The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 55

Nivera sat in stunned silence, as she thought about the feel of his hair when her fingers twisted in the strands of his hair, his scent clinging to her like the memory of a dream she hadn’t meant to have,

How had it come to this?

Just hours ago, she’d wanted to scratch the smug o off his face with her naih when he made her watch these models.

And now–now she couldn’t stop reliving the feel of his lips. The way he touched her, like he knew how fragile she was, and yet how firmly she could

bum.

This was Alejandro

Alejandro, who had smirked at her pain. The same man who enjoyed making her suffer

The same one who had treated her like she was a pawn on a board he was already winning.

Alejandro, who was supposed to be the devil in designer clothes

And yet he was also the only one who had truly stood by her when everyone else vanished.

The only one who dug into the truth, who peeled back the lies until the accusations against her crumbled. He hadn’t just helped her clear her name he had believed she was worth clearing

She hated him.

She wanted to hate him.

But in that moment while her head was still spinning from the kiss–she couldn’t find the hatred.

All she could find was the memory of the kiss, the memory of when he had come to save her when Nathaniel had tied her up with the intention to sexually assault her.

She dared to glance at Alejandro, and there was no gloating in his eyes, no triumph. Only curiosity and interest.

Her lips still tingled. Her skin still felt hot where his hands had beery And her heart–the traitorous thing that it was–was beating out a rhythm she couldn’t interpret

You’re not that attractive, she had said.

Big, bold, dangerous lie.

Alejandro was devastating Not just in looks, though that was undeniable. But in the way he watched her. In the way he unraveled her without needing to

try

In the way he kissed, it was like it wasn’t just lips and heat–but like it was revelation. Like he was tasting the truth from her mouth, pulling it from her

soul.

She was still breathless. Still trying to find a version of herself that hadn’t leaned into that kiss.

Still trying to convince herself it didn’t mean anything.

But it did, and that terrified her more than anythin

She wasn’t supposed to want him. She wasn’t supposed to like him. He had made her life a living hell, and yet… yet…,

Chapter 55

He was there.

When her world collapsed–he didn’t run, didn’t abandon her like the rest

He had shown up. Relentlessly. Shamelessly. Even when she pushed, he didn’t let go.

He made her feel seen, even when it pissed her off

She shied in her seat, her body still buzzing from contact. Alejandro had moved now, sat a few foot away, his eyes unreadable but still locked on her like a secret he hadn’t decided to share yet.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she murmured, her voice barely audible..

He raised a brow. “Which part? The kiss you started, or the one you didn’t stop?”

She glared at him. “Hey, I only kissed you briefly, you were the one who kissed me like,

She swallowed the rest of her words, as it would make the already awkward situation much more awkward

*Only because you responded well to it,” he said, but there was no humour in his tone this time, instead his voice was strained as though he was trying to control himself.

“No,” she snapped. “You don’t get to–” She stopped, swallowing back the emotion rising like bile. “You don’t get to blame me when you were the one

who chose to kiss me.”

“Really?” He echoed softly.

“I hate you,” she said, but it came out wrong. Weak, Like she was trying to convince herself, not him,

“I know,” he responded, too quietly. “And yet… here we are.

Silence stretched again, too loud for her liking.

She folded her arms, mostly to keep her hands from shaking. Her voice was steadier when she spoke again.

“Loverheard your conversation with your uncle,” she confessed. Her eyes widened in horror as she didn’t mean to say that out loud.

She looked at Alejandro, expecting him to lo

lose his cool, but he sat çomposed as always.

“I know, your perfume left enough traces,” he sighed, much to her surprise. So he knew?

“You were the one behind Nathaniels confession and suicide,” Nivera stated.

“Yes, I was,” he finally admitted.

“You helped me. You didn’t have to, but you did. Her gaze dropped to the floor. “You didn’t just save my reputation. You made me feel like I wasn’t crazy for trying to fight. Like I wasn’t alone.”

He said nothing. She dared to look up–and she found him watching her like she was a painting he hadn’t quite figured out how to interpret.

“So why did you lie about it? She asked the burning question.

“Because I didn’t want you to consider me a nice person and have your perception of me begin to change. I’m a crual person, and it’s in your best interest if you continue to consider me as such,” he answered.

“You’re mean,” she muttered under her breath.

“I am,” he admitted. “But I’m honest.”

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