[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my":3,"chapter-bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-182":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","[BL] Bound to My Enemy: The Billionaire Who Took My Girl",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1735620,2219,"Chapter 182: Satisfaction","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-182",182,"\u003Cp>CASSIAN\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I settled back into my seat with the practiced grace of a man who hadn’t just been undone by another man smaller him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My beer was still cold, the condensation pooling on the table like a clock ticking down the seconds. My expression was neutral as a winter sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To anyone looking, I had simply stepped away to use the facilities and returned to my beer. I was professionally unbothered, a masterclass in executive composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, I was a goddamn mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah was everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a phantom sensation on my palms, a lingering heat under my skin. I could still taste him, that specific, salt-sweet flavor of his skin. My skin still hummed where Noah had bitten me, a sharp, perfect mark that felt like a brand beneath my collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could still feel the weight of him in my hand, hot, leaking and pulsing and the way his entire body had shuddered against mine when he finally broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sounds he’d made, those ragged, desperate whimpers muffled into the wool of my shoulder, were echoing in my head like a siren song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reached for my beer, my fingers steady despite the internal chaos, and took a measured sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Wolfe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was an intrusion. I didn’t turn my head, but I felt Eloise Park leaning in. She had gathered what remained of her courage for another attempt. \"Have you ever been to a karaoke bar before?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a safe question. Carefully chosen. \"No,\" I said, not looking at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh! Well, it’s actually really fun once you—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t offer a rebuttal. I didn’t even offer a nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I simply picked up my phone, checked the time, and let the silence stretch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a blank, heavy silence, the kind that communicated with surgical precision: I am aware you are speaking, and I have chosen not to engage. Please stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She got the message. I felt her pull back, the sound of her glass hitting the table quiet and dejected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dignity was wounded, but my patience was a finite resource tonight. Thank god, I thought, checking the time again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Noah walked back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was trying so hard to look normal that it was painful. He was walking with a careful, stiff gait, as if he had to remind his muscles how to support his weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a high, feverish flush on his cheekbones that no amount of cool alley air could wash away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat down with a deliberate focus on Mason, pointedly avoiding even a glance in my direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The satisfaction that surged through me was deep and primal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched him perform the role of the \"Executive Liaison,\" knowing exactly what he looked like under that mask of composure. I knew how he’d looked minutes ago, coming apart in a dark alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew the weight of him. I knew the way he bucked into a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him try to be a \"composed adult\" while my taste was likely still on his lips was almost enough to make me laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I caught his eyes, just for a second. Green, wide, and currently vibrating with a mix of mortification and something darker and hungrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that brief contact was enough to remind me that I was in significant trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think I’m going to head out,\" Noah announced suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lasted exactly five minutes. Impressive. He was a better performer than I’d given him credit for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?! Already?!\" Mason’s voice was high enough to rattle the glassware. \"The night is young! We haven’t even done group karaoke yet! Noah, you HAVE to stay—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m feeling a little under the weather,\" Noah lied, his smile tight. \"The jet lag is catching up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay fine, I’ll walk you out—\" Mason started to stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No no no!\" Noah’s panic was immediate. \"You should stay! You’re having fun! I’ll be fine, it’s just down the road. I’ll take a cab. Stay, seriously.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched him scramble, thoroughly entertained by the performance. He was almost perfect, but he was reaching. It was time to intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He does look flushed,\" I said, looking up from my phone. I tilted my head at Noah, my tone completely neutral. \"Could be a fever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah went a different, darker shade of red. \"I’m fine—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were warm earlier,\" I said. I let the pause do the heavy lifting. \"Quite warm. You should probably go home and rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I put just enough weight on the word rest that only Noah would feel the bite of it. He looked like he wanted to die on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" he said through his teeth. \"I should. Rest. At home. Alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course,\" I replied, the picture of innocence as I sipped my beer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t miss the look on Mason’s face. He seemed smarter than he looked. Something was clicking in his expression, a realization that I filed away for future management.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay fine,\" Mason said, sounding suspicious. \"Text me when you’re home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched Noah walk out, his bag over his shoulder, his back straight as a rod. He didn’t look back, which I found extremely amusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched the way the custom suit I’d ordered for him hugged his frame. Mine, I thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the table, my phone buzzed with meeting feedback. I began processing the data, but my mind was drifting back to how the day had actually unfolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier in the day, I had been submerged in back-to-back meetings. Noah’s text had arrived in the middle of a briefing with the legal team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Managing. Your to-do list is trying to kill me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had read it, and for a brief moment, the corner of my mouth had pulled into a real smirk. The associate sitting next to me had caught it and immediately paled, clearly assuming my amusement was a prelude to his termination. It wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day had consumed itself. One meeting bled into another, and my phone remained untouched in my pocket. It wasn’t until 6:30 PM that I finally surfaced. I went straight to the executive floor, expecting to find Noah at his desk, but it was dark. Empty. His computer was off, his space perfectly neat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt a slight something. Not concern, I don’t do concern, but something adjacent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something unwelcome. I called his number; it went to voicemail. I texted: Where are you? Delivered, but not read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was walking out of the the elevator, heading to the lobby when I heard two coworkers passing in a hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re still here? Thought you’d gone with Mason and the others,\" the first one said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nah, I’ve got overtime. What about you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Same. I’m jealous, though. Mason looked so excited. He wouldn’t stop yapping about that new karaoke place that just opened around the office.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, I heard him talking to that guy that got promoted, I think Noah is his name... \"\u003C\u002Fp>",1153,"2026-06-06T16:23:43.455Z",1,"novelbin.me","8ecd8706640026590aab45f986237ff48c52cec769cb0bca034b667705647177","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-5","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-4",307,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-cover.jpg"]