All Chapters of The Billionaire's Obsession (His Addiction): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Billionaire's Obsession Ciara Mendes Today was the day I was departing for New York, and I had mere hours left before my flight. Los Angeles traffic was brutal, and I knew I had to leave soon to make it to the airport. Given the choice, I might have opted out of this trip, but alas, debts must be settled. For just a few hours, I could endure the company of a spoiled rich kid rather than resorting to something that could land me in prison—and give my mother yet another reason to be disappointed in me.I placed the flash drive in front of Melissa as she typed away on her desktop computer. She looked like she could use a spa day; her red hair was tousled, and her white-framed glasses were slightly crooked. I probably looked half as bad myself, having stayed up until three in the morning trying to write an article on Tanaya Henry. Tanaya had done her part, and I was simply supposed to write it flawlessly, but I struggled to complete it as quickly as usual due to the weight of m

Giovanni Haynes Mateo was right; tonight, I wasn't behaving like myself. Where was all that self-confidence I used to embody? It felt like Jasmine still held all the power over me, even after two years of silence between us, reminding me of the deep impact she had on my life."Forget it. You probably don't even stand a chance with her," Mateo said, his voice laced with skepticism, as if trying to shake me from my reverie and bring me back to reality, but his words only fueled the fire of my determination."You've lost it man, all that charm. You don't stand a chance with a beauty like that." That was it, Mateo was playing with fire. "Are you doubting me?" I asked him, a mix of annoyance and challenge in my voice.He shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze unwavering, and replied, "Are you doubting yourself?" His words cut deeper than I expected, forcing me to confront the insecurities bubbling beneath the surface."Fine, let's make a deal," I declared, adrenaline surging through m

Ciara Mendes The sound of heels clicking against the tiles drew my attention away from the iMac I was working on to the elegant beauty swaying into my small office. She walked with an air of confidence that was utterly justified; after all, anyone adorned in Louboutin heels, a designer peach dress that hugged their figure, and radiating an undeniable glow would undoubtedly exude such assurance."Evei—" I started to say, but before I could finish, she interrupted with an enthusiastic, "Surprise!"This was truly unexpected; just two days ago, she had mentioned she had a packed agenda but assured me she would be there for me once it was complete. I hadn't anticipated seeing her until the end of this week, or at least the beginning of the next.Getting up, I embraced her tightly in a hug, feeling a rush of warmth and relief. “I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon,” I confessed, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes, which sparkled with excitement."I know, but I had

Ciara Mendes Every word that Evei and Navia spoke last night was spot on. My relationship with Fisher wasn’t meant to last; now that everything has crumbled like the Titanic, I can remember all the times when I should have reflected more deeply on our issues. If I had, I might have seen this coming.Fisher didn’t want kids, and nothing I said could change his mind. After we got married, he wanted me to move to Chicago with him, despite the fact that I was born and raised here. I truly enjoy living in Los Angeles.I always felt pressure to be perfect around him, and I vividly remember a few months ago when I dyed my hair a lighter shade. He was so upset that I had to change it back to its natural raven color immediately.The signs had always been there, but I had chosen to ignore them.After Micah dropped us off at my apartment, he stayed in the living room editing his pictures while Navia and Evei joined me in my room, offering their opinions and support that truly lifted my sp

Ciara Mendes "A strip club, Eve? Are you serious right now?" The woman shrugged her shoulders in response.I should have anticipated something like this the moment the persistent model insisted—more like compelled me—to wear this utterly ridiculous choice of clothing. Clearly, this was what she had up her shimmery silver sleeves.Sure, it might not have been a bad idea if there were male strippers shaking their goods while I threw my hard-earned money at them, but instead, there were only women dancing around in tiny scraps of fabric—and a few who had chosen to wear nothing at all."You didn't want to meet a guy, so I figured, why not meet a girl instead? There are plenty here who would love to help you get over your troubles," she said, pouring Navia a glass of brandy. We were in a secluded VIP room surrounded by soundproof glass, allowing us to see everything happening below while remaining unnoticed. It felt like a private box, with small sections on each sid