All Chapters of Winter's Sun - A Billionaire's Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟"Hey, sexy..." A high pitched female voice suddenly grates on my ears. I uncover my face and see a pair of pink and gray sneakers and bare legs. Sexy bare legs at that.My eyes trail up her body. Perfectly toned legs that lead up to a set of hot pink lycra shorts that are skin tight. Then a set of tight abs and a sports bra that matches the shorts, racy and something worn only to film for social media.She was one of the most blatant "pick me" in the group of bunnies. The looks she gave the other girls could have melted plastic.I ogle her chest for a brief moment. Itty bitty titty committee. Normally I'd be all for it but after last night and remembering how supple and soft Winter's body was under me, it just isn't as appealing to me. I look the pick me over, not feeling the attraction that I would have even a few days ago. Winter seemed to change everything. I craved curves now, not the six pack this girl bore.My eyes finally meet hers. The girl is pretty, blonde or st

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟I slump in my chair, leaning my shoulder against the brick themed wall. I'm tired. I need a fucking nap but I doubt that'll happen. At least I got to change my clothes. Sweats and a t-shirt with the aforementioned slippers. I had tucked everything else into my duffle bag. I have yet to find a public shower but I washed up earlier at a sink.Do you know how hard it is to wash off sex funk in a public restroom?!Embarrassing but better than nothing. It wasn't until I was changing that I realized I should've taken a shower in Blake's cabin. How the hell am I so fucking stupid?!I sigh. I'm sitting in the coffee shop somewhere in the center of the ship, sipping on a cup of ice water filled to the brim with chewy ice. I don't know why they have chewy since I've never seen it in a coffee shop before but it's lovely. I needed this today. The quiet crunch of the ice between my teeth is equal parts relaxing and invigorating, especially after the chew kicks in.I rest my hands

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟There's a squeal to my left and a body backs into me, hitting me hard. The clattering of metal ricochets off of the walls as a suitcase falls onto its side. I instinctively lift my arms, catching the body falling right into me. The air is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the body in my hands is trembling. It happens so fast that I don't have time to register anything. I glance down.Winter.The previously self assured and cold woman who had just accused me of God knows what, is now cowering from something just outside of the space we're in.She doesn't seem to realize I'm holding her or if she does, she doesn't care. I'm too surprised to move. I hold her against me, frozen for a few minutes until her breathing becomes relatively normal. She gulps in air and attempts to even out her breathing.I support her as she gradually gets to her feet, still slightly shaky. My hands are strong on her waist, holding her up when she cringes and shrinks into herself. She s

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟A shadow crosses the table and I glance up, already irritated. But helloooooo tall, dark and handsome of the olive complexioned type. He gives me a wide smile with a slight wink. "Hey folks, welcome to Skippy's Shrimp Shack. My name is Nate. I'm going to be your server today." I blink up at the server. I know they didn't name the restaurant that. Skippy's... Shrimp Shack... Are you fucking kidding me?! But hey, if the food is good, I don't really care. Crab legs and oysters and all that shit. I'm going to eat my fill. I don't give a fuck what Blake or what's- his- face... Nate thinks. I'm staying single so I will be eating what I want when I want. Just like when I get home. I'm going to eat a full tub of Blue Bell ice cream in front of the TV while watching Love, Actually. I have the feeling that Emma's not going to let me though. Emma... shit.I'm not telling her about a fucking thing. I don't need another lecture from her. Although she's going to want all the deta

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟Blake's laughter rings out, filling the air with warmth. He shakes his head at me. "I can't believe you ordered all that." I roll my neck and crack my knuckles before tackling the mountain of food at my fingertips. Blake pops a shrimp into his mouth as I slurp down my oysters one by one. The mignonette sauce is fantastic. I'm sighing in satisfaction by my third or fourth one. It's delicious and I haven't had oysters in forever, making this meal all the better. I ignore Blake though I can feel his amused glances. I remind myself I'm going to be fat and happy. And single. So single. Happily single, right? Yep. Ever so happily. I slurp another oyster. Delicious. I stack the shells in a neat pile in the middle of the plate before pushing it to the side. "Hello, my pretties." I sigh over the plate of crab legs with lemon wedges and clarified butter on the side. For being called a shack, the food is actually quite delectable. The elevator music is punctuated with th