Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Night With Billionaire Playboy, Forever Trapped : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Justin’s POVSelena stared at me for a few minutes before pulling away from my hold. “I don’t have time for this, not now Justin” she muttered. “I have to leave. Hailey’s waiting.” Then she sprinted towards the emergency exit, discarding the elevator and leaving me standing alone in front of my office. She was still mad from what had happened a while back. All I did was, pick Bella up from the airport like I promised my mom. Explaining that to her felt like a far stretch. I didn’t think there was any need for that. Especially as she was doing everything within her power to avoid me. I had no idea Bella was going to ask for us to get back together.The next morning, I sat at my desk, reflecting on the events from the previous day. My phone’s shrill ring cut through the silence of my office, making me wince. Dad. My stomach twisted into a knot as I hesitated. I almost let it go to voicemail, but the old man was relentless. He’d keep calling. A fact of life I’d learned to accept.“W

Selena’s POV"Move in?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Like, you want me to live with you? Not stay for a few days?"Justin's eyes were intense. "Yeah," he said, his voice low. "Look, I know it's kinda out of nowhere, but I need you close. I need to know you're safe, okay? I wasn’t really comfortable with the way you left,” he added.Safe. That word felt… distant. Like I was a responsibility, not a person. "And what about Bella?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "What's going on with her?"He frowned. "Bella's… complicated," he admitted, which was a massive understatement. "We're not getting back together, though. If that's what you’re worried about." He declared."Well I’m not exactly worried about that," I said, looking away. That was a lie. I was completely worried, I hated how much this was affecting me. "You two have been inseparable nowadays, that’s all everyone talks about now. You are always having these private chats, and she’s practically a permanent fix

Justin's POVMy hand closed around her arm, a reflex born of desperation. I wasn't entirely sure why I did it. Maybe it was a desperate need to talk or a desire to stop her from disappearing again. I hadn't managed to have a proper conversation with her all night. She was like a ghost, flitting around the edges of the room, always just out of reach."And where do you think you're going?" I asked, my voice a little rougher than I intended.Her eyes, those wide, expressive eyes, flashed with a mix of surprise and fear. That wasn't what I had intended. I didn't mean to scare her."Justin?" she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "You scared me.""Sorry," I muttered, releasing her arm. "I didn't mean to. I just... we haven't talked all night."Hailey gave us a knowing look. "I'll wait in the car," she said, her voice tinged with a playful smirk. "Don't take too long, Selena. I'm not going to sit alone in that fancy car all night long."She disappeared through the double doors, leaving

Selena’s POVMy phone buzzed a high-pitched ring that sliced through the quiet of the apartment. I glanced at the screen, and my stomach twisted into a knot. Mom. A name that usually brought a mix of guilt and a dull, familiar ache. Why was she calling?"Hello?" I answered, my voice strained."Selena, it's your mother. How are you doing?" the voice chirped a forced cheeriness that grated on my nerves."It's my birthday tomorrow, and... well, we're having a little celebration. I was hoping you could come." She never used to invite me to these things."You're inviting me? Seriously?" I asked, my skepticism evident."Don't act too surprised, Selena. It's a family thing," she said, the cheeriness faltering slightly. "With everything that's been going on with you, I thought you needed a breather."A breather? Really? Like she cared. I glanced at the cluttered papers on my desk. The gala was in a few days, and I had a lot to do. Going to a party where I wouldn't feel welcomed wasn't exactly

Selena’s POV The Uber ride home was a blur. My mind was a tangled mess, replaying the scene at Justin's penthouse like a broken record. His words, the way his eyes had held mine, the sudden, jarring intrusion of Bella's call – it all felt like some twisted, high-stakes drama I didn't want to be a part of.Back at my apartment, the silence was deafening. Hailey was out, leaving me alone with my thoughts, which were, frankly, a chaotic mess. I paced the living room, the city lights outside casting long, distorted shadows on the walls.Why did Bella call? What was so important that it couldn't wait? The questions echoed in my head, a relentless, nagging ache. And Justin... Why did he have to say those things, just to have them cut short? It was like he was dangling something in front of me, then snatching it away.I sank onto the couch, the soft cushions doing little to ease the tension in my body. I felt a strange mix of anger, sadness, and a reluctant, unsettling curiosity. Was he bei