All Chapters of Mr. Billionaire Is Addicted To Me : Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

In the twinkling of an eye, Charles had picked Desmond's call, and I barely noticed at first because my mind was lost in disgust and despair as I was hating everything about this moment. I could hear Charles' calm and collected voice as Desmond had put his call on speaker. “Hello, Desmond.” Desmond was about to respond when something inside me snapped. I don’t know if it was anger, fear, or the sheer humiliation of the situation. But before I could even process it, I jumped forward, ignoring the pain in my bones. I stuffed his large cock into my petite mouth, licking and swallowing like I was an expert in what I was doing. I could feel his body tense in shock, then relax. A low, pleased moan escaped his lips. He ended the call abruptly, before Charles could hear him and tossed the phone aside. Grabbing my hair roughly, he pulled me closer, his grip controlling every movement. He moaned louder, clearly enjoying himself, while I fought back tears that threatened to spill over. I

I barely noticed when Desmond emerged from the bathroom, looking pristine and annoyingly composed. He was fully dressed in a tailored suit, his cologne heavy and sharp enough to sting my nostrils. I couldn’t help but wonder how someone so polished could be so cruel.“There’s a closet in the bathroom,” he said coldly, his eyes barely meeting mine. “Find a dress of your size there, freshen up, and meet me in my office.”I blinked in confusion as he walked out of the room without another word. Why in the world did he have women’s clothes in his closet? The thought sent an uncomfortable chill down my spine. Still, I pulled myself together and went to the bathroom.After a quick shower, I rummaged through the closet. The dresses hung there were all too tight, too short, or too revealing. It was like picking poison. I finally settled on a tiny jumpsuit that barely reached my thighs. Tugging at the hem uselessly, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My legs were too exposed, but there wa

Before I could react to Desmond’s chilling words, Charles barked, “What do you mean by she’ll never stop working for you?” His voice boomed, bouncing off the walls like thunder. He tightened his grip on my hand, his anger barely contained. “I respect you, Desmond,” Charles continued, his voice sharp, “so I’ll take that as a mistake and let it slide.” He turned me around abruptly, dragging me with him. As we walked away, Desmond’s voice rang out behind us, slicing through the tension. “Caitlyn, walk out all you want. But bear in mind our deal. You still work for me.” My heart pounded violently in my chest. The words “our deal” echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the dirt I was buried in. Charles didn’t even look back. He was focused, determined to get me out of there, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing inside me. The ride to my home was painfully silent. Charles drove with a clenched jaw, his grip on the steering wheel tight. I kept my eyes on the passing streets, de

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and my chest tightened with dread. Did Desmond hear me? Or had he simply chosen to ignore me? I sniffled, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Mr. Linton,” I said again, my voice cracking. “Can you hear me? My mother’s life is in danger. Please, I need your help.” Tears streamed down my face, soaking into the phone pressed against my ear. The silence that followed felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest. But then, it was broken—not by words of comfort, but by a sharp, cruel laugh. Desmond’s laugh was cold, mocking, and it cut through me like a blade. He laughed so hard I could picture the smug expression on his face. When his laughter finally stopped, he sighed theatrically. “Oh, well!” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “The beggar needs my help again. What is it this time, Caitlyn? More medicine?” I flinched at his words, the humiliation burning my cheeks. “Not medicine, sir,” I managed through my sobs. “