[{"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-22":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},1735656,2219,"Chapter 22: Bathroom","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>I woke up slowly, wrapped in warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My apartment was always cold. The heating barely worked, and I’d gotten used to waking up shivering under my thin comforter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shifted slightly, sinking deeper into whatever I was lying on. Expensive sheets. The kind that felt like clouds. A mattress that probably cost more than my rent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My brain was still foggy, half-asleep, trying to piece together,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes snapped open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t my bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t my apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I bolted upright, heart hammering, and took in my surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive bedroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows with sunlight streaming through expensive curtains. Sleek modern furniture. A chandelier, an actual chandelier, hanging from the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the middle of a bed that could fit five people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memories slammed into me all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phone call. The car. The hotel. Cassian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian’s hands on me. His voice. The way he,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I screamed internally, hands flying to my face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NO. NO NO NO.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over the sheets, looking around frantically for my clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There. On a chair by the window. Folded. Folded?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who folded my clothes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he fold my clothes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grabbed my jeans, my shirt, yanking them on with shaking hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phone. I needed my phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I patted my pockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I checked the nightstand. Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dresser. The floor. Under the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the hell is my phone?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was mid-panic when I heard voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muffled. Coming from outside the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh God, there are people out there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crept toward the door, pressing my ear against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multiple voices. Professional. Clipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one I recognized immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My stomach dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I cracked the door open just a sliver, peeking through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The living area of the suite was full of people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A camera crew. Lighting equipment. A woman in a sleek blazer holding a microphone, smiling too brightly, leaning slightly toward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was sitting in one of the high-backed chairs near the window, legs crossed, looking every bit the powerful CEO. Hair perfectly styled. Suit immaculate. And,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was wearing glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thin, black-framed glasses that made him look stupidly, unfairly, criminally hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t even looking at the interviewer. Just flipping through a file in his lap, signing documents with a pen, completely unbothered by the woman practically throwing herself at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was saying something, asking a question, probably, but he didn’t respond immediately. Just kept reading. Signing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, without looking up: \"Mmhm. That’s correct.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman’s smile faltered slightly, but she recovered quickly, adjusting her blazer and leaning in closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should’ve looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should’ve shut the door and figured out an escape plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I couldn’t stop staring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because just then, the door to the suite opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lila.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My ex-girlfriend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding two coffee cups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stopped breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked straight to Cassian, setting one of the cups on the table beside him with a bright, practiced smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your coffee, Mr. Wolfe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even glance at her. Just nodded once, still focused on his paperwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lila’s smile tightened, but she didn’t push. Just stepped back, hovering nearby like she was waiting for him to acknowledge her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched, frozen, as she stood there, clearly hoping for something, a look, a word, anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then I saw movement in my peripheral vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A staff member. Heading toward the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slammed the door shut as quietly as I could, heart pounding like a drum in my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is she doing here?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew Lila worked in media. She wrote for some online gossip outlet, Pulse Daily or Trend Weekly or something equally vapid. And I knew they did video interviews sometimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My brain spiraled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does she know I’m here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does Cassian know she’s my ex?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh God, what if she finds out what happened last night?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just stood there, back pressed against the door, trying not to hyperventilate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay. Okay. Think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You need to get out of here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can’t just walk out there. There are cameras. And Lila.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Cassian, who will probably find this whole situation hilarious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced around the room, desperate for a solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And my eyes landed on the bathroom door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a plan. It was barely a thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was all I had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I bolted into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, locking it for good measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then I just... stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breathing hard. Heart racing. Brain scrambling to process the absolute insanity of my life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bathroom was obscene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marble everything. A shower big enough to fit six people. A bathtub that looked like it belonged in a spa. Gold fixtures. Heated floors. A mirror that was somehow backlit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course it’s this nice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I caught my reflection in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked like hell. Hair sticking up at odd angles. Eyes bloodshot. Face pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And my neck,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a faint bruise on my neck. Just below my jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From last night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I touched it gingerly, and a wave of shame crashed over me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What am I doing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What have I done?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let the man my girlfriend left me for,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ex-girlfriend, I corrected myself bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let the man my ex-girlfriend left me for put his hands on me. Put his mouth on me. Make me fall apart like I was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I’d liked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d been desperate for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, standing here in his bathroom, I could still feel the ghost of his touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re pathetic, Noah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shower called to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I needed to wash this off. All of it. The shame. The humiliation. The lingering scent of his cologne on my skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned on the water, stripped off the clothes I’d just put on, and stepped under the spray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water was hot. Almost scalding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tilted my head back, letting it wash over me, and tried to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would Lila say if she found out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would she care? Would she be disgusted? Angry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would she even believe it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d left me for someone like him. Someone powerful. Wealthy. Dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now here I was, tangled up in his games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God, I’m such a mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scrubbed at my skin, trying to erase the feeling of his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could still feel him. Still hear his voice in my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Such a good boy for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shuddered, heat pooling low in my stomach despite everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stop it. Stop thinking about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t hear footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t realize I wasn’t alone until,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well. This is a nice view.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I spun around, heart stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Leaning against the frame. Cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curling lazily upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that look on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amused. Predatory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he’d just found his favorite toy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a slow drag, eyes dragging over me with deliberate, shameless interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he whistled. Low. Appreciative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve got a better body than I gave you credit for, Noah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My face exploded in heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get out!\" I snapped, covering myself uselessly with my hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t move. Just smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You seem to have made yourself comfortable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You didn’t wake me up!\" I shot back, voice rising. \"I should’ve been gone hours ago!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I couldn’t help it.\" He stepped further into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. \"You looked so peaceful. So pretty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glared at him. \"It’s none of your business.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t it?\" He tilted his head, smoke drifting from his lips. \"I have to say, I’m genuinely curious. Your ex-girlfriend left you for someone better. But looking at you now?\" He let his gaze drag over me again, slow and deliberate. \"You’ve got the face. The eyes. The body.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, smirk widening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The ass.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My jaw dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And,\" he continued, utterly shameless, \"you’re decently endowed. Not impressive, mind you. Average. But serviceable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shut up, \"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So really,\" he mused, taking another drag, \"what was her problem?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wanted to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right there in his stupidly expensive shower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where’s my phone?\" I demanded, desperate to change the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his pocket and pulled it out, waving it lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes! Be careful with it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. \"You want it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Obviously!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then come get it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I froze. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Step out of the shower,\" he said simply. \"And come get it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why would I do that?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because you asked for your phone.\" He shrugged. \"And I’m not coming in there to hand it to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just drop it and leave!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile faded slightly. \"You’re not ready for your phone yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait, \"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped out of the shower, water dripping everywhere, and stretched out my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keeping as much distance as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give it to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at my outstretched hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then back at my face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, arm extending like he was going to hand it over,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he grabbed my wrist with his other hand and pulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stumbled forward, crashing into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm instantly wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. He slid down. Lower. Cupping my ass. Squeezing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cassian, \" I gasped, trying to push him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just slipped my phone back into his pocket, exhaled smoke into my face and leaned in close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His nose brushed my neck. Inhaling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You smell like me,\" he murmured, voice low and dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s turning me on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let go, \"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled me closer, hand still on my ass, fingers dangerously close to...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give me my phone,\" I choked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ignored me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can feel you getting hard, Noah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My face burned. \"I’m not, \"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are.\" His hand squeezed again. \"Still frustrated from last night?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t say it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t say it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But my body betrayed me, pressing into him despite everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled, low and smug. \"Should I help you finish? Right here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then his phone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spell shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled away, releasing me, and I stumbled back, cold and exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled his phone from his other pocket, pressed it to his ear, putting out his cig on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without looking at me, he pulled my phone out and tossed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I caught it, fumbling, still trying to process what just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Door closing behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naked. Dripping. Hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And completely, utterly wrecked.\u003C\u002Fp>",1819,"2026-06-06T16:23:43.175Z",1,"novelbin.me","71067d65cd2689d20c7dd79da028914182a29f02ad0e37395b149ec3e80f3633","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-23","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-21",307,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-cover.jpg"]