Page 81 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

“I'm full of nothing. I blew my load five minutes ago.”

I closed my eyes and laughed, covering my face.

“Hey, don't hide,” he whispered. “I missed your face most of all.”

I smiled warmly at him. “And I missed yours, too.”

He tugged me down and invited me into his arms, kissing the top of my head like he always did.

And that's when it hit me.

We shouldn't have done that, I thought as I bit my lower lip.I should have been more careful. If we fall into the same rhythm as before, he could leave again . . . and I don't want that.

CHAPTER21

Levon

I rolledover and reached out to find Clara. I rustled my hand around the cool sheets, blinking to clear my vision with some mild confusion when I couldn't find her. I glanced around the room. Nothing seemed to have changed from the previous night. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, groaning as I realized it was Sunday.

“Clara?” I called out, hearing my voice echo through the kitchen. “Can I have breakfast in bed?”

I chuckled as I tossed my legs over the edge of the mattress. I placed my feet on the fluffy carpet, groaning again as I got up to walk into the bathroom. I relieved myself before washing my hands and entering the kitchen.

“Hey, Clara. I was joking.”

I peeked around.

The house was empty.

I searched the area for signs of life.

I suppose Laura never came back last night, I considered as I went to the counter.Even the coffee maker is cold.

I hummed thoughtfully as I went to the fridge, noticing a note sitting on the handle. I plucked the sticky note from the door and held it up to the light.

In perfect cursive—Clara's handwriting—was written: “I'm sorry about last night. I need to clear my head today.”

I frowned.

I went back to the bedroom to search through my clothes that were still on the floor. I located my pants and fished my phone from the pocket, holding it up to see if I had any messages from Clara.

There were none.

My frown deepened as I scrolled down to Laura's messages. I clicked the call button. The line trilled a few times before she picked up.

“Hey, brother-slash-friend. How's it going?” she asked.

I wiped my lips before replying, “Hey, have you heard from Clara today?”

“No, she usually sleeps in. Is she not home?”

“No, I guess she left before I woke up.”

She giggled. “Oh, so, you spent the night?”

“Yeah, she invited me over because she said you weren't going to be here.”

“That sounds about right. She doesn't want me knowing the details, huh?”

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