All Chapters of The Billionaire: Forbidden Lust Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Thank you for coming in on a Saturday,” Walter said, dressed as though this were a Monday morning press conference.I’d done the same, wearing a black suit for the occasion, his retainer ensuring that I would be on and prepared, no matter the day or time.“You asked for a digital mockup before the physical rendering,” Walter said to Jo. “So, that’s what the architect has prepared.”As excited as I was for this moment, I was also dreading it. The ideas Jo had given the architect were unique and sounded fantastic, but that didn’t mean they would translate to a design that would actually work. I was worried like hell that I was going to hate it. That Walter was going to hate it. That I would give my opinion—something I would never lie about—and it wouldn’t be in her favor.That in front of her father, I’d have to go against the woman I loved.And knowing how much Walter valued my opinion, it made me sick to think what that would do to her career.Walter pointed a remote toward the wall

“Yeah …” I eyed the bread, but I wasn’t ready to put anything in my stomach. “Something like that.”“What did I miss?” Jo asked as she took her seat.“Jenner was just telling me that he’s off the market.” Walter chuckled. “Take it from a perpetual bachelor who’s seen it all; when a woman returns to your life, she doesn’t leave again. That shit right there deserves to be celebrated.” He raised his glass and clinked it against mine.Jo looked at me, her expression telling me she wanted to make a fucking run for it.My chest tightened. My hands felt unsteady as I lowered my glass and said, “Walter, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” I made eye contact with Jo again. “Something we need to talk to you about.”“I assumed that’s why we’re here.” He moved his menu to the side, leaning his elbows on the table. “What’s going on? Do you have more ideas for Utah? A change in the design? What?”I’d spent all day trying to come up with the best way to discuss this with him. How to appr

“That’s fine, Dad. You don’t have to be happy. You can be angry and upset. You can be disappointed. I deserve all those things. But don’t take this out on him. Jenner doesn’t deserve that.”Just as my voice faded, our waitress returned to our table and said, “Are you ready to order your meals?” She noticed our untouched plates. “Or do you need a little more time?”Without looking at me, my father replied, “I don’t think we’ll be eating. In fact, why don’t you box up all this food”—he nodded toward me—“so she can take it home?”He reached into his pocket and removed his wallet and handed her his credit card. She took it and disappeared.At the same time, we both glanced at Jenner’s card, sitting on the tablecloth between us. As I was about to pick it up, he did instead, slipping it into his wallet.“I need some time, Joanna.” He drank the rest of his scotch. “I need to process this …”“That’s fine,” I told him. “I get it.”More silence began to beat away until the waitress returned wit

He drained his scotch and called the bartender over for another. “Today, for the first time in a long time, I saw my daughter’s smile not as bright as it usually is. I saw her mope through meetings and eat lunch at her desk instead of going out with her colleagues. That’s not her. That’s the result of this.” His finger traced the air between us. “Prior to today, I’d never seen her happier. Hell, I thought it was her job that was giving her that smile.” He paused. “Now, I know it was you.”I was silent for a few moments before I said, “I won’t hurt her.” I halted and then added, “You need to know that Jo’s safe with me.”That was a promise I’d never intended on making, one I’d never even contemplated before.But I could say those words to Walter and mean them.“You bet your ass you won’t hurt her.” He gripped his cup like it was a gun. “I’ll hang you by the fucking balls if you do.”I took a breath. “Walter, you can trust me. I know that’s easy to say from this end, and given what you

I tore at his tie, pulling the knot until it was loose enough to slip off his head. I then went to work on the buttons of his shirt, popping each one through the hole until he could get his arms out, the jacket coming off as well. I stood from his lap, so he could remove his pants and I could reach behind my back to lower the zipper of my dress.Except the moment my fingers hit the tiny piece of metal, he growled, “Leave it on.” His eyes dipped to my feet. “Those too.” He pointed at the desk while he unbuckled his belt. “And I want your ass up there, sitting.”I lifted myself onto the edge, where I’d been just a few minutes before, and watched him strip, leaving his suit pants and shoes and socks where they landed on my floor. He eventually stood in front of me, completely naked.“Damn …” I took my time, my eyes traveling the length of him, my body lighting on fire from the sight, my pussy tingling as he pumped his cock. “For the record, I don’t know if I’ll ever stop saying that when