All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #1: The Billionaire's Sassy Girl: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My father’s face turned grave, the lines around his eyes deepening as he looked at me with an intensity I’d only seen a handful of times. By just doing that, I know hw has something to tell. He has something that he should tell me. I could tell that he wasn’t just worried; he was afraid, and that was new territory for both of us. My father was the kind of man who stood tall against anything, who laughed in the face of danger. But now, here he was, his eyes fixed on mine, holding a caution that sent a chill through me. Him being in danger is something not new to him but when I am involved, it's different story for him. Every since my mom died, there's only me and him and I know how scared he is. So do I. "Aliyah," he began, his voice rough but steady, "I need you to listen closely, alright? I wouldn’t ask you to get involved in something like this unless I felt I had no choice. This— it’s serious." I could feel my heart beating si fast as I could feel the heaviness of this. "More se

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm orange glow through the windows of Logan's apartment. She stood by the balcony, a sultry smile on her face as she watched the vibrant hues paint the sky. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the silk robe she wore barely contained her voluptuous curves. She took a deep breath, the anticipation of the evening's pleasures making her senses tingle. Logan, her lover for the night, stepped out of the bathroom, his muscular frame accentuated by the dim light. His chest glistened with droplets of water, and a small towel was wrapped around his lean waist, struggling to conceal his growing arousal. Aliyah's breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. She licked her lips, her mind already imagining the ways she would pleasure him. "You look like you're ready for some fun," Aliyah purred, her voice dripping with desire. She turned to face him, letting the robe slide off her shoulders, revealing her bare back and the lacy blac

I strode into the office, the usual buzz of the morning workday already filling the air. The elevator doors had barely shut behind me when a young woman—a new hire by the look of her wide eyes and pressed blouse—marched up with an unearned confidence. “You’re late,” she declared, crossing her arms and fixing me with a hard stare. I stopped, blinking in surprise. The audacity of this fresh-faced newbie was almost amusing. I took a deliberate sip of my coffee, letting her comment hang in the air as I considered my response. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” I asked, my voice dripping with a calm authority that, if she had any sense, should’ve made her take a step back. She held her ground, though, clearly not realizing the line she was walking. “Yes,” she said. “But that doesn’t excuse anyone from the rules. Everyone should respect office hours, right?” A few heads turned our way, curiosity and barely concealed grins flashing across the faces of my colleagues. They’d seen me in action

As the days passed, I threw myself into work, determined to dig out every trace of betrayal and expose those who had dared to cross my family. I spent long hours in the office, reviewing documents, making calls, piecing together every lead that would give us the upper hand. There was a fire in me now, burning with a fierce intensity that I’d never felt before. I wasn’t just defending my family’s legacy—I was claiming it.Logan had been by my side, watching me transform into someone different—someone who didn’t hesitate to be ruthless when necessary. I could feel his presence, his silent admiration, as I made strategic calls and bold decisions, every step calculated to dismantle the enemy’s plans. He stayed close, never imposing, yet his gaze seemed to linger a bit longer, his respect for me growing with every decisive move I made.One evening, as I closed another deal that would cut off a significant revenue source for our adversaries, Logan watched from across my desk, his eyes refle

The next morning, I woke up with a sense of calm that felt almost foreign. Logan’s place was still dim in the early light filtering through the windows, and he was beside me, peacefully asleep, looking more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. For a moment, I just watched him, taking in the stillness of the moment and trying to memorize the feeling.Eventually, though, the demands of reality called. Logan stirred, and as he opened his eyes, he gave me a sleepy smile that melted away any lingering remnants of yesterday’s tension.“Good morning,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep.“Morning,” I replied softly, leaning down to give him a quick kiss. I could feel my face heating up just slightly; I was still getting used to the softness between us, and it surprised me how easily I could grow attached to it.After a lazy breakfast together, it was time to face the real world again. I gathered my things, straightened my hair, and made sure I looked like the composed Aliyah that everyone e