All Chapters of The Billionaire: Forbidden Lust Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I sucked in a mouthful of air. “Do you think that would happen if he found out about us? That he would … fire you?”He chuckled. “You’re kidding, right?” He was looking at me like I was an alien. “Jo, do you not understand how this works? You don’t fuck your client’s daughter, especially when she’s only twenty-two years old and still in college. I make decisions regarding your father’s business, his investments, his wealth. I have access to his confidential records, things only he and I know. If he found out what I did—what we did—the trust would be gone.”“I’ll make this right—”“You can’t. It’s not even an option. You’re just going to report to his LA office as planned and never tell him what happened between us, and we’re just going to move on as though nothing ever did.”My hand returned to the bed. “That’s it?” My stomach flipped, threatening to empty. “That’s the end of us? You’re just going to cut things off like I never mattered?”“That’s not fair.”“Neither is this.” Tears we

Dominick popped in, leaning against the doorframe. “What’s happening? What did I miss?”“We’re going out,” Ford told him, and then he looked at me. “Because I need a fucking drink.”“Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?” I asked.“Jesus fucking Christ,” Ford groaned. “Dominick, either meet us at Jenner’s or we’ll see you at the bar.”I checked the time at the top of my monitor.I had three hours.Except I needed that drink now.Ford left, and I looked at Dominick. “Any reason we should wait until eight to start drinking?”He came into my office and took a seat in front of my desk. “Hell no.”“Perfect answer.”I walked to the wet bar in the back of the room—one of the first things I’d had built when I took over this space. Fresh out of law school, I’d told my parents that clients would be impressed by it. In all actuality, it was for circumstances like this.“Cheers,” I said, handing him a glass as I returned to my seat.“Sounds like you’re over this day?”I nodded. “Not ju

Her stare reached places far deeper than my chest. “California is going to be the start of something wonderful for you.”“I hope so.”She returned to the glass she had been sitting behind and reached inside once it was open. “He cares about you—you do know that, don’t you?”“I do.”“Jenner just needs time to work this through his brain. You caught him off guard—not what happened per se, I mean, you, in general. Love is an uncharted territory for him.”“Is there anything I can do?” I glanced down at my gel polish that my nerves had caused me to slowly pick off. “You know, to speed the process up?”Monica had told me to be patient. My mother, who had dated sporadically since she and my father had divorced, had told me to be persistent.“I’ve apologized,” I told her even though I was sure she felt that. “I’ve offered solutions. I’ve told him I care about him. Nothing has changed. He still won’t budge.”She pulled out a piece of fudge that was white and blue and set it on a plate. She cut

“I have a meeting with your father.”She finally glanced at me again, the sensation in my chest pounding even harder now. “I know you’re not here to see me.”And then she looked away, leaving me with a fucking ache as the elevator began to rise.The emergency button was only inches from my hand. Pulling it would stop the elevator from moving.I was so fucking tempted.To back her up against the wall and punish her with my tongue.Ravage her.To show her how much I missed her.But I didn’t.I stared at the numbers as we climbed, each floor lighting up as we passed it. And seconds before we reached hers, I couldn’t avoid her any longer. I took in that beautiful profile, feeling my breath leave my body as I exhaled, wishing that air was hitting her skin while my nose grazed across her.I could almost taste her.I could certainly smell her, that fall scent wrapping around me in this small space.Part of me expected for her to be looking at me, for her eyes to be so fixed on mine, pleading

What didn’t help was that I could smell his cologne in the air.God, it was enticing. Spicy, sensual—if sex and lust had a scent, it was him.He sat on the other side of the jet. His laptop on a table in front of him, his fingers hitting the keys. The only time he ever took a break from typing was to pick up the coffee the flight attendant had delivered or to eat a piece of fruit from the plate she had given him.All I wanted was his attention on me.I shifted in my seat and reached into my purse, grabbing the box that I’d taken out of the freezer this morning. I carefully unwrapped the twine and opened the lid.“In the mood for something sweet?” I asked, holding the box toward him.He gradually looked up, his eyes holding mine for several seconds before they dipped to my hand. “Gloria’s?”I nodded. “I’ve gotten myself addicted, and fortunately, she ships.”He stayed quiet.I’d expected that.But he took the desserts from my hand and searched inside. “Coconut fudge?”“I asked her to p