I glare at Beau as we walk into the boardroom. Unfortunately, there’s only two side-by-side seats left. Taking my seat beside Camila, I nod at my assistant to start. As the meeting begins, something presses against my thigh. I try to move it away, but my hand gets caught in something—or by someone. Turning to my left towards Beau, I shoot him a questioning look. One I hope no one else will notice.Beau gets the message but ignores it. He smirks that devilish smirk of his and continues to hold my hand, interlacing our fingers as he leans over to whisper in my ear. "Don't they look perfect together?" he asks huskily, his hot breath fanning across my neck.Swallowing the lump in my throat, I try to ignore the warmth seeping into my hand and attempt gently tugging my hand out of his without drawing attention to what’s going on, but Beau’s hold only tightens. He smiles, showing off his beautiful dimples. I give up and try to concentrate on what's being said in the meeting, and Beau instan
Saturday comes as quickly as I had hoped. I’ve spent all day getting ready, so now I just need to add a few finishing touches to my face. Luckily, I’m very skilled with makeup, so I was able to do my own, and Tamara had helped me to style my hair in a sexy updo a few hours ago. Once I am done applying my red lipstick, I close the tube and admire how the color accents my skin. Now all that’s left is to put on the dress. Camila had helped me lay it out on my bed earlier. She and Tamara are also coming to the party, so they’ll have a front row seat for what I have in store for Beau. I smile as I look at the dress. Beau is absolutely going to hate it. It’s a sleeveless, nude tulle gown with black flowers, sequins, applique, and a deep V-neck. The back is also open in the same style as the front, with a slit on the side exposing my leg. A thrill of anticipation runs through me as I put it on. I slip on my black heels and then walk to the full-length mirror to take a look at the full ense
After a few minutes of driving, the car arrives at the venue. I grab Beau’s outstretched hand and step out. The thought to refuse his help occurred to me but I changed my mind. Beau puts his hand on my exposed back and walks us to the hotel entrance.“Your skin feels so smooth, my love,” he whispers.I roll my eyes at him. “Your hand is supposed to be on my waist, not my upper back.”“I know, but I want to feel your skin under my fingertips.” He caresses my spine. A shiver passes through my body as my gaze locks with his. Those gray eyes light up, and I try my best to ignore the feeling of his hand on my skin. I roll my eyes at him once again in an attempt to show him he doesn’t affect me.Once inside, Beau and I walk around and thank people for coming. A few minutes later, I excuse myself and find Camila so I can do the same with her. Camila is my partner after all, so it’s only proper we thank people for coming together. Also, I’d never met the people Beau and I spoke with. I want t
It's been a few weeks since the celebration party. I have been avoiding Beau like he is COVID-19. I know we’ve seen each other only a few times since he came back into my life, and it may seem like I’m worrying too much, but I am not. Beau only touched me through my panties, and I was dripping wet. I can’t even imagine what would happen if he touches my bare core. Plus, Beau and I have history, making it easy for me to fall for him if we were intimate. What am I even saying? He’s only touched me three times, and my body practically wants the man to fuck her already. She clearly has no shame when it comes to him, and I know it wouldn’t be hard for me to fall for him again, so to prevent that from happening I am keeping my distance.As an investor in my company, Beau inspects the houses we use his investment to build. I am supposed to go with him, but I’ve been asking Camila to go in my place. Today was supposed to be the same, but Camila had to visit her mom. She isn't doing so well. I
A few hours have gone by since I got back from the store and made Beau lunch. It’s nighttime, and I should be on the way home, but I’m worried about Beau being alone. I am finding it hard to leave him. The hundreds of ways that his situation could become worse have been floating around in my head all day. I just can't bring myself to leave him."Delilah?""Yes?" I turn away from the TV to look at Beau."Why are you still here?""No reason." The last thing I want to do is tell him I’m worried about him. He’d make such a big deal about it." It’s not because you’re worried about me?""No.""Hmm." Beau places his hand on his chin and stares at me, with an amused glint swimming in his eyes."What?""It amazes me how you think just because you can lie about being worried about me that I will believe you.""I am not lying; it's the truth. I’m not worried about you.""It's funny how you think I can't tell you are.""Okay!” I finally say, exasperated. “Maybe I am worried about you, but I beli
I smell him before I taste him. The intoxicating scent of his cologne engulfs me. Then, his lips touch mine and they still taste the same as the first day I kissed him. A part of me wants to enjoy this moment, get lost in it, but another just wants my answer. Not thinking, I let my body decide. My hands instantly go around Beau's neck as his arms wrap around my waist. My entire body melts into his as his alluring taste fills my mouth. Beau deepens the kiss, and I let him. His hand goes under my shirt and roams all over my back. Every single place he touches burns for more. I resist the urge to moan.Beau pulls away after what seems like forever and places his forehead against mine while we both try to catch our breath."I love you, Cher, and I am going to make you fall in love with me again," Beau says, still out of breath, with great determination in his voice.I look at him, confused. I’m not sure my ears are functioning well today. Did he just say those words to me? I take a step a
It’s later that night when I get into my car and drive to the hospital like a woman with a death wish. Beau's driver, James, just called and told me that Beau is in the hospital. He couldn’t tell me why because he doesn't know any of the details. All he told me was Beau had called asking James if he could pick him up from the hospital, but James is stuck in traffic, so he asked me to help get Beau. I’ve been trying to call Beau as I drive to the hospital, but he hasn't answered. It’s making me worry that something horrible has happened to him.I finally get there and rush into the emergency ward, my eyes searching everywhere for Beau. I am a little out of breath from running into the hospital from the parking lot. Aren't I pathetic? The man broke my heart just a few hours ago, and now I’m in the hospital looking all over for him while my heart beats louder than a drum. I had considered sitting at home and pretending I didn't receive the call from James, but I couldn't. Beau doesn't de
We finally make it back to Beau’s place, and after an incredibly awkward walk up the stairs, I get him in bed. I’m trying to pretend I didn't just have an orgasm a few minutes ago while Beau wears the fact on his face with satisfaction. I want to say something, but I know it would only make things worse. His ego has already grown enough. I don't understand why I can't resist him. It's like when he touches me, I forget everything else in the world, and the only thing I can think of at that moment is what his hands are doing to me. It's so frustrating because it makes me look weak. And I hate that. I need to be strong; I need to resist him. "Is there anything you want to do?" I ask, standing up straight after getting him settled."I would love to change for bed, but I would need your help, if you don’t mind.""I don't; let me get you something to change into." I walk to his closet to get his pajamas.I come back once I find a set and help him remove his shirt before trying to help hi