A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 17

“Whore.” I exclaimed in surprise, removing my hand. The same hand that started shaking after the slap I gave it. His face began to redden quickly, my palm print visible.

Henris placed the palm of his hand on his cheek, his lips parted in astonishment. It was the first time I saw him like that, without preparation and without control of the situation. No control. He lowered his hand slowly, narrowing his eyes at me, and resumed his posture. Cold and tense.

I took a step back, staggering toward the elevator, my fingers pressing the button frantically, as if that would get me there faster. He looked at me indifferently. The only thing that made him less attractive was the red mark on his cheek.

isn’t this thing moving?”

the floor and moved towards me. I found myself still, feeling his presence right

oors, preventing them from closing.

head, wiping away my tears. “Noras, why are you crying?”

?”

rugged desperately and his gaze intensified. “I hurt you ?”

just that. I don’t like liars.”

id not lie.”

sisted. “You said you needed me, which we both know is a damn lie.”

rubbed his cheek once

.”

ly before surrendering and relaxing on his strong chest.

His hands caressed my back as we sat in silence, the only sound in the room being that of my crying. After a few minutes, I calmed down and he lifted my head from m

deserved it.”

a small laugh escaped him and caused his nose to touch mine. “That’s why I need you to be mine, Noras. You are honest with me.”

y too honest with me.”

id arrogantly. My expression saddened and he noticed, immediately pulling me closer to him. “I meant, please

is hands on my back and I knew I couldn’t stay angry with his green eyes curiously searching mine.

est Henris could

mouth, kissing my knuckles and looking at me throug

t, his mouth enveloped mine passionately, his fingers fixing on

ng his forehead on mine. “What are you, I

ing up. I observed his impeccable form as he adjusted his collar, opening another button, before mouthing,

”

e. He guided me to the kitchen, moving my chair for me. Our unfinished dishes still on

e, his eyes “

Noras?” “

ave put it in the microwav

getting up and motioning for me to follow. I mumbled but left, walking behind him. He started to defrost the chicken and turned

ove with ease around the kitchen. He marinated the chicken before putting it in the oven, then

m into the living room and pointed,

not a dog.” I whisp

lease watch your

oyed.

fingers worked

tattoos.

“What are you doing?” I finally managed to ask.

houlders. “We’re not about to make love, Noras. Please

n the couch next to me with an expression I’ve only seen on his face on

ple don’t usually

rists, before letting my hand trace up to the rose on her arm. “Why not

Are they considered

ice how fit he was and shook my head to

,” he shrugged

s are the things that contradict the most that you do

ooked

expected.” I responded by correcting him. I watched him put his shirt back on, so I

can take

ked at me curiously and I ran my fingers through his hair, moving it to the side. As strange as this gesture was, I knew that showing me tattoos was very personal to him. “You should relax, all you

s than you

his words and I looked at him, knowing that a mischievous smile would appear on his lips and his eyes would study me, waiting for a reaction.

htly onto the leather couch. His warm body on mine, in complete control. My hands lost themselves in the curls at the base of his neck and he put more force in.

on me. He broke away from my neck, cupping my face

e voice. His eyes searched mine waiting for a response.

o “Yours.” I whispered.

ers traced the bottom edge of my bra,

strations of his touch. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he parts his lips.

re doing to me, Noras.” She whispered against my lips. “You’re making me

Control.” I whispered.