Page 19 of Falling for the Hot Billionaire

Tyrell

Justine was not helping the situation at all. She said something like that, how she wanted to say yes and, of course, I knew exactly what she was talking about. That was a problem. It would have been easier if I didn't. It would be easier to pretend like I had no idea, but I did. No matter how bad I wanted it though, I could see how nervous she was and there was no way that I could find that sexy. She was scared to death, and it wasn't a turn on. Sure, guys liked the idea of a virgin because they're the first and all, but there was a lot of pressure involved with it, and I didn't think I realized how much until I saw the way she was reacting. She was practically shaking, and it felt like it was my fault.

It seemed like the more I assured her that everything was going to be okay, the more I wondered if it was true or not. Justine left downright scared and whatever desire I felt for her was quickly waning. I didn't want a woman that feared me, I definitely didn't want Justine to fear me. The only thing that sounded right was to give it some more time. Of course, I had wanted to move forward, had wanted her since I woke up and saw her, but I didn't want her so much that I couldn't wait. That was not a problem. I would wait as long as I needed to do what was necessary so that I could have her. After dinner I had other things on the agenda, but instead I talked her into going for a walk. It would give us a little bit of space, which was something that Justine obviously needed.

Finally, as we were coming back, I walked her to her place and told her to have a good night. She looked confused for a moment and then unlocked the door. When she turned back around, I hated the way she looked at me.

“You're just leaving?”

“The date is over. What did you think was going to happen?” I asked with a smile. I really couldn’t help it.

Justine grinned back. “I think you know exactly what I expected to happen.”

I sighed and groaned inwardly. “I don't think either one of us is ready for that yet.”

Justine scoffed. “Is that so?”

“It is. I don't know what you're thinking, Justine, but I'm not that easy.”

Justine didn’t know what to say to that. She was really shocked. Justine was expecting me to jump on her apparently and, of course, now I wondered why she thought such a way. It wasn't hard to imagine someone being too forward. Justine was a beautiful woman and she had been right in assuming what I had thought. She was gorgeous, untouched, and I wanted to be the one to have her. I had to pull myself from that line of thought. It wasn't going to do any good in this scenario.

“Can I ask you a question before you go?” Justine asked sweetly, though every nerve in my body was on high alert. She was pulling me into something. It felt like a trap.

“Of course.” I really wanted to know what her question was. I was intrigued.

“Can I have a kiss?”

It was coming back full circle and there was no way in hell that I would disagree with such a request. Even though I knew what it was going to do to me, my mind, and my body, I moved a bit closer as she leaned her lips into mine. I knew that it was going to be as explosive as last time and it was, making my whole body shiver. I unfortunately became solid, and I was focused on all the wrong things.

It was a lot easier to tell Justine no when she was in my arms, not moved in against my body and making the sweet sounds of submission. I liked to think how good she sounded and how easy it would be to convince her that we needed more. It wouldn't be hard at all.

I pushed her back after a moment, letting her settle back on her feet before letting her go. “There's your kiss.” My voice wavered, but I couldn’t help it.

Justine touched her lips softly, eyes stunned, and went into the house. I wanted to stop her, but I knew better. It was best just to let her go, for the both of us.

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“It'sone thing if you want to take some time off, you never have before, but this is getting ridiculous. You were gone so long when you were in the coma and...” Jacob sighed and it wasn't the first conversation we'd had like this. He expected me to come back to work, everybody did, but I really didn't want to. Once I had started to put some distance between me and my company, I started to realize that too much of my time and energy was going into the business. How much more money could I possibly need or want?

Everybody else was not taking my business decision well though. I knew why that was though. I made a lot of people a lot of money, but that did not mean that I wanted to continue to do it forever. I didn't get anything out of it anymore, there was no thrill in the chase, because there was no chase. Everything came too easily, and with ease came boredom. It made me realize that the last thing I truly needed was to spend any more of my time making money. I was ready to make more, make a business, make a name that could be passed down more than just me. I was ready to think about the part of life that I purposely tried not to care about. I wanted a family and a legacy now.

“I told you, I'm not coming in.”

“What do you mean you're not coming in?”

I sighed and told Jacob to stop being dense. He knew exactly what the hell I was talking about, but it was harder for him to take than it should have been. We’d worked together for a while.

“I gave the reins up, Jacob. I'm not running things anymore.”

“But this is your company, Tyrell!”

He had a point, Jacob always did, but I just wanted to do something more. Jacob didn't have family, partially my fault, no doubt, because he was always working for me. He couldn’t understand where I was coming from because he wasn't there yet. That was easy enough to understand but explaining it and not sounding like a complete idiot was another thing altogether.

At the end of the day though, I had learned my lesson. I didn’t even like to think about what I used to say about love, because it made me realize how little I truly understood it. There was a lot that I was wrong about, but none more than all that had to do with love and the opposite sex. How many times had I said that love was just for people who were afraid to be alone? Was I now that person, or had I been wrong the whole time?

“It is my company, Jacob, and will always be. I left a lot of people in charge that I trust, including you. I know that you're going to do just as good of a job as you did for me. You have to know that I will come in from time to time, but it will not be like before. If you truly can't handle something I will help, but it is time to give the new CEO a chance to earn his stripes.”

“What if he can't cut it?”

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