Page 45 of The Billionaire

Oh God, kissing him should be made illegal because it just felt that damn good. How he smelled, how he tasted, how he felt. For month after month I went to sleep every night re-living this sweet moment, the dreams haunting me during the day.

And now here he was again. Kissing me. Wanting me as if he felt that magnetic pull, too.

As his hands rested on my waist, my hands found their way in this gorgeous locks, and I found myself making small twists, feeling as if I may just explode right then and there with desire. We both struggled for air until he finally pulled away.

My entire body went limp in fiery desire to be united with him again. My eyes were still closed as I felt his hot whisper in my ear.

My legs were still wrapped around his waist, pinned with his strong sexy body against the wall.

“Come away with me.”

I nodded my head in agreeance. I didn’t care where. I just needed him. I was under an intoxicating spell and there was no breaking it.

“Okay,” I said back, afraid of opening my eyes for fear of him disappearing. Childish, I know. But when you wait day and night, and hours feel like months, and months feel like years, you cherish the moment you are finally together.

You want it to be real.

Please let this be real.

I opened my eyes.

“I thought I lost you there.”

“Here?”

He shook his head and laughed as his thumb rested below my chin.

“Out there. With him.” He lifted his chin and motioned towards the direction. “And now, you’re finally mine.”

Yes. Finally yours. My insides flopped like Jello on the inside. He did that to me. But the logical side of me that I had hushed to a whisper stood in a corner in my brain, tapping her responsible foot with arms crossed. You don’t belong to anyone! You’re a headstrong, independent, woman who—

Snip it!

I drowned my voice of reason out. She was boring and I always, always, always listened to her. And I didn’t want to be boring anymore.

“Finally yours?”

“Like I said, there is an order here. What’s his face is the order. Now that he’s had you, he can move on. We can move on. I’d move hell and earth if I had to. And I did my best because I’m a jealous man. I can’t stand thinking of another man with you. Like that.” He growled. “I want you all to myself. These past months have been torture. It’s a little premature for me to say this but no one’s made me feel this way like you. There is no substitute to that type of connection we had. Could have.”

He whipped me around and sat me on his lap on a wooden bench. His hands firmly on my hips.

“Let’s start with breakfast, shall we? How does Maui sound?” He looked down at his watch. “We still have five hours Hawaii time before dawn.”

Finally responsible Kenzie stood up and shouted for attention and I gave way.

“Maui is it? Because maybe I’m . . . am I in danger in need to flee?”

“Danger?”

“There is this woman who works here with the heavy charcoaled eye makeup who helped me before I went to the red room. She said to not trust anyone here. To not—“.

He sniffled a laugh, and coughed with a fist over his mouth. “She tried to blackmail the organization for lots of money, of course she would be in trouble. Couple that with years upon years with suffering from PTSD and insomnia, you start going crazy.”

“So, you’re saying she’s going crazy.” I shook my head not wanting to believe it. “But she looked so . . . normal.”

“Someone feed off of drama much? Look, I’m no Dr. Phil, but is that intelligent doctor brain of yours always going ninety miles an hour, always working, always striving, and you never let your hair down? Do you choose to see the drama and hardships of everything? Because not everything is black and white, good or bad. Not everything is categorized.”

At first I was offended. I was rendered speechless. But I understood what he was getting at. My mind had been trained to be like that little hamster wheel, always going, going, going. Striving, striving, striving. I rarely stopped thinking and strategizing. Okay, I never did.

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