Giamini

… “Is something wrong?”

He sighed. He stayed quiet for a few seconds before he spoke. “I don’t think we should continue this partnership.”

His tone sent chills down my spine. 

“What do you mean?” I questioned.

“Your feelings,” he said ‘feelings’ like the word disgusted him, “have changed and it no longer aligns with the agenda.”

“How dare you? Who gave you information that helped get your company back from the Gulfs? Who was it that kept feeding you information about the Gulfs businesses. It was me.” I yelled, my tone no longer friendly. 

I’d met Gabriel when he had recently lost his company to Christian. He was at the brink of bankruptcy and Christian had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. He’d been stupid enough to sign a contract without reading it because he was desperate, and ended up losing more than they’d originally agreed.

“Now that you have your precious company back and some shares in the Gulf enterprise you think you can dump me with a stupid excuse like our motives no longer align? Don’t you fucking dare. I own you.”

I shook with rage, ending the call before he had a chance to reply to me.


My rage immediately became fear when I turned around and saw Christian standing by the door in my room.

“So you did take me up on my offer.” He was smiling, and the contrast in his words and demeanor only made me more afraid. 

Betraying the Billionaire

I woke up to hands holding me, my body pressed against a taut, muscled chest. Christian's fragrance filled my nose in the darkness of the room.

Oh great. This dream again.

It was like my subconscious had formed a tag team to torment me. If I wasn't having a nightmare about dad, I was dreaming about my sexual desires for Christian.

There was no reprieve anywhere. Neither in sleep, nor in my wake.

"Alora, it's okay. I'm here. It's okay."

His voice was low and soothing, his lips brushing against my hair. Instinctively, I moved closer to him, eliminating any space that had once been between us. He hugged me tightly, and I nestled in his arms. My body moved on its own, my hands groping his chest. He stiffened beneath my touch, but made no sound. I continued to fondle him, my hand slipping under his shirt, grazing his heated skin.

Then I shifted, straddling his legs, facing him. It was too dark to see anything.

Be my first