Chapter 5 You're An Asshole

Amber’s P.O.V.

My pussy aches to be touched by him as he kisses me hard. His tongue is completely dominating my mouth, destroying any sense of reality I have left.

I’m so turned on.

I’m so damn wet for him.

The heat pooling between my thighs is unbearable, and at this moment, I want nothing except to feel his hand on my wetness. I want his fingers to slide inside me and relieve the agonising pressure he just created.

But right as his fingertips brush against the lace of my panties, the loud ring of a phone shatters the quiet night air.

Hunter freezes.

The dark, wild hunger in his blue eyes instantly snaps back into a cold, guarded mask. Without saying a single word, he yanks his hand out from under my nightdress, steps back, and rushes away toward the mansion, leaving me completely high and dry.

I slump back against the wooden swing, my chest heaving as I try to pull air into my lungs.

My lips are bruised, my body is literally vibrating with unsatisfied arousal, and he just left me here, so hot, so breathless, and completely burning for him.

I press my shaking hands against my face. When I was busy writing my novel on my tablet, listening to soft music, he completely shocked me by kissing my neck.

I’m a writer. An erotic writer. My mind is very dirty, filled with all the wicked, intense scenarios I dream up for my books.

And now, those exact stories I read and write are suddenly becoming my reality. The off-limits hot romance. That dangerous temptation.

I didn’t know that one day, the things I am reading and writing would manifest like this.

For those few minutes, his touch was so all-consuming that he even took me to another world. I forgot everything. I even forgot about the silence I hate, and I forgot about my dreadful past.

But why is he so rude to me?

One second, he is pinning me down and devouring me like he can't stay without kissing me, and the next, he behaves so rudely with me.

I look toward the mansion, my heart pounding as I try to cool the heavy wetness still pulsing between my legs. He is dangerous, but my twisted mind is already hooked.

***

Hunter’s P.O.V.

The next morning, I sit at the dining table, a cup of black coffee in my hand. I find my eyes constantly drifting toward the grand staircase, locking onto the hallway upstairs.

Where the fuck is she? Why hasn't she come down to the breakfast table yet?

I swirl the coffee in my mug, my jaw clenched. It’s only been a single day, and I am already going completely crazy about her.

I want to see her. I need to see her. The fact that a woman is controlling my thoughts this much makes me furious.

Frustrated with myself, I push my plate away and stand up to leave for the office, feeling a heavy wave of disappointment.

But as I walk toward the main exit, my feet change direction on their own. I can’t stop myself from walking out toward the garden, toward the exact spot where I left her burning last night.

As I step onto the grass, I think about last night.

If that damn phone call hadn't interrupted us last night, I wouldn't be standing here aching. I would have slid my fingers inside her panties to feel exactly how tight she is, and my dick wouldn't have been throbbing for her all night.

But the anger vanishes the moment I reach the lawn. An automatic, uninvited smile appears on my face.

She is still out here, asleep on the wooden swing. Her tablet is clutched loosely in her hand, and one of her AirPods has dropped out, lying on the green grass below. She looks so peaceful, completely unprotected in the morning light.

I walk over to her, stepping quietly until I am towering over the swing. Without overthinking it, I lean down, slide my arms beneath her knees and back, and pick her up into my arms.

She weighs absolutely nothing. She is so incredibly fragile in my grip, her small head lolling against my shoulder.

I carry her back inside the house, heading toward the guest room.

For a few minutes, I completely forget about my rules, my anger, and what the hell I’m actually doing.

I'm just holding her.

But as I step into the room, she stirs. Her green eyes flutter open, and the second she realises she is in my arms, a look of pure shock crosses her face.

"Where are you taking me?" she demands, her voice laced with panic. "Put me down right now!"

The sharp tone of her voice snaps me back to reality.

Realising what I’m doing, carrying her to a bedroom like some dotting lover, a cold wave of embarrassment hits me.

I instantly open my arms and drop her right onto the bed.

She bounces slightly on the mattress, glaring up at me as she snaps, "You idiot!"

I shrug my shoulders carelessly, forcing my expression into a blank mask, though my hand almost reaches out on instinct to check if she is okay after the drop. "What? You asked me to put you down."

I turn to leave the room before I do something even more stupid.

As I walk out, I hear her muttered curse follow me through the doorway. "You're an asshole."

A genuine smirk touches my lips as I walk down the steps.

A minute later, I climb into the driver's seat of my car. I glance up at the rearview mirror and freeze. I’m smiling. I look like a completely different person.

Catching myself, I immediately force my face back into a serious, cold expression, gripping the steering wheel tightly as I pull out of the driveway.

When I reach the office, the strangest thing happens. For the first time in my life, my entire day goes exceptionally well.

I sit at my desk, reviewing files, and when my assistant does something wrong, I don't feel the sudden, violent urge to snap.

For the first time, I don’t need to call her into my cabin to strip her, torture her, or vent my dark rage just to get relief. I don’t lose my temper once.

I handle every meeting, every contract, and every employee completely calmly.

As the sun begins to set outside my office window, I lean back in my leather chair, completely surprised by my own behaviour.

I look out at the Manhattan skyline, a heavy breath escaping my lips as her face flashes in my mind.

What the fuck are you doing to me, Green Eyes?