All Chapters of BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

FLORA’S POV I had searched the entire house for my sketchbook, but it seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Panic had slowly settled in my chest. I couldn’t afford to lose it—not now when Vicky was giving me a rare opportunity to showcase my talent. Over the years, sketching had been my solace, something I poured my heart into during those long, quiet hours at the Kensington estate, it was a quiet rebellion against a world that kept telling me to stay small. It was the one thing that belonged to me. I remembered once, early in my marriage, when I had dared to show Jayden one of my sketches. I had been so eager to impress him, so hopeful. I had poured hours into that piece, excitedly detailing every seam and curve of the design, ready to show him that I was talented and capable of joining the family’s business. But he hadn’t even glanced at it for more than a few seconds before dismissing it like a used tissue and told me I was wasting my time on irrelevant things. “Who would wear

ALEX’S POV What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s been a week, and I still can’t get the image of Flora kneeling in my office out of my head. I keep telling myself to forget about it, that it was just an embarrassing misunderstanding. But it’s like my brain didn’t get the memo. Her wide, uncertain eyes are seared into my thoughts, resurfacing at the most inconvenient times—during meetings, phone calls, and even in the middle of the night when I should be dead asleep. I’ve tried everything. I asked David to line up more Subs, hoping to distract myself. He delivered, of course—each girl more stunning than the last, all eager to please. But no matter who walked through my door, none of them felt right. And it’s not like I even know what “right” is supposed to feel like anymore. All I know is that none of them were her. So, I did the only thing I could think of: I avoided her. I kept a careful distance at the office and stayed away from her department. Out of sight, out of mind, right? W

FLORA'S POV He didn’t stop until we were inside what had to be his bedroom. The space was massive, filled with muted colors and an air of quiet sophistication. He gently lowered me onto the edge of his ridiculously large bed, making sure I was steady before stepping back. “We’ll get you out of those wet clothes, get you warmed up, and then I’ll check your foot,” he said, his tone casual. Before I could process his words, he turned and disappeared into the adjoining walk-in closet. I blinked, still trying to catch up with what had just happened. He came back a moment later, dressed in a pair of loose navy shorts and a white tank top that clung to his broad chest in a way that did nothing to ease my frazzled nerves. He tossed me a shirt—one of his shirts. My fingers clenched around the soft fabric as I stared up at him, completely bewildered. “What...what am I supposed to do with this?” He arched a brow. “Wear it. Unless you would prefer to stay in those drenched clothes?” I sta

ALEX’S POV My mind was in a whirlwind. I stared at the assistant application forms on my desk, but they weren’t the reason my thoughts were in turmoil. I glanced to my left at the brown manila envelope sitting there, practically taunting me. I knew what was inside it, and I didn’t like it. Not one bit. Last night had tested every ounce of my self-control. Watching Flora stand there, drenched and vulnerable, had me teetering on the edge of losing it. And then... when I caught her in my red room, her curious eyes taking in every inch of my private space... I nearly snapped. It had taken everything in me not to charge at her, to claim her in a way that would leave her breathless and utterly helpless in my hands. But I had reminded myself—she’s my employee. Don’t mix business with pleasure, my internal rule that had, until now, been unbreakable. But with Flora, that rule was becoming more of an illusion, a guideline I was finding harder and harder to follow. I don’t know what it is

FLORA’S POV Two weeks passed, and everything between Alex and me remained strictly professional. Just like he promised, he gave me all the time I needed to work on my designs, and sometimes, he even threw in a compliment or two, offering suggestions that surprisingly made sense. He had a way of making me laugh, and sometimes he would buy me lunch—much to my surprise, since I was used to fetching coffee for people, not the other way around. Still, every time I saw him, my heart would pound a little faster, and my pussy still clenched. I didn’t want to disappoint him, and I didn’t want to let those feelings ruin what was growing between us—a friendship, something I hadn’t expected. My studio was tucked away in the annex of his mansion, which used to belong to Vicky. It was far enough from the main house that some days, I wouldn’t even see him after hours of work. I only had two models because I started later than the others, but honestly, I was grateful for the smaller workload. Le