All Chapters of Mr. Billionaire Is Addicted To Me : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I was home in what felt like seconds, my heart racing from the phone call. As I stepped into the compound, I froze. There, leaning against Desmond’s sleek car, were two people—a tall man I recognized as Brian, Desmond’s driver, and a woman whose aura screamed trouble. She had a sharp look in her eyes, one that felt like daggers pointed straight at me. The woman stood upright as soon as she saw me. With a smirk, she strode toward me, her heels clicking against the concrete. “Ms. Caitlyn!” she called, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “I’m Stacey Wade, Desmond’s personal assistant at the office.” She paused dramatically, her eyes narrowing as her lips curled into a sneer. “The position you’re about to replace.” I blinked, taken aback. “I’m sorry about that,” I stammered, trying to stay polite. “I’m Caitlyn. How may I help you?” “Oh, I know who you are,” she snapped, taking a step closer. Her voice dropped into a venomous whisper. “And because you’re Caitlyn, you think you can just ta

Desmond turned to me, his cold eyes boring into mine. “And you,” he said, his voice dangerously calm, “I’m taking half of your month's salary to repair my broken window.” My fists clenched at my sides as I glared at him. The words I wanted to say stuck in my throat. Instead, I locked my gaze on him, my hatred clear in my eyes. *I hate you,* I whispered in my mind, vowing silently to make him pay for every humiliation he’d ever put me through—well! That’s if I could. "Why aren’t you wearing any of the dresses I sent you?" Desmond’s voice boomed, sharp and unforgiving. “Are you kidding me, Caitlyn Grevin?" He furrowed his brows, his face full of humiliation like he'd been slapped. I froze, my heart drumming to my fears. Hearing Desmond call my full name at least showed how angry he was and he could do anything to hurt me right now. “I… I…” The words wouldn’t come out. “Oh! So you want to be disobedient, huh?” he snapped, his voice dripping with fury. “To ME? Have you forgotten w

The car finally pulled into the parking lot, and I sighed in relief. The anxiety that had been building up inside me for minutes felt like it would swallow me now. Brian glanced at me from the rearview mirror, his face tight with apprehension. I could tell he was relieved we made it on time—Desmond’s wrath was not something anyone wanted to face. I stepped out of the car and made my way into the company. I walked in, feeling the eyes of everyone around me like knives cutting into my skin. The dress—God, the dress—clung to me in all the wrong ways, its short length barely reaching mid-thigh. Every step felt like a battle, and the murmurs that followed me made it worse. Harlot. Prostitute. The words swirled around me, sinking deep into my chest, making my skin crawl.One woman, her voice dripping with disdain, stepped forward and sneered at me. “You must be the Caitlyn, Stacey was talking about,” she said with a scornful look, her eyes narrowing as she studied my attire.I forced a smi

I followed Desmond through the glass door, which opened to reveal a luxurious room. My eyes widened as I took in the space. There was a bed in the corner, a cozy couch, an air conditioner humming softly, a refrigerator, a television, and so many other things that screamed luxury. Everything in this room looked so expensive that I couldn’t help but stand there for a few seconds, my mouth slightly open. The place looked like it could afford everything in my entire house—and more. But to Desmond, this was just a relaxing office room. I wondered, if his office could be this extravagant, what would his real house look like? I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly, Desmond pinned me against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine. His breath was hot, fast, and his heart beat so loudly in my ears that I almost felt like I could hear it pounding against my chest. It felt like he was trying to eat my lips off, and I couldn’t understand the obsession behind it. What kind of obsession was this?

He wasn't the only one shocked, I was shocked at my own words too. I hadn’t expected to shout at him like that, but something in me just snapped. Maybe it was anger. Or maybe desperation for something that felt right. How could he ask me to give him a felatio? And what made him think I would? We weren’t married, and he had no intention of marrying me. What kind of demon was Desmond? What in the world did he want from me? He was a demon in human clothing, and I couldn’t understand it. My mind was racing, but everything felt blurry. I had never felt so lost and trapped in my life.Desmond stood up, his expression still cold and calculating. He pressed his hands to my face, right where the tiny wounds were, and I screamed in pain. It burned like fire. “Never you talk about marriage with me again, you get that?” he snarled. “Don’t even dream of it. I’ll never marry a harlot like you!” I could feel his spit hit my face, and I recoiled, shocked by his cruelty. Desmond pushed me to the flo