A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 25

“Henry, I insist that you and Noras stay with us. There is plenty of room and it’s only for one night.” His mother pleaded, turning in the passenger seat to prove she was serious.

“Mom, I have already booked a room at the hotel.” He sighed.

“Don’t use that tone with me, Henris.”

old.” He retorted. His voice changed at the end of the sentence and I could see his resolve weakening as he argued wi

d I’m still your mother. And I’m begging you to stay with us. We never get to s

ted laughing that I let go and joined in, leaning on Henris’ shoulder to mask the sounds coming out of my mouth. With everything he could have been, the last thing I imagined was a family man, let alone a mama’s boy.

aw a sense of care and protection for the woman who raised him.

ing.” He said sharply

he leather headrest.

ed on his face. “Yes, yes, you must.”

r one night.”

eath, muttering something like “What the hell did I do?”

family.

uage, Henris! ” and a weak “Everything is possible for me” came out of my mouth, I found myself in the room where Henris Steve grew up. The walls are blue

. A double bed in the middle, an old blanket that seemed entirely sewn by hand.

issing confusedly every part they could reach. He didn’t have time to adjust: his tongue immediately massaged mine, which desperately needed it.

y from Henris, causing a soft groan to form from his mouth and his forehead to rest on my shoulder.

use.”

“SO ?”

”

talian restaurant that

hands dug into his coat pockets and his teeth clenched. I could see him struggling with himself about yelling at

pick up the pace a little and catch up with his family.” Have you always lived

9,” Anne replied. “We just

in the offices of

the cold. “Do you work for Vogue? Damn, Haz, why didn’t you tell me

aybe

her on his shoulders while

alking about how her snowball collection was growing. Apparently he brings her one from every place he visits, because she collects the

inking about lying down.

for a second. I probably had the same look of surprise as her, because I had never heard of her plans before. “It’s too

made a smirk whi

two men together.

escorted to a round table for five in a corner of the restaurant. Henris sat down next to me with an icy expression. He s

to

she frowned

ting?” He asked

sure nod that she probably would have interpreted as a yes or a no, which made him l

aid, annoyed. Both of our mouths immediately closed and their mother turned to us with a look of concern a

that Robin is also in the busines

f the table helped give a halo of light to his face, illuminating it and making him look innocent and angel-like, the opposite of selling phones,” Robin said, shrugging

Not much, but hey, it’s still a solid deal. Anne tells m

hair, all interest lost. He played with his fork as our

ng?’

rned his attention back to the throat glass

ris, we would like you to be

never met this man before, M

mbarrassment, but mostly because he was making fun of Henris, who was trying to hide.

ing to add, Robin?” Henris asked dryly.

ubborn as your mother.” Robin responded by

tant call

ns and Gemma with an angry expression. I was confused because I knew he wasn’t supposed to make any calls. He explicitly asked not to be contacte

eturned, I ignored my common sense and came out of the pleasant room to

my pockets and my gaze fixed on the streets. His dark eyebrows furrowed, making him look very, very angry.

oked at me for a second and softened. “It’s cold, you should go

forgot your jacket inside.”

he jacket thing. And he be damned for being horribly attractive, horribly gross and horri

. I know you don’t need

ook his wrist, leading him to remove his hand from his pocket and intertwine our icy fingers. “Noras, I’m really, really angry right now. You

ou angry?”

nd Robin.”

ke him?”