All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #1: The Billionaire's Sassy Girl: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The news hit the airwaves like a thunderclap. The death of Victor’s husband, once a whispered mystery, was now a headline plastered across every news outlet. The scandal that had rocked the family of Evelyn’s late husband was finally being exposed for what it was: murder orchestrated by none other than his own stepmother and stepbrother. As the details of the case flooded the public eye, the nation watched in shock and disbelief. None had suspected such a gruesome betrayal. The family, once revered as pillars of success, had now become the center of a sordid drama that was too unbelievable for anyone to digest. Yet, in the aftermath of the chaos, one thing became glaringly clear—Evelyn had become the face of resilience and strength. The public’s sympathy was overwhelmingly on her side. Social media flooded with messages of support, with hashtags like *#JusticeForEvelyn* trending across platforms. Logan and I watched the developments unfold on the news, standing side by side in hi

The day had passed in a blur of meetings and tasks, but my mind wasn’t fully focused on the work anymore. It was on him—Logan. On us. On the idea of taking that next step, of building something more solid, more real. Something that wasn’t just about business or fleeting moments but about us, together.I hadn’t been expecting the conversation that came after dinner. We were both sitting on the couch in his apartment, the silence between us comfortable and easy. The city lights outside bathed the room in a soft glow, but it was Logan’s presence that had my full attention. He had this way of making everything feel right, like nothing else mattered when we were together.“Aliyah,” he began, his voice steady but filled with an undercurrent of something deeper, something vulnerable. He shifted slightly, his hand finding mine on the couch between us. His fingers curled around mine, as though testing the waters for something more. “I’ve been thinking. And I know we’ve talked about taking this

The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant chirping of crickets. Logan lay sprawled on the bed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he caught his breath, the remnants of their passionate encounter still simmering in the air.Aliyah sat up beside him, her naked body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She reached over to the nightstand, her fingers brushing against the cool metal of a blindfold. A mischievous smile played at the corners of her lips as she turned back to Logan."Hey," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "I’ve got something else in mind for us."Logan's brow furrowed in curiosity. "What are you up to?"Aliyah didn't answer right away. Instead, she leaned forward, pressing a finger to his lips to silence him. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through his veins. Slowly, she brought the blindfold to his eyes, her movements deliberate and teasing.

The moment we stepped out of the agency office, Logan's hand slid possessively to the small of my back, guiding me toward the car. It was a simple gesture, but it made me feel grounded, tethered to him in a way that was uniquely ours. The warmth of his palm burned through the thin fabric of my blouse, sending shivers down my spine despite the afternoon sun. “You really enjoyed watching me take over in there, didn’t you?” I asked as we walked, my tone teasing but with a hint of challenge. Logan’s smirk was devastating, his confidence oozing with every step. “Guilty. Watching you command a room is a whole experience. You were incredible, Aliyah. Didn’t even give Henderson a chance to breathe.” I snorted softly. “He deserved it, though. Did you see how he fawned over you at first? Like I wasn’t even in the room.” Logan chuckled, his rich baritone vibrating through me. “It’s not my fault people have a hard time ignoring me.” He winked, and I rolled my eyes. “You’re insufferable,

The room felt suffocating. I stood outside the boardroom door, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. My hands lightly brushed over the front of my blazer, more for reassurance than adjustment. It was my armor today, and I needed every ounce of confidence to face the skepticism waiting for me on the other side. Stepping inside, the murmurs died almost immediately, replaced by a heavy, judging silence. Every eye turned to me, scanning, evaluating. Some of these men and women had worked alongside my father for decades, and I could feel their thoughts like a weight in the air. *She’s too young. Too inexperienced. Just a placeholder.* But they didn’t know me. Not yet. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Uncle Harris, my father’s secretary and a constant in my life since childhood. He stood near the back, his expression calm but filled with something I could only describe as pride. He’d always been like a second father to me—steady, reliable, and quietly supportive. H