All Chapters of NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

“Let me escort you out.” The statement wasn't really a suggestion. It was a decision. Before I could think of another excuse to stay, Adrian gently took hold of my arm and began guiding me toward the exit.I forced a smile. “Fine.” Inside, however, my mind was racing. Every possible plan I had come up with had just collapsed. The meeting was starting. The mysterious group was gathering. And I was being removed from the room at the exact moment things were about to get interesting.As we walked back through the luxurious lounge, I glanced over my shoulder one last time. The men were already moving toward the conference area. Some carried folders. Others had tablets tucked beneath their arms. Conversations had become quieter and more focused. Whatever was about to happen behind those closed doors was important.Important enough that outsiders weren't welcome. Including me. Adrian continued leading me through the hallway lined with portraits. The framed faces seemed to watch us pass.The

Standing there among the crowd of reporters, event staff, and visitors, I finally looked down at my phone.My thumb hovered over the notification for a moment before I opened it. The message was short.;‘Please could you pick up, it's very important. Call when you can.’I stared at the screen. Very important. The words should have meant something. Perhaps weeks ago they would have. Perhaps before everything fell apart.Before the lies. Before the silence. Before the whole divorce drama . Now they simply left me feeling tired.I slipped my tongue against the inside of my cheek as I read the text again.What exactly was so important?Because from where I stood, Daniel had already had plenty of opportunities to say whatever needed saying. Weeks had passed. Entire weeks. Weeks filled with unanswered questions, confusion, anger, and disappointment.And now suddenly it was important? I glanced up from my phone. Daniel remained where he was. Several Skybound employees had gathered around him

His hands were rough, possessive, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass with that familiar hunger that always made my breath hitch. I could feel the heat radiating from his palms through the thin fabric of my shorts as I leaned over him, gripping the hem of his singlet and slowly peeling it upward. The material clung to his skin for a second before sliding off, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the faint trail of hair leading down his stomach. His muscles tensed under my touch, and a low rumble escaped his throat.“Is it just me,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker, “or is your ass getting fatter?” His fingers squeezed harder, kneading the cheeks like he owned them, pulling me closer so my body pressed against his growing bulge. The pressure sent a spark straight between my legs.I giggled, the sound light and breathy, half-embarrassed, half-turned on by the crude compliment. “Maybe you’re just obsessed,” I teased back, my voice barely above

His patience finally snapped. With a low, possessive growl, he jacked me up from my knees in one powerful motion, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as if I weighed nothing. My heart raced as he lifted me effortlessly and placed me onto the couch, my back sinking into the soft cushions. The discarded trousers lay forgotten on the floor nearby, a silent reminder of my hidden objective, but that thought dissolved the moment his hands moved with urgent intent.He shoved my skirt up around my hips in a rough bunch of fabric, exposing my thighs and the thin barrier of my panties. Without bothering to remove them fully, he hooked a finger into the crotch and yanked them roughly to the side, the cool air hitting my already dripping pussy. I was soaked from the blowjob, my arousal coating my inner thighs. He knelt between my spread legs, his broad shoulders forcing my knees further apart. His cock stood rigid and glistening from my saliva, heavy in his fist as he gripped it at the base.

“Eating you out just made me hard again, babe,” he said, his voice still husky from being smothered under my pussy. There was a proud, almost cocky edge to his tone, like he couldn’t believe his own recovery speed but was loving every second of it.I lifted my head and looked down. Sure enough, his cock was already fully hard again, standing thick and proud against his lower stomach. The shaft glistened with a mixture of my juices, his earlier cum, and fresh precum beading at the swollen tip. It twitched visibly under my gaze, as if eager for more attention. Adrian really was a beast in bed, insatiable, recovering faster than any man I’d ever been with. Most guys needed at least twenty or thirty minutes, but not him. One orgasm and he was ready to go again like a machine built for endless pleasure.I let out a soft sigh, a mix of exhaustion, lingering arousal, and reluctant admiration. My body was still buzzing from the intense orgasm he’d given me with his mouth, but my pussy felt te