The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession - Chapter 68: Chapter 68

The return to the charity gala felt like slamming into ice water.
The music was soft and lilting, but Nivera felt like a marching band was going off in her head.
Her legs were still weak, her breathing not quite even, and yet here she was, back in the glittering ballroom of socialites and billionaires, beside a man who looked like he hadn’t just had his fingers buried in her minutes ago and gave her one of the best orgasms she had ever had in her life.
Nivera sat stiffly beside Alejandro, her entire body tense, her expression neutral enough for the cameras and guests, but inside? Inside, she was a tornado.
Alejandro, on the other hand, sat like he hadn’t just fingered her into oblivion in a storage room.
He cut his steak calmly, chewed slowly, nodded once at something the couple beside them said. Completely unbothered and completely relaxed.
The audacity.
Nivera’s mind was a war zone. Her lips still tingled. Her thighs still trembled.
Her breath hitched every time she remembered the way his fingers moved inside her—like he owned her, like he’d always known exactly how to touch her.
And he just walked away.
Now here he was, sipping wine and eating fillet mignon like the world hadn’t just shifted.
Nivera slammed her napkin down a little harder than necessary.
Andrew, a young man beside them, turned with a smile. “Are you alright, Miss Elton?”
“I’m great,” she said with a tight-lipped smile that did not reach her eyes.
Alejandro glanced at her from the corner of his eye and said nothing. Nothing. Not a damn word.
That bastard!
He even had the audacity to flash her a slight smirk before leisurely stabbing a piece of lamb and bringing it to his mouth.
She picked up her fork and stabbed a piece of grilled steak like it had personally offended her.
Andrew tried again, clearly unaware of the fact that Nivera was seething. “Your dress is stunning. Is it Vera Wang?”
“No,” she replied curtly.
“Ah. I thought—”
“You’re not the first to say it tonight,” she smiled, then picked up her wine glass and downed half of it in one go.
Andrew blinked and looked away, maybe getting the hint that she didn't know nor did she care.
Alejandro didn’t say a word. But she knew he was enjoying this. Every second of her unraveling.
Because unlike her, he didn't have any emotions, and everything was a game to him, including what had just happened.
But she didn't know that it couldn't be further from the truth.
Alejandro glanced at her once again. His expression was still calm and unreadable. But beneath that composed exterior, a storm was raging.
He hadn’t even tasted the beef in his mouth. Everything paled in comparison to how she’d tasted on his fingers. Sweet. Addictive. Better than anything he’d ever imagined.
He flexed his hand under the table, the same one that had been inside her not long ago. The scent of her still clung to his skin, phantom and maddening.
He hadn’t meant to go that far. He hadn’t planned to.
But the moment she looked him in the eye and whispered please, something in him snapped. The need to claim her, ruin her for anyone else, had surged through him with no brakes.
He had walked away because if he hadn’t, he would have taken her against that wall, consequences be damned.
And judging by the way she was looking at him now with fire in her eyes, he knew she wouldn’t have stopped him.
And that was the problem.
Because if he’d tasted her, he wouldn’t have stopped. And he had a feeling he wouldn’t have let her go afterwards either.
She wasn’t a toy anymore but a challenge he had to solve so he could finally get rid of her from his head.
So yes, he walked away.
And yes, he regretted it.
Nivera stabbed another piece of her food while he took a long sip of his wine.
“Are you going to keep acting like you didn’t just—” she hissed slowly, turning to him.
“Eat?” he said innocently.
“You’re insufferable.”
“Thank you, Cabezota.”
She glared. His calm was infuriating.
Across the room, her father appeared, like the demon he was. Matthew Elton approached with a glass of whisky in hand and a sneer on his face.
“Andrew, would you please excuse me?” He asked, leaving Andrew in a tough spot.
Who would say no to Matthew Elton asking? And so, Andrew got up and left.
As soon as her father slipped into the seat, Nivera froze with fear.
“I see you two are enjoying yourselves,” he said, tone clipped.
Alejandro gave a polite smile. “It’s a lovely evening.”
“Shame,” Matthew said, swirling his drink. “I was hoping for a scandal. Something to remind the press just who you are beneath the polish.”
Alejandro’s smile didn’t waver. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, Mr. Elton. I’ve learnt restraint. Somewhat. Keep pushing, and I’ll punch you again.”
“She used to have ambition, you know.” Matthew scoffed as he glanced at his daughter, which made Nivera flinch.
Alejandro set his wine down. “She still does. Just not the kind you can control.”
Matthew's face darkened. He leaned in slightly. “You think you’ve won? She’ll be done with you soon enough.”
“Maybe,” Alejandro said casually, “But until then, it’s my name she moans.”
Matthew froze as red began to creep up his neck.
Meanwhile, Nivera’s eyes widened. “Alejandro—” Was he crazy to say such a thing to her father?
Matthew stared at them, nostrils flaring, rage simmering beneath the surface.
“Now, unless you want to hear details of our bedroom activities, goodnight,” Alejandro said coolly, turning back to his plate.
“You really outdid yourself by getting involved with this bastard!” Matthew then stormed off.
Nivera stared at Alejandro after her father was gone. “Did you just tell my father I moan your name?”
Alejandro shrugged. “Was I wrong?”
She stabbed another piece of asparagus, after which she inhaled sharply, grabbing her water. “I’m going to drown myself with this.”
“Don’t,” Alejandro said mildly. “Then I’d have to give you mouth-to-mouth, and you clearly can’t handle me touching you again.”
His words nearly made her choke. “You’re disgusting.”
“I’m honest.”
“Honest men don’t make women beg and then walk away like nothing happened.”
His eyes locked with hers, and it sent shivers down her spine.
“If I hadn’t walked away, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. We’d be in a locked room with your legs around my waist and you screaming my name as I pound in and out of you aggressively.”
Nivera's mouth dropped wide open as she didn't know what to say to his words, but her face knew how to react as it turned crimson.
So he didn't leave because he was bored, he left so he wouldn't have sex?
Somehow, she couldn't decide which was worse? Was sleeping with her that bad for him in his books?
“Cat cut your tongue?” Alejandro jabbed.
She bit back her retort as an older couple passed by, smiling and waving.
“Smile,” Alejandro whispered. “You’re supposed to look like you’re in love.”
Nivera forced a grin. “You have no idea how lucky you are I haven’t stabbed you with this fork yet.”
“Feisty,” he chuckled.
They endured about two more hours of the gala. Speeches, laughter, applause.
None of it registered. Nivera’s mind was still back in that storage room while Alejandro’s jaw was tight the entire time, his thoughts tangled with the memory of her taste, her sounds, her softness.
The event turned into a tortuous one for the two and Nivera couldn't have been more happy when Alejandro said he was time to leave.
They left quietly through the back.
The car ride home was wrapped in thick silence. The kind that pulsed with unsaid words and wild thoughts.
Nivera sat with her arms crossed, staring straight ahead trying to ignore how her body still reacted to his presence.
Alejandro leaned back, watching the city blur past through the window when his phone rang.
He pulled it from his pocket. One glance at the screen, and his entire body changed.
Why was she calling?
“Aunt?” He answered immediately.
Nivera looked over, sensing the shift in his tone.
He answered. “What? When?”
There was a long pause.
“Where are you now?”
Another silence.
“Understood. I’ll prep the team.”
There was another pause, after which he muttered something under his breath, then said, “We’re on our way. Keep them stable.”
He then hung up.
“Alejandro?” Nivera asked, concern lacing her voice. “What happened?”
He turned to her slowly, the storm in his eyes no longer masked.
“Antonio and Zabelle are back early from their honeymoon,” he said quietly.
Nivera blinked. “Why?”
“They were attacked.”
She stared at him, unblinking.
“Zabelle’s been shot. She's in the hospital”
The silence that followed was deafening.
Alejandro turned forward to instruct the driver. “Go to the hospital. We need to be there."
Nivera sighed her heart now matching the chaos that had been sitting just beneath Alejandro’s surface.
He looked like he was itching to kill someone and she knew if he managed to get his hands on who had attacked his brother and his wife, he would do just that.