Taming The Arrogant Billionaire

ht not with fists, but with resilience

ps crashed onto hers with force. His rough kiss sent tremors down her spine, but she knew, even in their drunken state, that she hadn't consented to this invasion. His cold grip on her shoulder made her shudder as he trailed his lips along her neck and collarbone, his fingers tracing the straps of her dress. Rage welled up within Brixlee, and she clenched her fists, gath

ut this time was different. Anger overshadowed her discomfort, and her face flushed redder than the disco ball

ou have no right to touch me like that!" The young man struggled to re

ng in his eyes. "Playing hard to get, huh?" he muttered, re

me any closer," she warned, her tone firm and unwaver

that did not permit him to make unwarranted advances.

Name your price!" he spat, his tone dripping with condescension,

ome, none of this would have happened. She had always loathed parties, but she couldn't bear to let her friend Mace down on his birthday. They had been friends since kindergarten, and her loyalty pushed her to attend, despite her distast

by her fury, she snatched a glass from a nearby onlooker and hurled its contents at him. With one final look at his pained and

r from her monitoring app about an upcoming interview the next day. She released a heavy sigh, realizing the weight of the challenges she faced. After three unsuccessful attempts to reach Mace, she resolved to cease her efforts. She couldn

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ghts from forming. Slowly, he extricated himself from the crowd, making his way to his private VIP lounge. Voices called out his name, but embarrassment kept him from turning. Pushing open the door, he sought refuge within the confines of h

curled at the corners of his lips. Yes, she may have been his friend'

his hands gliding along her suppl

is fingers traced a path down her neck, teasingly lingering on her bosom. The intoxicating tension between them heightened as he gently guided her onto his expansive desk. With deliberate slowness, he began to unbutton her top

e called out. It was Lucas,

rself from Nathan's arms and hastily retreated from the room. Na

r chair. "You hooked up with Katie?" Lucas aske

e he had broken up with Katie, and he still hadn't completely moved on. "Chill,

ut with her," Lucas retorted. "Sh

Just breathe, dude!" Lucas's fists curled with a

, a Mohican cut, and well-defined features, he exuded an understated handsomeness and latent power. Money was never an issue for him, as he was the CEO of Grey-Tech, the largest te

n eyebrow suggestively. Fury rose within Nathan, realizing the implication of

ough his stomach churned with rage. The humiliati

about it. They're saying some random girl slapped you across the face, poured a drink on you, and put

g. He was Nathan Grey, and no woman had ever rejected him-until now. In a fit of frustration, Nathan rose from his seat

felt a sense of satisfaction witnessing Nathan's struggle. Nathan, however, dreaded this moment. He was still bewildere

ly. She would have fallen for me instantly," Nathan b

t," Lucas

hat

ed, a loud scoff punctuating his words. Nathan initially thought the idea was a

a woman fall for me just so I can break her heart? No way! I'm the CEO of Grey-Tech-I do

han into a pit of despair. Only he knew Nathan's

eart pounding with anticipation and h

go had lingered for too long, and this time, he refused to lose to Luc

number, his smirk growing as he pronoun