Semua Bab Billionaire's Rekindling Love: Bab 21 - Bab 30

MATTHEW I stood there, watching her go.Her words hit harder than any slap. “I don’t want anything to do with you.”She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry. But it hurt more because of how calm she was—like she meant every word.I wanted to run after her. To explain. To tell her that none of this meant what she thought it did.But I didn’t move.I just… stood there.The room had emptied out. The chairs were still pulled back, papers scattered, but the only thing I could think about was her.Zara.Her fire. Her strength. The way her voice didn’t shake once during that entire presentation, even though I knew she was barely holding it together.And I hated myself for being part of what made it harder for her.I felt a huge hug from behind, Monica. I groaned but enough that she could hear.“Hey, you look grumpy,” she said, standing in front of me, and kissing me all over.“Monica, we are exposed over here,” I tried to sound happy she wanted to have sex with me in the conference room. In front of

ZARA“How dare you?!” I heard Monica's voice raging through the halls of my office. The laughter Vic, and I were sharing died down immediately.“How dare you defile my father?” She asked, and I rested proudly on my chair. This is what I wanted, to see how rattle she will be when she finds out I didn't cast Zenith Law Firm support for Mr. Gregory Smith.“Defile your father?” I asked her. “I don't understand,” I leaned forward. “How did I defile him? he has no authority over me,” I said, looking straight into her eyes.Monica’s face turned red, her jaw clenched so tightly I thought she might break a tooth.“You know exactly what you did,” she hissed. “Gregory Smith is the man my father trusted. The man we agreed on. And you—” she pointed at me like I was dirt under her shoe, “—you humiliated me, and the firm by supporting someone after we announced who we were going with.”I stayed calm though, I'm not going to give her the drama she wants to find from me.“I didn't agree to anything,”

MATTHEWZara leaned in so fast I almost didn’t catch it.Her lips touched mine. Soft. Warm. Real.At first, I froze. I didn’t know if this was real or just one of the many dreams I’d had about her.But it was real. She was kissing me.And the second I knew it was real, I kissed her back. Slowly. Hungrily.My hand moved to her waist, pulling her close like I had done once before, years ago, when we were still us.She tasted like honey. Just like she used to.Like the memories that play in my head every night. Like hope.I deepened the kiss. Her fingers clutched my shirt like she was holding on for dear life. I could feel her breathing change, sharp and unsteady, just like mine.The city lights behind us blurred. The rooftop, the noise, the past, it all faded.It was only her. Her lips, her hands, her scent.God, I had missed her. Missed this.This fire between us that never really died.I let my fingers move up her back. She shivered under my touch, and I knew she felt it too.Her lips

ZARA A part of me wanted to push him away, demand answers, lay down rules and punishments for years of avoidance and pain, but that part of me was steamrolled by desire, crushed utterly by the heat sparking along my veins. My chest ached, my stomach twisted, and some old version of myself—the one from freshman year, the one who never stopped waiting for his attention, his love, affectiona. “You shouldn't have let me hanging, Zara,” he murmured against my mouth, the words muffled by our teeth. I answered him with another kiss, even messier, my hands clumsy in my excitement, my body electrified by the risk, the wrongness, the possibility that any second someone might see us and everything we’d tried to hide would shatter out into the open. He laughed, low and easy, and pulled back just enough to look at me. “You’re freezing,” he said, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone. “You always get cold when you’re nervous.” “I’m not nervous,” I lied, voice breathless. He arched a

ZARA“Hazel we are going to be late!” I yelled at my daughter. We both woke late, and have been hurrying to meet up with time.“Auntie Vic is waiting already!” I continued to yell, hopping she will rush outside this very second.I haven't been to the firm in days, not after Matthew visited me or our thirty minutes kiss, or my daydream in his car.I think about all of them, all the time. And it's part of the reason I haven't been to work. Despite me still thinking about what to do with the information he gave me about Monica.But I didn't stay idle, Vic finally found an apartment she liked. Myself, and Hazel helped her move in. It has been fun, especially with her trying not to hard to impress Evans. I mean what's with that, he is a driver.“I'm ready, mama,” I turned to look at Hazel, and I gasped silently. Swallowing hard. She is looking more like Matthew everyday, and soon I won't be able to keep it secret from her.“What is it, Mama. Don't I look ready?” She asked me.“Oh, baby. O