All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sinful Affair: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The month of December brought blustery winds and heavy rains, but Emmeline found herself impatiently awaiting the first snowfall.It had been two long days since she'd last laid eyes on Zavian, with no phone calls or texts exchanged between them.A nagging worry gnawed at her - was he still upset over her jealous outburst during their last date?Emmeline busied herself baking a pair of cakes - one for the Kim family, the other intended for the Blackthorns. It was an excuse to pay Zavian a visit.After carefully boxing up the confections in pink containers, she gathered them into a single bag and headed out.Forgoing a coat over her sleeveless gray dress and black knit shirt, she reasoned the Blackthorn estate was close enough to forego bundling up. "I just hope Mr. Blackthorn is home, and this effort isn't wasted," she muttered under her breath.“Good evening,” Emmeline greeted the guards politely.They simply gave her a curt nod and waved her through the front gates, her face now fami

Zavian’s idea of a 'short walk' was another torturously long ten minutes before the trees finally parted, revealing another part of the famous river.As soon as they reached the grassy bank, Emmeline collapsed gratefully onto the soft ground, spreading her palms on the cool earth as she gulped in deep lungfuls of air."Remind me never to go exercising with you again, you sadistic monster!" she groaned dramatically.Zavian sat down beside her, stretching his long, muscular legs out while giving her a disapproving look, though the corners of his eyes crinkled with barely suppressed amusement."I can't believe you ruthlessly forced me to come this far," Emmeline whined breathlessly. "Why did I get involved with such a masochistic man who considers life a grueling mission he has to do to perfection?"Tipping her head back dramatically, she sobbed, "That's very stressful for a delicate flower like me!"Without a word, Zavian pulled a chilled water bottle from the pocket of his jacket and ha

Monday arrived rather too slowly for the sinful partners.Emmeline pulled into the marina and parked next to Zavian's sleek black Lamborghini, noting he had beaten her there.She smoothed her hands over the skintight black sheath dress hugging her curves, the soft cashmere jacket he had gifted her draped stylishly over her shoulders and cinched at the waist with a wide belt.Grabbing her purse, she headed to his luxurious yacht, her heels clicking on the polished deck as she looked around for him."Mr. Blackthorn, where are you?" she called out."In the second-floor lounge," his deep, velvety voice carried down from above.Emmeline climbed the stairs quickly, finding him standing motionless by a large undecorated pine tree, his piercing gaze drinking her in hungrily as she approached."You're actually on time for once," he drawled, one side of his sensual mouth quirking up. "I thought I might have to kidnap you from your restaurant again."Emmeline smiled at his teasing reference to w

Christmas Eve was so tiring, Emmeline made all the food on her own, not coming out of the kitchen since began.Her house was crowded with guests at eight o'clock- her parents, Richard's parents, her older brother and his wife. Fortunately, his two brothers didn't come, otherwise the house would have turned into a barn with their four children combined.Emmeline received them in a red dress, short but not tight, with long sleeves, under which she was wearing the underwear she had chosen for her rendezvous with Zavian.Everyone finally cleared out around midnight after the Christmas Eve party.Richard had knocked back way too many drinks and was totally plastered. When Emmeline told him she was heading out, he just gave a sloppy wave goodbye, not really registering what she said.Emmeline threw on a long black coat over her festive red dress and headed for the door.As soon as she arrived at the docks, her eyes were drawn to Zavian's yacht, twinkling with silvery lights scattered along i

Emmeline gladly took the glove from him and carefully slid it on his large hand, her small fingers caressing his skin as she worked it into place. But to her dismay, the fingers were slightly too short for his long digits."Oh my god, why won't it fit properly?" she fretted, biting her lip anxiously as she tugged fruitlessly at the wool.Zavian chuckled at her reaction. "How could you possibly misjudge the length of my fingers when they've been inside you so many times, exploring every inch of you?" he teased shamelessly.Emmeline looked up at him helplessly, feeling at a complete loss for words. "Something must have gone wrong in the sizing. I can't believe I messed this up!" She released his hand and covered her burning face with her palms. "I'm so sorry Mr. Blackthorn. I thought it would be perfect but I ruined everything." Her voice trembled as she fought back sobs of frustration.She would have broken into tears right then and there if Zavian hadn't tenderly pulled her into his mu