The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

The room was quiet, but her mind wasn’t.

Nevera lay flat on her back, her eyes wide open, staring up at the ceiling like it held all the answers she refused to ask

The soft hum of the air conditioning blended with the faint rustling of the trees outside that made her restlessness worse,

She hadn’t even bothered turning off the lamp on the nightstand,

She was overheating, even though the air conditioning was on.

It was him.

Alejandro

Her thick

thighs still tingled. Her core still pulsed as the heat he’d stirred inside her refused to fade.

His scent lingered on her skin, despite the quick wash she’d done the moment she entered the room. She’d scrubbed with soap until her hands were ra as if she could erase him from her body. But he wasn’t just on her skin.

He was in her head.

In her thoughts

In her bones.

And that was the problem.

With a groan, she turned onto her side, yanking the pillow over her face in frustration

“This is stupid,” she muttered into the cotton fabric. “So stupid.”

She hated him.

She hated his smug smile. His infuriating confidence, his irritating, teasing remarks that made her want to smack him one minute and climb onto his lap

the next.

But most of all, she hated how easily he could make her come undone

Her body still remembered. Every stroke, every press of his mouth, every whispered taunt, and this made her squeeze her legs together.

“No,” she snapped at herself and kicked the blanket off, as if overheating was the cause of her turmoil.

She sat up, the silk of her nightdress clinging to her body. Her hair was slightly damp at the roots, her skin flushed.

Sleep was like a foreign country she couldn’t access.

What the hell was wrong with her?

Her body knew what it wanted. Her mind tried to remind her that Alejandro was the last man she should fall for. Dangerous, Twisted. Controlling. He had her passport. Her money. Her freedom.

s name like it was a sacred prayer.

And yet… she’d let him part her legs like it was nothing. She’d gripped his hair. She’d meaned his r

“Ugh,” she groaned again, flipping onto her back.

I had just been a moment. A heated, reckless, inexcusable moment.

And yes, okay, maybe it had felt… Incredible. Maybe she hadn’t come like that in years. Maybe she’d never come like that before.

Her checks buined at the memory. She buried her face in birds

“It didn’t mean anythin

he whispered. “It can’t mean anything”

Mejandro was not senseone to fall for. He was volatile, Dangerous, Astorm wearing a smile

She’‍d seen the darkness in him the first night they met. The way he looked at people, like he was calculating their worth. The way he opened her with charms and menace tangled into one

Still, he’d helped her. Still, he was the reason she hadn’t broken completely in that damned mansion, Still, he’d held his mother

hurt by her and said, “You didn’t fail ine?

He was a puzzle that was hard to crack

She turned over again, pressing her face into the cool side of the pillow.

But the silence in the toom betrayed her

She could still hear him. Still feel the weight of his stare. The maddening confidence in his voice

“Are you falling in love with me, Nivera?”

She winced as she thought about it.

“No,” she whispered aloud, like answering him in the dark would shut the memory down.

You don’t do love, and neither do L

Then why did it hurt?

Why did it sting li

like a wound that shouldn’t be there?

She sat up again, running a hand through her hair, dishevelled and wild from tossing.

How had she let herself get here? How had she gone from the girl with a plan, the girl with leverage, the girl who didn’t need anyone, to this?

And why, why, did it feel like she wanted him to do it again?

Her head dropped back against the headboard.

There was no point pretending anymore,

He had gotten under her skin.

She could feel the ache of it in her chest, in the curl of her toes, and in the heat still simmering low in her stomach.

She grabbed her pillow and screamed into it.

Then silence again.

Nothing but her own pulse thudding in her ears. Unable to sleep, she checked her phone.

3:47 AM

Great Fantastic. Just wonderful

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Chapter 87

It was almost morning, and her mind was still replaying what happened.

“I’m losing it,” she whispered aloud to the empty nom.

The sky was still dark but lighter than it had been. She sensed the tiniest glimmer of down.

Somewhere, a bird chirped, and she cursed it for being so chipper.

Still, she refused to close her eyes.

Because if she did, she’d see him.

Frel him.

Smell him

And not even sleep would give her peace.

But eventually, despite the mental war, the emotional tug–of–war, and the residual pleasure dancing along her skin…

Her eyes fluttered shut as the exhaustion caught up with her. The warmth of the sheets, the fading adrenaline, and the hum of early morning lulled her into submission.

She didn’t remember falling asleep. One second she was tossing and turning; the next, her mind drifted into that slow, peaceful void.

The world turned soft and shapeless

Until…

She felt a shift and a weight beside her, after which she heard a soft click

Nivera stirred. Her eyelids fluttered.

At first, she thought she was still dreaming. The bed was warm beside her. Too warm,

She turned slowly, her body still heavy with sleep as her eyes slowly fluttered open.

And there he was, Alejandro, lying on her bed, stretched beside her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

One arm propped behind his head, the other holding a sleek black tablet. The light from the screen cast a faint glow across his chiselled features.

He was reading something, and his brows slightly furrowed, Unbothered. Like he had every right to be there.

“What the hell?” she croaked, voice raspy from sleep,

Meanwhile, he didn’t even glance at her. He simply just kept scrolling.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.”

“How did

d you get in here?”

“The door wasn’t locked.”

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