บททั้งหมดของ A Deal with the Billionaire's Heir: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Since this day started, all I've felt is warm fuzzies. Joy. Felicity. Bliss. Gladness. Beatitude. Anything synonymous with 'happiness' is what I'm feeling right now. Everything has mixed up in me. Happiness. Surprise. Knowledge. Excitement. I can't believe it. I thought I'd never see the day. I thought it was impossible. I thought he'd never feel the same way I long have towards him. Ryle Andreyev wants to enter my heart. My life. My world. He said it sincerely. There's no way this is a dream. And even if it was, I'd rather get stuck in it forevermore.Ryle is that person. He gave me two hundred thousand dollars. He saved Mom on the verge of collapsing, even though he hasn't known anything about it. Yet. Right from the start of our deal, he's shown me how appreciative he is towards me. How protective and manly he is. How caring he is. He's been the shoulder I lean on whenever my days get gloomy. He's the ferryman who's guided me across the ocean of uncertainties. In short,

Wednesday is so much different. Firstly, the weather, since dawn broke, has been very humid. I'm in our homeroom right now, listening to music — a very cool, soothing one — yet I'm fanning myself effortfully with cardboard. Windows are already slid open yet the air of deep freeze we felt in the past days seems to not pass us any sooner. The sun is reigning in the clearest, bluest sky ever. No thread of nimbus cloud can be seen across the heavens. It's disappointing. Now I hope it pours. I regret hoping not to rain yesterday, because it's really irritating to feel this kind of heat.Secondly, this Wednesday is kind of a blessing to some extent. Colton's name is now cleared of disgrace. As Reign and I believed, he's proven that he didn't mess around with that rival school's cheerleader. He just can't do that. Now, Lia and he are in the reconnection process. Reign and I also called Lia about this last night. Now, all I can see is a Colton with earphones on, drumming on his arm

When I open my still-hurting eyes, I find myself lying on Mom's hospital bed. She's seated by me, a magazine in her hands. She casually flips pages until she notices me yawning. "It's breezy all day long," she says.I sit straight and then look at her but still lost in thoughts. "Yeah. Good morning," I say before getting off the bed. I sit down on a stool and then smell a strong aroma — coffee. I turn my head around and eventually see the trail of smoke, leading my eyes to two cups of coffee on the table."Take one, sweetheart," Mom orders.I obey. It's coffee. Everything caffeinated is life nowadays. As warmth goes down my freezing insides, satisfaction is what I feel. Coffee really makes me pleased."Good, isn't it?" Mom queries.I nod in agreement. It's coffee, so it has to be good."Just give me the signal if you're comfortable already to talk about it, the reason that made you sob last night," she says, reaching for her cup.

Ryle hasn't dialed my phone number for the last twenty-four hours. He hasn't sent me any messages. He's never gone even in the twenty-meter radius of the block. I haven't seen his eyes. I haven't felt his skin. I haven't smelled his scent. The only thing that exists about him is his total absence. I dislike this. Like really, really hating on the shitty situation. I'm being stalked and harassed by my ex-boyfriend, and I can't do anything to stop it, unfortunately. The odds aren't in my favor right now. I wish Ryle was here. Beside me. All I need is his presence and everything will feel okay already. But that's impossible. Ugh.I have to force myself to go to school feeling down. I feel like I can't even lift my feet off the ground. Pitiful, the mixed-up anxiety and hatred in my head slowly eating away my sanity. I wish I hadn't hurt Ryle, but I had to. If we continue seeing each other, it's the end. For me. For him? I can't risk the good reputation people around me have known me for.

"I'm coming, Stella," Ryle says deeply as he widens my legs. Every thrust he does is heaven to me. He keeps on filling me with his entirety, and I can't help but hold onto his neck and then smash my lips against his. He hastens his penetration, making me moan on his tongue, and then he lets out a long, coarse sigh of satisfaction, slowly moving in and out of me. "Fuck, Stella. That was good," he says.All I do is close my eyes as he gets his manhood out of my hole. I'm missing it already. Am I bad for thinking like this? I just want him, his touch. That's all. I've never felt him for days, and those days were torturous. It's all because of this freak ex-boyfriend of mine named Kent. Ugh. That guy sucks. I'm a hundred percent sure he's totally lost it. Or somebody else has been making him lose it. Either way, it's never helped me. It's just made my days dull and gloomy. Lifeless. God knows how miserable I've been when Kent appeared. With a very odd personality.As I get back in my thre