All Chapters of TRAPPED BY A BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

BRYAN'S POVI stood there, my eyes fixed on Jasper as he dropped the bombshell. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Jasper, the man I had considered a friend and business partner, had been harboring a secret grudge against me?"I was hurt too by this same girl," I spat, my voice laced with anger. "She had a French boyfriend all along! She played me, Jasper, she played us both!"Jasper's face turned red with rage, and he took a step closer to me. "I told you how much I loved her!" he screamed. "I told you how much she meant to me. Yet what did you do? You openly flirted with her, released yourself to her, not minding one bit of how I felt. You didn't even care that you were hurting me."I felt a surge of defensiveness, but Jasper's words struck a chord inside of me. I had been so caught up in my own feelings that I hadn't stopped to consider how my actions might have affected Jasper."But then, Camille is all in the past," I said, trying to reason with him. "Why hold on for so long?

As we drove, I couldn't help but notice..." You're driving today?" I asked, he nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Yes, just the two of us."In that instance, his hands grazed my thighs, squeezing them lightly, and I jerked, my body reacting to his touch. I felt a flutter in my chest. Bryan's eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the understanding in his gaze. He knew exactly what had happened. My face grew hot from the embarrassment."You look a little jumpy today. What's wrong?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with amusement.I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I don't know. Maybe it's just the idea of riding with you after a while." Or maybe it was the proposal we had discussed earlier. This whole spending a week with Bryan. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.He flashed me a nod and turned on the music. "I hope this helps you relax," he said, in a soothing.I looked away, snuggling deeper into the jacket. I was slightly away from Bryan, but I could still f

JASPER'S POVI walked into the room, my eyes fixed on Matt. He was sitting on a chair, his head hung low in shame."Look at me, Matt," I ordered, my voice firm.Matt slowly raised his head, his eyes meeting mine. I could see the fear and shame in his eyes."Do you know why you're here?" I asked, my voice low and demanding.Matt nodded, his eyes dropping to the floor. "I wasn't careful enough," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.I walked closer to him, my eyes blazing with anger. "You weren't careful enough?" I repeated. "You got caught by Bryan, Matt. Do you know how that makes me look?"He shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the floor. "I'm sorry, Jasper," Matt started, his voice shaking slightly. "I didn't mean to get caught.""I didn't know Bryan was going to be there that night," he explained. "I was just supposed to have some conversation with a friend, but then Bryan sighted me and...and everything just went wrong."I raised an eyebrow, my eyes narrowing. "You didn't

I sat at the breakfast table, staring blankly at the plate of food in front of me. Bryan was trying to make small talk with me, but I wasn't having it. I was still fuming from the way he had treated me the day before.I think he noticed my silence because he tried to ease up my mood. "Hey, okay, I'm sorry about yesterday," he started, his voice calm and apologetic. "I know I overreacted, and I shouldn't have. Can I make it up to you?"I didn't respond. For all it's worth, Bryan rarely apologizes. So whenever he does, I don’t know if he’s doing it because he is sorry or because he has other things planned. He’s that master planner. I just kept staring at my plate, my mind a million miles away. He tried to feed me on different occasions, but I pushed his hand away."Quinn, come on," he called, the frustration becoming evident in his voice. "I'm trying to apologize here. Can you at least talk to me?-----------How was I supposed to talk? I watched as Bryan made his way over to a tall s

QUINN'S POVI waited patiently for what felt like an eternity for Bryan to leave the house. I had been watching him from the window, my eyes fixed on his car as he pulled out of the driveway. The moment I was sure he was gone, I sprang into action.I searched the whole house from top to bottom, scouring every room for a spare device. I checked the living room, the kitchen, even the bedrooms, but I couldn't find a single phone or tablet. It was as if Bryan had deliberately removed all forms of communication from the house.Just as I was starting to feel frustrated, a chef walked past me, carrying a tray of food. I had to stop her. "Hello, sorry to bother you," I said, trying to sound as polite and non-threatening as possible. "But I was wondering if I could use your device for a few seconds?"The chef looked at me with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. She shook her head firmly, her expression disapproving. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you can't," she said, her voice firm but polite.I fel