Lahat ng Kabanata ng Winter's Sun - A Billionaire's Revenge: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I take another deep breath, running my hands over my face. I really should step out of the elevator. My dick's been hard since I've gotten her alone. She's so friggin tempting. If I would've let myself follow behind her, I would've ravished her, shopping bags be damned.I imagine myself spinning her around and my tongue invading her mouth, her taste imbuing on my senses. My hands on her waist, her softness giving way to my touch, how soaked she'd get, maybe soaking into my clothing through her dress.I could probably push her up against the wall, pushing her dress up and pulling her panties to the side. I'd slide into her, bare. She'd let me. She'd let me fill her up. Her reaction to my threat of taking her without protection showed me as much. Her moan was lust filled, desperate. She'd jerked against me, her eyes glazing over.I'm wondering what she'd feel like. How soft and wet her flesh would be as I slid into her. Her pussy is always soft and silky on my tongue, makin

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟Uhhh... What just happened? The last thing I caught was her saying she wore contacts. How did I not see that? I don't know whether or not to believe Winter about the eyelash thing but I can't dig too much. This is not a relationship that's going to turn into a deep friendship. Not like the one she has with Emma.This is going to have to be more casual. Hang out, tease each other and fuck like rabbits but I'm not digging into her life. We'll exchange enough basics to make our story believable. I'm just realizing that she hasn't dug into my life or asked me any probing questions. At least not any that aren't related to Ashlyn.She hasn't even really asked questions about my family or my wealth. She's figured out by now that I have money, like... a LOT of money. Yet, it doesn't seem like she cares about it.Now, I don't know if her lack of questions is her pretending she doesn't notice so I'll insist on buying her stuff. I don't know if it's her playing games with me. I do

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟"What are you thinking for tomorrow?" I'm finally changed into pajamas, feeling warm and cozy. I'm not quite ready to go to bed. It's only 7:00 and I need my pizza.I'm hungry to the point of being hangry. I'm fanning the pizza, going back to where I was before Blake seduced me. Ok he didn't exactly seduce me. I was just as horned up as he was. I peek over at him and how he's plating some type of something on his plate. Is that beans? I stand on tippy toes and manage to look around him without him noticing. Lobster. Mashed potatoes and corn? A salad on a separate plate. He pops the microwave open and slides his plate onto the spinning plate inside it. "What are you doing?" I'm almost offended on behalf of the lobster. You don't microwave seafood. Ever. "Heating up my food?" He raises an eyebrow at me. He turns back to the microwave, those skilled fingers pushing random buttons. Or at least that's what it looks like from my view."Uh, no." He pushes the start butto

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟Well, this was unexpected. I glance at the notebooks spread out before us.It's a lot of notebooks. A LOT of random papers nearly cover the ridiculously wide coffee table. The view of the wooden base is completely blocked by Winter's vision of perfection.She's been writing lists on top of lists. Info about me, info about her, info about me and things about our exes.Her eyes sweep over the pile and a satisfied grin appears on her face. She rubs her hands together, seemingly happy with our progress."Okaaaay..." she trails off, a series of tsks coming from her lips. I'm noticing she's got a lot of nervous tics. I don't think she notices but the more I'm with her, the more pronounced they become. They seem to be more prominent when she's stressed.She begins gathering the papers, some of them torn out pages with crossed out lists. I lean forward and reach out for a few loose sheets when a hand appears from out of nowhere and smacks the back of my hand.I pull it back agains

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I did NOT expect that.Winter's in my arms, clinging to me like I'm her only lifeline.She just opened herself up, raw and naked, the layers of her life being peeled back one by one. I honestly don't know why she did. She hasn't known me for even a week and she's let out what seemed like her biggest insecurity.I don't know why. I could see it in her face that she didn't know either. There was clear regret in her expression; regret for telling me anything.There was fear. The kind of fear that I don't think I've ever seen that look in anyone else's eyes before.Honestly, I get it. I can imagine the cruel things that people have said, especially what her ex said.𝘙𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥It's cruel. There wasn't a need for that.𝘉𝘳𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.To mock someone because of legitimate medical diagnoses is something only assholes do. I guess I know now why she was so nervous to tell me but honestly I don't reall