All Chapters of A Night With Billionaire Playboy, Forever Trapped : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Justin’s POV The elevator shuddered to a stop, and the sudden quiet was awful. The lights started to flicker, then went completely dark. The only light was this dim, emergency glow, and it made the shadows stretch out, making the small space feel even smaller.I felt Selena stiffen beside me, her breath hitching in her throat."What's happening?" she whispered, her voice thin, like she was trying to hold back a wave of fear."I glanced at the control panel, the buttons unresponsive. "I think we're trapped," I said, my voice calm, trying to mask the unease that was beginning to nibble at me.Selena's breath quickened, her eyes darting around the confined space. "Trapped?" she repeated, her voice filled with worry. "No, no, this can't be happening,” she whispered. I saw the way her hands clenched into fists, the way her shoulders tightened. She looked at me, and there was this... thing in her eyes. A dark little flash, you know? I couldn't quite figure it out, and it kind of freake

Justin’s POVShe packed up her stuff with this quiet, determined energy like she was holding her breath until she could leave. It made my chest tighten, watching her so eager to go.This morning, I'd been ready to bulldoze in, and apologize for what happened last night, maybe even whine a little about how her short answers had bugged me. But then, she was breathing like she'd run a marathon, and all my snappy comebacks just... vanished.She looked so small, so far away. I'd shut up then, held my tongue. But now, I needed to understand. Why the stairs? All those endless flights, when the elevator was right there? Was it because of... the elevator thing? But it was fixed.I hit the elevator button, and doors slid open with that familiar whoosh. I stepped in, then right back out once I got to the ground floor, and headed for the stairwell. I eased the door open, slipped inside, and closed it gently behind me. The air was cool, a little dusty, and smelled like old concrete. I just... wa

Selena’s POVUgh, the bathroom floor was freezing, like, actual ice against my legs. It was so weird because inside I felt like I was on fire. Bella's voice kept replaying in my head, meaner than any song I'd ever heard. 'He's just using you. He'll be back with me.' Seriously? I stared at my face in the mirror, like, searching for some kind of clue. Was she right? I just wanted to see something that told me she was totally wrong.But all I saw was this weird, twisty feeling inside like my gut was trying to tie itself in knots. It was like, that little voice in your head that whispers all the bad stuff? Yeah, that voice was screaming. I couldn't stay in that bathroom for another second. I felt like I was suffocating. I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady my trembling hands, as I walked back to the table. Justin was watching me, his eyes dark with concern. His brow furrowed and his forehead creased. The candlelight, which was supposed to be nice, just felt suffocating, and th

Selena’s POVMy heart was pounding, like it was trying to escape my chest. One second, I was looking at the huge chandelier, the next, I was sprawled on top of Justin, and my lips... they felt weirdly tingly. His eyes were dark and intense, staring right into mine, and for a split second, everything went silent.Then, the awkwardness hit me like a ton of bricks. My face felt like it was on fire, and I scrambled to get off him, my hands slipping and sliding on his chest. "Oh my god," I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper. "I am so, so sorry." I felt like I'd just ruined everything, and I wanted to disappear.""It’s alright,” Justin said, his voice low, but his eyes... they were doing this weird thing like he was trying to figure something out. He sat up slowly, and his eyes stayed on mine, just a little too long.The air felt thick like we were both holding our breath. It was that awkward, charged silence where you know something's about to happen, but you don’t know what. I could fe

Justin’s POVHer dress, that shimmering cascade of blue silk, clung to her curves like a whispered secret. The memory of Selena, half-dressed in the bathroom, slammed into me, a jolt of pure, raw desire. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the tension crackling between us. God, she was beautiful. The scent of her, a delicate mix of vanilla and something uniquely Selena, lingered in the air, a phantom touch on my senses."You do realize this is the men's bathroom, right?" I’d asked, trying to play it cool, a small smile forming on my lips. I just needed to diffuse the tension a bit."Oh, I—I'm so sorry," she’d stuttered, her hands fumbling with the zipper of her beautiful dress. My instincts were to help out immediately, but I had to ask permission first."Do you need my help?" I’d asked, moving closer, fighting the urge to wrap my hands around her and never let her go."I can manage," she answered, her voice low. Was she just embarrassed, or was she hiding