All Chapters of Winter's Sun - A Billionaire's Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟"Good morning, gorgeous." Someone presses a soft kiss to my forehead. Lewis? But he's not the kind to do that. I peek through barely open eyes. A set of jade green eyes stare back at me. Oh.Something clicks in my head.Ohhhhh"Blake," I manage to croak, watching a smile spread on his face."Hey." His voice is thick, his tone deeper than normal. He brushes a strand of hair back from my face, smiling all the while."Hey." My lips curve into a slow half smile.There's silence for a moment and we stare at each other. He's got a hand placed firmly on my waist, caressing my skin with his thumb. Our legs are entangled, giving me a sense of belonging. It feels nice.I didn't want to stay last night.Okay that's a lie. I wanted desperately to stay but I didn't want to impose on him. He'd made the decision easy by thrusting one of his t-shirts into my hands, telling me he wanted me to wear it.So I stayed. But I don't want to assume he'll want me to stay for the rest of the trip

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I love how Winter's chest rises and falls under my head. She's sleeping peacefully, her head turned towards me and her chin resting on my head. One hand is buried in my hair, her fingers threading through it possessively. Her other hand lays softly on her breast, her palm only inches from my forehead.I wrap an arm around her waist, loving how she feels. I'd honestly never been with what would be considered "a larger woman" in my circle. Every woman I'd been with, including any one night stands, were slim, Victoria's Secret model types. Any young women who didn't fit that body type weren't at the parties hosted by my circle.Well, at least the parties thinly disguised as business meetings; the parties where businesswomen weren't invited. "Networking" is what we called it. In reality, it was a way for men to find sugar babies. The girls came, looking for a sugar daddy, many of them hoping it would be a stepping stone to becoming an official mistress. From there, the goal wa

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟"You think I should take my water bottle? I'll just take one just in case." Winter stands at the sink, filling this large, black, reusable water bottle. She hums something as the water runs into the bottle, the ice in it rattling against the cold metal.Her sun dress has short sleeves on it, which is fine but I have the feeling it has less to do with fashion or comfort and more to do with her insecurities. I decide to keep my mouth shut. It's not my place to say anything to her. I learned early on to not say anything to a woman about certain things having to do with her appearance.We do need to discuss a few things before we go out though. Maybe make a list. Winter shuts the water off, the sudden silence catching me off guard. Her humming is louder and I immediately recognize the tune. It's a Halsey song. I don't know the name of it but it's something catchy that I remember hearing somewhere."Your voice is pretty." A half smile plays on my lips. I know that she'll blush

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟"So what's the plan? We never came up with one." Blake's still got eyes covered. His voice cracks momentarily before he recovers. He clears his throat, his grip on my hand tightening for a moment.I stare at him, unable to keep myself from ogling him. Oh yeah... question. Answering the question is important. My eyes drop to my sandal clad feet. I have got to get a pedicure."I really don't know." I burst into nervous giggles. "I've never done this before." "Done what?""Gotten revenge on anyone for... anything really. I've never needed to." Yeah, cuz Lewis was my only ex. What a sack of shit."Hey... hey!" Blake suddenly flexes his hand in mine. I glance up at him. He's finally taken his hand from his eyes. One eyebrow is raised at me, curiousity in his gaze. "You have quite the grip on you." I look down at our joined hands, seeing the red crescent shaped marks on his knuckles. "Oh, sorry," I apologize, feeling sheepish. I try to withdraw my hand from his but he re

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟Why the hell is all this stuff so expensive?! I mean, I get that gift shops are expensive, but damn! We've wandered from shop to shop, window shopping and admiring random stuff. Blake refuses to let my hand go for even a moment, even as he inspects different items. He's really thorough, turning things over and over, studying them closely. It makes me wonder what he does for work. His attention to detail is almost unnerving. Maybe that's why he's so good in bed?I've wanted to buy a few things: a set of beautiful sea glass wind chimes, the tiniest snow globe with a dolphin floating in it, a white gold ring set with opals and pearls. Much too expensive. The wind chimes are nearly $40, the snow globe is almost $20 and I didn't even look at the price for the ring. I really should sue Lewis. If I hadn't bought his stupid $600 gaming set up... If I hadn't paid thousands for this trip..."Hello..." A hand waves back and forth over my face. I pull my head back and smack at t