All Chapters of Falling For My Billionaire Ex : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SusanThe ocean breeze filtered through the open balcony doors, sweeping across the sheer curtains and carrying the scent of salt and sun-warmed skin. I stood at the edge, wearing nothing but Elliot’s oversized white shirt, the fabric brushing against my bare thighs. The view stretched endlessly before me...crystal blue water meeting a sky so perfect it felt unreal.But my attention wasn’t on the breathtaking scenery. It was on him.Elliot reclined on the massive bed behind me, shirtless, his sculpted torso catching the golden afternoon light. His dark eyes followed my every move, hunger simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the moment I'd turn around and give in to him again.It had been like this since we left everything behind.Days blurred into nights, consumed by pleasure. Our new reality was an endless playground of indulgence...no meetings, no deadlines, no disapproving glances from his mother. Just us. And the luxury of time to explore every inch of each other’s bodies in

Elliot The air was thick with heat, the scent of her...our desire...filled everywhere. The city lights outside flickered through the curtains, painting golden streaks across her bare skin.Susan lay beneath me, panting, writhing, and waiting.She was a masterpiece...a fucking temptation I could never resist.I traced my fingers down her stomach, feeling the way her muscles clenched at my touch. She was so sensitive, so responsive, so perfect. And she knew exactly what she did to me.Her lips parted as I kissed a slow, burning path down her throat, across her collarbone, down...down.She gasped, her back arching, her legs trembling as I took my time, teasing, tasting, and torturing her with pleasure.“Elliot,” she whimpered, fingers digging into the sheets.I exhaled against her skin, loving the way she shivered. “Say it again.”Her breath hitched. “Elliot...”I didn’t let her finish.I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up until she was exactly where I wanted her. A delic

Elliot I knew Gerald was ruthless, but even I underestimated how far he’d go to get what he wanted. The moment I walked into his office, I could feel the weight of his agenda pressing down on me. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the kind that comes before an earthquake...silent, still, but deadly. Susan sat stiffly in one of the leather chairs, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her posture screamed discomfort, but she kept her chin high, refusing to show weakness. Gerald stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the city skyline stretching endlessly behind him. He turned slowly, hands in his pockets, and gave me a smug, annoying smile. “You’re finally here,” he said smoothly. “I take it you’ve heard about the situation.” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he strode over to his desk, picked up a file, and tossed it in my direction. “Take a look,” he said. I glanced down. Front-page headlines. Scandals. Speculation. Rumors that the company was in turmoil because of my

Elliot The whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, but I barely felt it. I wasn’t the type to drink when I was angry, but tonight? Tonight was different. Susan’s words still echoed in my head, cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. "Maybe for once, you should consider what I need too." She thought I was being selfish. That I didn’t understand what it felt like to want something so badly, to fight for it, to sacrifice for it. But what she didn’t see...what she refused to see...was that I was already sacrificing everything for her. And I’d do it a thousand times over. The living room was dim, the only light coming from the city skyline was through the windows. I had left the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table, the amber liquid swirling in the glass I gripped in my hand. I leaned back against the couch, my head tilting against the cushion, my mind a storm of frustration, love, and raw, aching need. The sound of the bedroom door opening made my muscles tense. Footsteps,

ElliotThe moment I stepped off that stage, the tension in the air was so thick one could cut it's edge with a knife..I barely made it into the hallway before Gerald caught up to me, his voice low but urgent."Sir..." He hesitated, carefully choosing his words. "That was unexpected."I smirked. "Was it?"Gerald sighed, running a hand through his neatly combed hair. "You know what I mean. I respect your decision, but the board was hoping for a... smoother resolution.""A resolution that involves me selling my personal life to fix their mess?" I turned to face him. "Tell me, Gerald....do I look like a man who needs to marry for the sake of PR?"He shook his head quickly. "Of course not, sir. I just..." He exhaled. "I just want you to come back. The company needs you."I studied him for a moment. Gerald wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t power-hungry, nor did he manipulate situations for personal gain. He was loyal...to the company, to my father’s legacy, and even to me.But loyalty woul