All Chapters of Winter's Sun - A Billionaire's Revenge: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟“You’re stepping on my toes,” Winter hisses at me. I’m not. I know I’m not but I’m not sure if she actually thinks that I am or if she’s actually messing with me.We’re currently in this embrace, a traditional waltz position; her hand on my shoulder, mine resting on her waist and our free hands clasped. We’re surrounded by different couples of all ages, all trying to learn the graceful movements of a perfectly performed waltz.“Ok, one more time…” There's the barest hint of exasperation in the instructor’s voice. I don’t blame him. Some people are wiggling. Others have absolutely no rhythm. There’s even this younger couple where the girl is trying to twerk… while ballroom dancing…Waltzing. Who twerks when they’re waltzing!Ok, technically, she's not actually waltzing while she's twerking but the effort was there in the beginning stages. I felt a slight twinge of pity at her attempt.We’re not exactly in a ballroom. It looks like a ballet studio, with floor to ceiling mi

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ My head feels like it’s buzzing. Blake’s kiss has me high, even though it’s been like an hour. We’re still walking around the ship, the dancing seeming to have done nothing to tire him. At this point, I’ve stopped caring that it’s fake. I’m just enjoying myself, refusing to think about what would happen once we got back to the real world.“They have this tapas bar,” Blake says excitedly. He relinquishes his hold on my waist to grab my hand instead. He swings me around him in a half circle, keeping a firm grip on my hand as he laughs at the expression on my face.I squeal in surprise, laughter quickly joining it as he sends me barrelling into him, narrowly missing a woman with a cane. Her husband lets out a humph and from how sheepish Blake looks as I stare up at home, the guy is probably throwing Blake a dirty look.Blake pulls me into him, quite obviously embarrassed. He wraps his arms tightly around me, the gesture unnecessarily protective, like he’s expecting the man

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟“Oh, my God. Blaaaake…” I tremble as my fourth orgasm washes over me. Blake follows me and moans my name as he releases himself inside me.We grind against each other, our grunts and groans mingling into one. His head in my neck as he thrusts into me one final time. He lets out a last shaky breath, one that turns into a weak laugh. “Damn, baby,” he rasps, kissing the hollow of my throat. “You make me cum so hard. I can’t even move.” He nuzzles my neck. “If I move, I’ll collapse, and as much as I don’t mind being tangled up with you, I don’t really feel like dropping you.”I can't really reply, too tired to form anything but a grunt in response. I don’t feel like being dropped either. Not fun. That would probably hurt. So, yeah.Bad.Did Blake steal my brain cells? Or did the orgasms? Whatever happened, I am thoroughly drained. I can barely feel the splash of the water against my skin. It just feels like a rainforest: hot, humid and peaceful.Ok, the rainforest isn’t al

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟The gentle morning light does little to actually help me wake up. It's enough to make me stir the tiniest bit but not enough to make me want to actually wake up and greet the day. It suddenly feels like more of a deterrent than anything else. Why can't I just live in this fantasy? I don't want to go back. I don't want to go back to my home or my job or do anything else that reminds me of what an actual fucking loser I am. This week has been eye-opening. I didn't just learn who Lewis really was, I'm learning who I am in the process.And I'm not liking what I'm seeing.Memories flood back, each one shining like a spotlight is on it. It's every moment where I let him make me small. Every time I doubted myself because of something he said. Every time that I called what he did to me ‘love.’Okay, he never hit me. Never laid a finger on me but maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe if he would have actually laid hands on me, maybe I would have seen it sooner; the douche h

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I reach over to Winter’s side of the bed, half asleep but wanting to pull her into my arms. My fingers meet empty space, brushing over just barely warm sheets. I force my eyes open and stare, hoping that maybe she's just a little further than I thought. It's definitely early morning, from the way that the sunlight is just barely dancing around the edges of the curtains. I glance around the room, trying to blink the sleep from my eyes. I'm not exactly alarmed but after what happened yesterday with the way we ran into Lewis and his little bitch, I want to make sure that she's okay. My eyes move to the door that leads into the rest of the suite. Completely dark. Then I realize the light I'm seeing isn't all from the window. My gaze falls on the just barely open bathroom door. Relief floods through me but only until I hear a strangled sort of cough. I freeze, uncertain as to whether or not I heard what I think I did. I wait another moment, not wanting to barge into the ba