All Chapters of Falling For My Billionaire Ex : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ElliotThe new plan was simple: charm her colleagues. Susan had built a wall around herself, but if I could win over the people she interacted with daily, it might chip away at her defenses.By mid-morning, I had made my move. A catered breakfast for the entire floor...a selection of bagels, croissants, fruit platters, and, of course, coffee. I personally delivered the spread to the break room, ensuring my “generosity” was on full display.“Breakfast is on me,” I announced casually, leaning against the doorframe as the employees gathered around the table.One of the junior staffers, Claire, beamed at me. “Wow, Mr. Prescott! This is amazing. What’s the occasion?”“No occasion,” I replied smoothly. “Just thought everyone deserved a little something to start the day right.”Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Susan walking past, a folder in her hand. She paused for a split second, her gaze flickering toward the break room before continuing down the hall.I smirked. Got her attention. Sus

Susan The next morning, as sunlight streamed through my bedroom window, I found myself still thinking about the boat ride. I sipped on my coffee and stared out at the city skyline, replaying the previous day like a movie reel in my head. Elliot’s laughter, the way he effortlessly steered the conversation to include everyone, his ridiculous attempt at paddling—these small moments had a way of weaving themselves into my thoughts. I hated it. But if I was being honest with myself, there was one moment that stood out more than the rest—the way his eyes locked on mine as we stood at the bow of the boat, the city lights shimmering around us. It was fleeting, but something about it felt… different. I shook my head, trying to push the thought aside. “Snap out of it, Susan,” I muttered under my breath. I wasn’t going to let him win. Not again. But it wasn’t just about winning, was it? He wasn’t playing games—not this time, at least. Elliot’s efforts felt real. Intentional. And that ter

ElliotThe day had dragged on longer than I anticipated, filled with meetings, reports, and the endless balancing act of managing Prescott Industries while keeping my personal agenda running alongside it. By the time the office began to quiet down, most employees had already packed up and left for the weekend.I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms above my head, and glanced at my watch. It was late. As I was about to shut my laptop, my eyes wandered toward the glass wall separating my office from the hallway. That’s when I saw her—Susan.She was standing by the elevator, her posture tense, her phone in one hand as she tapped at the screen with an unusual fervor. Her other hand ran through her hair in frustration. Something was off. She wasn’t her usual composed self.Without giving it a second thought, I grabbed my suit jacket and headed out.“Hey, Susan,” I called as I approached her. She startled slightly, as if pulled out of a heavy trance.“Oh,” she said, quickly shoving h

SusanMonday morning greeted me with its usual chaos...spilling coffee on my blouse, almost leaving my apartment without my laptop, and, of course, navigating the unbearable Monday morning traffic. By the time I got to the office, I was ready for the day to prove just as frustrating as the start of my morning.But as I settled at my desk and opened my inbox, something unexpected caught my eye: Payslip Notification – Prescott Industries.Frowning, I clicked on the email, scanning it quickly. My eyes widened as I read the details: Prescott Industries had decided to pay me 50% of my project fee upfront, with the remaining 50% to be paid upon completion of my contract. On top of that, my monthly consulting salary would take effect immediately.I blinked at the screen, half-convinced this had to be some kind of mistake. The contract terms hadn’t mentioned anything like this...if anything, I’d been bracing myself to scrape by until the contract was fulfilled.Excitement bubbled up despite m

SusanI woke up feeling groggy, my body aching in ways I couldn’t quite explain. The sunlight streaming through the curtains was blinding, and for a moment, I thought I was in my own bed...until I realized there was an arm draped around my waist.Panic shot through me.What…?I blinked, turning my head slightly to see whose arm it was. My heart dropped when I saw Elliot, his face peaceful as he slept beside me. His hair was messier than usual, his stubble more prominent in the morning light.Oh, God.Memories from the previous night flooded back in flashes...his lips on mine, his hands on my skin, the way he murmured my name like it was the only word he ever wanted to say.No, no, no.I tried to pull away, moving slowly so as not to wake him, but his grip tightened around my waist. Before I could react, his eyes fluttered open, and a lazy smile spread across his face.“You’re up already, babe?” he said, his voice still thick with sleep.I froze.Babe?Did he just call me babe?“What d