Semua Bab Winter's Sun - A Billionaire's Revenge: Bab 91 - Bab 100

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟Blake quickly takes the second robe directly from a hook on the wall and wraps it around himself before reaching out for my hand. I push down the wave of disappointment as his gorgeous body disappears from view, but in a way, I'm thankful that he's covering himself from the eyes of the two clearly horny women. The blonde (my masseuse) whispers something to the redhead (Blake's masseuse), something that brings a smirk to the redhead's lips.My temper boils over, but just barely. I manage to keep my face composed just enough to keep from being seen as suspicious but if she makes any move to touch Blake, those arms are going to be ripped off of her body. Then I will gladly and gloriously bathe in her blood as I watch her choke on her last breaths.Blake's touch quickly dispels my blood soaked fantasy, dissipating it into a million tiny pieces before I can take the initiative to actually fulfill my threat. He tugs on my hand and leads me out of the massage room. We follow the

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟I'm almost done.Thank God, I'm almost done. At least I'm more awake than I was. I ordered this tall coffee thing and half a sandwich from a cafe not too far while I was waiting. The workers here have been fantastic. They're super sweet and understanding.There's one thing that I've learned from working in retail and the hospitality industry. It's of the utmost importance to be respectful. When you're extra polite, most people will treat you with respect. A lot of them are willing to go above and beyond to help you.If you can be nice, why not be nice?In this case, they've cooed over me, fussing over every detail and making sure every detail is perfect."We have to make sure this experience is one to remember. It has to be perfect." The nail tech had beamed at me while the other ladies touched up my hair and makeup. They're showing me the kind of fondness that someone would show to a younger sister.I do feel bad that I didn't have cash to tip them but Blake will take ca

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟"Ok, if you guys can both look to the right." The photographer, a Hispanic guy in his late thirties, motions with his hands, demonstrating the way that Blake should wrap his arms around my waist. His very approach makes me giggle. He literally mimes everything, making him look ridiculous.I'm so short and Blake's so tall. I might need a stepladder. I honestly feel kind of stupid. I mean, you would think that someone like Blake would be with some twenty year old, super tall, ultra thin supermodel, not some five foot nothing, petite, curvy, fat, whatever, non perfect, 31 year old woman.I'm old, too old for Blake. I just..."Hey, stop with that," Blake whispers into my ear before kissing the skin under it. He wraps his arms tighter around me, his fingers linking with mine over my belly. "You're beautiful," he continues. "Don't let your own brain win out against what I know."His words give me pause. What he knows. Not for what I know.Warmth spreads through me, making me sm

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟My cheeks are burning. His gaze, though tired, is amused, like what he's doing to me is funny. I have the sudden desire to scowl at him but I can't bring myself to, too filled with lust. He's adorable, funny, smart with an analytical mindset. He's sexy af. All of which points to the huge sign that says this isn't going to work. Even if it does, I'm not naive enough to get my hopes up that whatever this is will last longer than this pact. It's really too bad. I enjoy his company. I'm dying to kiss him. I'm dying to let him take me but we're both exhausted and there's a shit ton of work that I need to do. "Can I help you?" I try to keep the smile from my face but it backfires spectacularly. Blake's grin just grows and he's got this impish twinkle in his eyes. "Yes, actually. I would appreciate..." He nuzzles my nose. "A kiss from the most beautiful lady in the room."I'm unable to keep my composure and burst into laughter. His lips brush over my forehead and his finge

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟A buzzing under my back stirs me. My head drops to the side as I try to ignore it, too tired to even open my eyes.I manage to push it back long enough to drift back off. I doze, relaxation draining worry from my body. Just before I fall back into the most delicious dream, another buzz comes through, vibrating up my spine. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to push away the interruption.I grip the bundle that's laying on top of me and it stirs in my arms.WinterShe's curled into my chest, her legs woven through mine. Her beautiful face is half pressed into my shirt, the soft fabric clutched loosely in her hand. She's laying almost completely on top of me.I stare at her for a long moment, enjoying how she feels on me. I still can't believe she thinks she's heavy. I could easily bench press her. Toss her around.The thought is tempting. I could toss her around in bed, even more than I did that first night. Maybe tie her up.My dick stirs but the slight ache in it makes me push