ARRANGED MARRIAGE TO A RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

I'm on my way to make breakfast when I decide to check on Drake again. After what happened last night, I'm pretty sure that he'll have a hangover once he wakes up. The morning sun has risen, casting its ray upon his face. He's still sleeping. I climb on the bed and sit beside him, staring at him, crossing my arms on my chest. Then his eyelids flicker, and a few moments later, he opens his eyes. He abruptly sits up and backs off, his back smacking the headboard. "You're scaring me," he barks. I must have looked like a ghost. "Spill it." I glower at him. "What?" he rasps, squinting his eyes before squeezing them shut. He curses. His head must be spinning. "Last night," I say. "What was that all about?" He groans, touching his head. "Shit. I was knocked out, wasn't I?" "Uh-huh." "I got carried away." "For what?" I ask. "What celebration?" I go straight to the point. He laughs, closing his eyes, looking like he doesn't even believe that it's happening. "My internship." My eyes

I get up from the couch, and my gaze darts on the thing lying on the armchair. It's Prince's notebook. Wondering if it's something important that he forgot to bring, I walk closer to it. I feel guilty for looking into other people's stuff, but there's something urgent kicking inside me. I take the book and flip through the pages. Then my eyes widen. It's all about the presentation to get into the internship. He's written the notes here and there. The important points, the conclusions and what he has to say to convince the company. No. No. No. I gulp, and even my hand starts to shake. This can't be happening. He forgot to bring it with him. How could he? He must have been in a hurry. I snap my head towards the clock. I have less than an hour until the presentation. Without thinking further, I decide to bring the book to him. My hand grips the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turn white. The traffic lights change to red, and I curse, beating the steering wheel again for God

I take off my lab coat as my first chemistry lab ends. It's been a long session and quite tiring. Tucking the files back into my bag, I wonder how I'll get home later. I guess that I would take the bus, since my car is broken -- I just found out this morning when I couldn't start the engine. "Have you asked someone to fix your car?" Kyla asks beside me, slinging her backpack over her shoulders. Since we're taking the same major, we have many classes together, and I find it pleasing. She's my first friend here. "Nope." I sigh. "Why don't you try to ask Prince?" she asks as we exit the lab. She winks, teasing me, and I roll my eyes. So, this girl here has asked me about how I managed to hand my jaw-dropping assignment to Professor Adams so quickly, and I've told her about Prince. But no, I can't trouble Prince again. I'm well aware that Prince is busy preparing for the football game tomorrow, and I don't want to disturb him. Why do I have to be so clueless about cars? I'm going to

Prince grabs the bathrobe hanging on the wall and covers my body with it. I realize that I was almost naked in front of him. I've never thought before that it would be that hard just to clean myself up. He seems to realize that I can't do it either, so he lifts me in his arms and carries me back into my bedroom. He lays me down on the bed, and my body tenses at the sudden loss of his warmth. Thankfully, he also lays down beside me before pulling me closer to him. It's like I need him to forget about what the psycho did to me inside the alley, to replace all the horrible and nasty feelings on my body. I still haven't cleaned myself up, but I'll survive if he keeps holding me close to him. I put my hands on his back, sighing. "Did you call the cops?" "I did," Prince says. "He deserves to rot in jail. Sick bastard." His anger is still evident in his voice. "If they don't find him, I'm going to hunt him myself. I'll find the person who fucking did this to you." Somehow, I feel somethi

I'm shocked at the sudden movement. Prince lips brush against mine. They feel so soft and delicate, and his mouth smells like fresh mint gum. He starts to move his lips, but I'm still star struck that I don't even know what I'm going to do. It tells how inexperienced I am. "Open your mouth," he whispers against my lips. What? My mind is still in cloud nine that I can't comprehend anything he says. Is this the kind of 'teaching that he meant before? Naughty, naughty Prince. But I comply anyway. I give him access, and the next thing I know is that he shoves his tongue into my mouth. His tongue teases mine and explores the new territory, so slowly that it makes me almost moan. Almost. Pull yourself together, Cheska. You don't want to embarrass yourself. But he continues kissing me, and everything feels so good and sweet in my mouth. I don't think that I'll be able to hold my moan for a long time. I like it. Fuck. I like my first kiss. I close my eyes and kiss him back, trying to