Page 31 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

She was still sitting in the same spot while in a daze, and only when the knock came on the door did she realize that she’d never even got to tell Blaine exactly where she lived. So how did he...

She threw open the door with eyes flashing, but whatever she wanted to say was lost when Dean pulled her into his arms. She struggled against him instinctively, but he held her tightly. His face tucked into her neck and for some reason, it instantly calmed her down. She’d missed this so much! The warm closeness of the person you loved. His touch, his embrace. She’d missed him. She let him hold her, and her fingers found their way in his hair, relishing the wavy locks.

His next words left her dazed.

“Why did you leave? Just a letter and then nothing?” he asked calmly, but the tension in his frame was anything but calm. He gripped her shoulders and pushed her back to bore his eyes into hers. “Tell me, Sheri.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Start with the truth,” he demanded.

“And how about you? How did you know this address? And what else do you know?”

Dean shrugged. “None of that matters. It’s enough that I kept enough tabs on you so I could at least know you were OK.”

“So, you could have sought me out at any time,” she accused. “But instead you just kept off, not caring how much that would hurt me?”

“Hurt you? Sheri, you’re the one who left,” he said furiously, while she huffed and folded her arms. He grabbed her shoulders again.

Dean grit out, “You know how much emptiness I felt when I came back and found you gone? No one else could made me look like such a fool.”

“Exactly! That’s how I felt when we were together and it was just like being your puppet and feeling like something you could throw away at any time! Like my feelings meant nothing…”

Sheri’s tirade was broken off as Dean drew her tightly against him once more. “Don’t ever say your feelings meant nothing! You don’t know what the fuck you’re saying,” he worded, voice dangerously low while he held her face against his chest.

She was breathing heavily and still in the whole shock sensation of seeing him again, so much that it was making her shake. “But you moved on,” she said. “All those women…”

“None of them meant anything. I didn’t touch them,” he growled. “I couldn’t. And don’t you give me that moved on crap. Because I know it’s the same with you.”

She blushed in embarrassment, pushing back roughly out of his hold. “Don’t flatter yourself, Dean.”

A flash of amusement crossed his eyes and barely tilted his lips. “You and I know there’s a whole lot left between us. No matter how much you try to fight it.”

He drew her into his arms and kissed her lips passionately and deeply. She was lost in the kiss even before she knew it. She let Dean slip his tongue in her mouth in fiery thrusts of enticement. It took superhuman effort to get her senses back and break the kiss, her head whirling.

“Dean…”

“I don’t know why you left. But I think I gave you enough time, and now we can sort everything out between us. I’ll make you completely mine again,” he said like a promise as he kissed her temple, his mouth lingering there and softening Sheri’s anger into mush.

Needing some space to breathe again and gather her thoughts, she mumbled something about getting them a warm drink. All the time she was in the kitchen making cocoa, she berated her weakness and being unable to control herself from his kisses, his touch. When she got back out there, she had to figure out a way to bring up the baby. Her knees began to shiver at the thought of it.

She returned and there Dean was, standing in the middle of the room this time with a thunderous look on his face. She set down the mugs and faced him in confusion. What on earth had happened to him to make him so angry? He looked up at her and his expression had darkened. He had her phone and he’d been scrolling though, and now his face looked seriously calm as his voice as he said, “Who’s Guy and what’s this about moving to L.A. to be with him?”

“Are you going through my emails?” she gasped angrily.

“That’s not the matter. First, you answer my question.”

“No. You tell me what right you have to snoop into my business?”

“Sheri, you either tell me or I’ll just find out myself,” he said, voice softly sinister.

She tossed her head, huffing in outrage at how easily he won these arguments. “Okay! Guy’s my best friend, you saw him once. He offered to let me stay at his place in L.A. while I…”

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