissing me. He does it with fervent passion tinged with tenderness while kneading my breasts and tonguing my mouth. My body stiffens, whelmed by the immense pleasure his hands and lips are filling me with. He lifts my shirt upwards, without breaking the kiss and cups my boob. I feel a sudden sweet chill course through me at his touch and I jerk a little. Sir Oliver pushes more of his weight against me, nudging the centre of my thighs with his hard cock. It throbs against me, making me wetter down there. He takes a hold of my swollen nipple and rubs circles around it before giving it a rough squeeze. I whimper into the kiss and sink my teeth into his plump bottom lip. I suck on Sir Oliver's lip with a hunger that matches his own. He seems to like it because a guttural moan spills out of his lips and his cock pulsates

Eden's POV Sir Oliver effortlessly reaches for the lavender oil and takes it down. He drops it on the counter but doesn't peel his body away from mine. We're practically fused together, his chest pushing against my back. He holds my messy hair in a handful and pushes it over my shoulder, baring one side of my neck to him. He nuzzles my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin. I squirm and almost fall down, my legs turning to jelly. But Sir Oliver throws one arm around my waist, pinning me against him. He plants a soft kiss on my neck and I suck in a harsh breath. He gives me a flurry of kisses there, nibbling at my flesh at intervals and mumbling against my skin. “Sir Oliver...,” I whimper, tilting my head to grant him more access. He greedily takes it, sucking my skin with a hunger that's scary. While one arm is hooked around my waist, his free hand is now getting occupied, cupping my breasts one after the other. “Sir Oliver,” I moan softly, my body tingling and burning. “Someone

Eden's POV I swallow hard and clasp my hands together, fidgeting with my fingers. Ma'am Pearla's face is masked with anger and disappointment. I just know that I'm finished. My time here is done. I only wish I could've stayed longer. "Eden, what is the meaning of this?!" she thunders. I shut my eyes as my heart thumps, expecting to hear “You're fired” or something of that sort. But it doesn't come. At least not yet. And then Ma'am Pearla points down to the marble floor, making my gaze follow in that direction. “Look at the floor! You were supposed to polish it yesterday but it's still streaked and dull!” I'm stunned. It's like I forget how to speak. Is this why she sent for me? I don't understand. “There's a party happening in one week. Do you know how many guests we have coming?! I expect everything to be sparkling clean at all times, Eden! So why is my floor still looking like someone took a dump on it?!” I blink rapidly like an idiot and then stutter, “I... I'm sorry, Ma'am

Eden's POV The woman shrieks, drawing the attention of most of the guests around her. She stares in horror at her silver dress, the wine splattered all over it and spreading like a dark blotch across her chest. It's even dripping down her neck. I'm so dead! “I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry!” I apologize the moment I'm out of my dazed state. How could I have been so clumsy? What's with me and spilling drinks for heaven's sake?! The woman sends me a nasty glare so hot it could melt steel and reduce me to ashes. “You stupid klutz!” I don't stop apologizing. “Please forgive me, it was a mistake. I really didn't mean to—” “Shut up!” she snarls and stares down at her dress one more time. “You ruined my dress, ugh! You will pay for this!” Sir Oliver just stands still, observing the scene. I'm silently praying that he intervenes. I look at him with desperate, pleading eyes, my face scrunched in fear. But he's stoic, his expression remains unreadable and he doesn't utter a single word.