THE BILLIONAIRE'S DEEPEST DESIRE

proached Liam's room, a sudden, inexplicable feeling of horror cursing through her body. The closer she got, the more the chaotic mess of cloth

in her tracks, her mind racing wi

he office right now, she thought. She had planned this evening so carefully, wanting it to be perfect for him, for them, after all it was both their anniversary and his

as smashing and crumb

ble feeling in the pit of her stomach. The air was thick, the room closing in, as the sounds

on me.." a familiar voice

hmm?" Another familiar voice f

hed her chest, pau

ut about us? Will yo

er that, I'll dump her. I don't love her a bit, she's not as

g able to hold it anymore, she quickly reached for the doorknob. It turned effor

rouded in a haze of intimacy, were

ia's breath caught in her throat, her entire body trembling as she stood frozen in the doorway. She stared, unable to comprehend the scene, as the image in front of her didn't make sens

rt twisting painful like she was being

r voice barely a whisp

a's face burning with anger, and tears brimming in her eyes as they threatened to fall.

assed across his feature and he instantly pushed away from Valencia. He sat up s

tried to defend, his voice strained but

hing in her throat, as she fought back her tears. "Y

"Amelia dear, he wouldn't have done this if you hadn't been so stingy with opening your legs for

ghtening as the betrayal slammed into her with full force. Although her relationship wi

after everything?" She whispered, th

was just a mistake." he said, as

itter. "A mistake? Are you telling me you didn't know what you wer

I needed more than what you gave me, I needed sex. Come on, I can't be satisfied

is tone, the coldness in which he said the words. He di

from grief. There were no more words, she felt like she was losing everything, her love, her trust, her future. W

el her knees threatening to give out. She had thought Liam was her get-away, her redemption, the only one she could turn to

as she wandered, unsure of where to go. Before she

alcohol and perfumes, strangely made her heart ache less. She needed to unwind, anything that co

called out, h

t towards her with a flat glaze. She gulped it down in a go, ignoring the sharp bu

another. A

the man's chest-a wall of firm muscle beneath a perfectly denim jacket. Her fingers instinctively

umbled, swaying slightly, her words slurri

remained impassive. "I'm not a bartender," he said curtly, attempting to st

ak her. Her tear-streaked face turned up to him, her eyes a mix of def

o entertained messy entanglements, and this woman reeked of complications. Yet something a

eck. "You smell so...nice," she murmured, her finge

ed. He tried again to peel her fingers away, but she only wrapped her arms around his

ice soft yet teasing. "You're here.

the warmth of her touch, the faint scent of vanilla lingering on her skin-was disarming. She wasn't jus

her lips brushed his jaw, featherlight yet deliberate. His breath

her voice barely a whisper. "Too serious

ull she had on him. "You're drunk.

fore returning with a bittersweet edge. "But you're the on

omething insid

night, he t

ss that was far from gentle. Her gasp melted into a moan, her hands tangling in his hair as