Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Hate you Mr. BILLIONAIRE : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Felicia. Collins and I both sit down at the kitchen counter, and we watch as his mother takes cookies right off a cookie sheet and onto a plate. She sets the plate between us. Collins immediately grabs one up and stuffs it in his mouth. "Be careful, they're still hot," Bonnie warns him. "Yep, I love 'em when they're hot," he states around a mouthful of gooey cookie. Bonnie just shakes her head at her son, goes to the fridge, and gets out some milk and tea. "Milk or tea?" "Iced tea, please." Collins doesn't answer, so I guess he knows she was only asking me. His mother pours a large glass of milk for Collins and then pours a glass of tea for me and herself. She takes a few sips and then talks to us while she continues to move cookies from the sheets onto a cooling rack. I glance at Collins with a soft smile because right now, this big, tough guy reminds me of a little boy sitting there drinking a glass of milk and eating cookies that his mother fixed just for him.

Felicia. It's Friday, my birthday, and Collins insisted that we go out. Tomorrow, we're invited to his mother's to meet some of his family and his older brother, Carson. "So, where are you taking me?" I ask Collins. "It's a surprise." I don't say anything more because if there's one thing I know about Collins Alfred Donovan, it is that he loves to surprise people. Namely me. Like when he bought the grill, he never told me. He just came home with it and started setting it up. We ended up slowly turning the entire backyard into an entertainment oasis over the last two years. He told me to wear jeans and tennis shoes tonight, which I thought was weird if he was taking me out for a fancy dinner. Collins pulls into a bowling alley and parks the truck. I look over at him to see if he's just kidding. "Happy Birthday! We have a lane reserved for us all night." "Collins, I haven't been bowling in a long time." "You'll enjoy it." He comes around and opens the door for me. Is

Felicia.I lift my heavy eyes to his eyes; then I press myself more firmly against his hard body."I don't want to stop, Collins.""Good," he buries his face in the space between my neck and shoulder, then continues to nibble down my shoulder. In a gruff voice, he states, "I'm going to fuck you, Felicia." I shiver at the promise in his words.He suddenly reaches down and picks me up as if I weigh nothing at all, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me into his bedroom. Then, when he loosens his hold, I slide down his front. He seems to revel in my softness as my curves mold to his hard contours.When he finally lets me go, I sway on my feet for just a moment.My hands tremble as I unbutton his shirt, and then I slide my hands softly over his chiseled chest and shoulders. I push his shirt off of him so I can trail my fingertips over his black tribal tattoo that runs over his shoulder and down his arm. I make my way back down his hard chest and flat stomach. I see he has anot

Collins.Collins has been working nights for the past few days. He goes in around midnight and doesn't get home until eight o'clock the next morning.It's only me in the bed, alone. It's amazing how quickly I've become used to having Collins in bed with me. Not just the great sex. I also miss his warm body and snuggling up against him during the night. Waking up in his strong arms.I sigh as I think about the last time we had sex. I woke him up by tracing his tattoos with my lips. I shiver as I remember the intense look in his blue eyes. The man just has to look at me to turn me on, so I'm glad I can make him feel that same level of desire.I blink as I come out of my sensual daydream. It's around eight-thirty now. I was going to work from home this morning, hoping to spend more time with Collins, but he's running late.My cell phone starts to ring."Felicia? Hi, it's Ellen. Listen, I wanted to know if you could stop by the office today. We've found a problem with the new software.""

Felicia.I look around at the circle of motorcycles and people. We're all here to take our Basic Rider Course (BRC). We have to take and pass the BRC before we can legally ride a motorcycle. Once we pass the course, we can then have the motorcycle endorsement added to our driver's license.We're in a huge parking lot with orange cones placed strategically. I look at the others who have signed up for this class. You can pick out the newbies like me, and then there are some younger people who look like they are already familiar with motorcycles.How in the world did I allow Collins to talk me into this? I would much rather be on the back of his bike, holding on tightly to him.Then I remembered he didn't play fair. He caught me at a vulnerable moment. I told him I didn't want a motorcycle and preferred riding behind him. He said taking this course would teach me how to ride safely behind him. It sounded logical at the time. He also had a point that if something happened, he'd feel bette