All Chapters of Winter's Sun - A Billionaire's Revenge: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I lean my head back against the tub, Winter cradled quietly in my arms.The conversation we just had flows through my brain. Why? Well, it's one thing I certainly didn't expect. She really thinks I should hate her?I won't say I wasn't surprised by her accusation. It came sharp and fast like an arrow poisoned with the secretions of a poison dart frog.It was meant to hurt. Normally, I'd be one to take someone out who treated me like that. Normally, I'd be one to destroy that person, whether with a retort or by finding something out about them that I could hold over their heads. A blackmail of sorts.I have the same sadistic streak that Winter seems to carry wherever she goes. A vendetta of destroying those who hurt and mean and cause an affront. So why didn't I go on the same path to war with Winter? Maybe it was the hurt in her eyes. Her eyes were blazing but it was almost a fire of inner torment. The pain was there and it was visibly deep, like a sharp cut down to th

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟“I…” WInter stares at her lap. Her tone is serious, uncertain. Her eye’s doing that twitching thing again. I don’t know what could be serious that she feels like she has to discuss it now when we’re supposed to be making plans.I’m waiting on lunch to be brought up from the kitchen. It’s past one, so it's really a late lunch but we spent a lot of time in the bath this morning. She seemed to enjoy our time in it, so I’m really wondering what flipped this switch in her. She clears her throat, smoothing her hands over her lap. “I think we need to have a little bit of a talk,” she says, her voice slightly shaky. Her t-shirt and shorts don’t hide the way she’s fidgeting. She’s nervous about something. Really nervous.I take a seat beside her on the couch, my weight shifting the soft cushion. I rest a hand on my knee, watching her closely.“I don’t know how to say this, but…” She swallows hard. “I was thinking about Lewis and his new fiancee…”I expect her voice to waver or for

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟“How do you do it?" I blink up at Winter, caught off guard by her question.“Do what?" “Like…” She raises her palm up, shrugging her shoulder as she does. She looks a little sheepish, like she’s embarrassed for whatever her observation is. “How do you keep up this image without ever breaking it?”She drums her fingernails on the table, the sound just barely audible over the string music drifting towards us from the opposite corner of the room. “You’re definitely successful.” She ticks off points on her fingers. “You have money, you have the looks, the brains and yet somehow…” She hesitates.I raise an eyebrow at her, leaning back slightly, my feet planted firmly on the floor. What is her point? I lift my glass of Zinfandel, taking a sip as I keep my eyes on her.“You’re like a chameleon.” I freeze, the wine’s slight hint of spice lingering on my tongue. I’m unable to swallow for a moment, my comprehension momentarily dulled. What exactly does she mean? Is it bad or good?

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ Blake stares at his hands, seemingly drained by our conversation. I suppose it’s a lot to take in. I’ve seen stuff on TV that makes it seem like what he’s saying is feasible but it’s hard to think about it being a real thing.I don’t understand how someone can live this life where everything is fake. Political connections are not something that should be considered in friendships.The business point of view I can see since there are business relationships that also need to be upkept when you’re in a partnership. Business is business. Politics is politics but to have to live like that with every relationship that you have must be exhausting.Blake seems to shake himself free of the heavy cloud hanging over him. “Well, that was unnecessarily heavy.” He forces a chuckle before his charm pops back up. He signals the waiter, his calm demeanor a complete contrast to our conversation.I blink at him, wondering how he just drops back into his default mode of "everything is fine

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ “Good for you, princess?”Blake has somehow gotten a little space where we’d get an amazing view of the fireworks. We’re on an upper deck, close to the place where he touched me…I blush at the memory. I don’t think it was necessarily the voyeurism part. I think it’s more of the knowledge that he won’t hold back, no matter where we are. That control is sexy as hell.He did tell me he’ll take me where he wants, whenever he wants, however he wants. I shudder in his arms, even as we settle into a comfortable position on the railing.“Are you cold? Winter?” He’s concerned about my comfort. It’s really sweet. It makes me feel even worse about our previous conversation at the restaurant. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just…” I don’t know if I should tell him. He might just try it again, which, considering how many more people are here than were that day up in the whatever it’s called, it would be humiliating.Or hot. Maybe it would just be hot but it’s probably better that we don’t. I kno