A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 32

Louis, Jace and I looked at each other confused for a minute before Louis broke the silence. He looked around, once again observing all the roses, ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.

“Well, that a*****e sure knows what he’s doing.”

Jace slapped his arm and as he did so, I made sure to get up off the ground. All of these emotions created a storm inside me, wreaking havoc on both my brain and my heart as I tried to decide what to do. There was love, forgiveness and happiness. But mostly anger.

he door with the boys chasing me, their feet covered only in socks making almost no noise compared to that of my heels. I raced down

did you learn to run?!” Jace shouted.

rs before stopping a few feet from me.

. “I told him I wanted flowers and he sent me flowers! What an a*****e!”

wouldn’t take me to the Vogue offices.

ng!”

’m going! I’d like to see what he has

he note!”

What does it mean ? Now he’s hitting on me after making me leave in tears last night? Bullshit.”

Oh, but This is exactly what I want to do, and I really hope he has a good explanation.”

n your feet.”

their little bubble of love that I was starting to get tired of. “It’s his workplace!

protest. His light blue eyes silently implored my darker ones. Then I looked at the boy smaller than him who was still attached to his side, filled with anger and I made my decision.

le wearing nice suits and carrying briefcases were coming in and out of the doors.

o sign, which I ignored with a middle finger in the air. By the time I got to the elevator, Jace and Louis were gone, probably planning how to ta

ses slowly, stopping at several floors, att

my eyes to the ground and I bit my lip in thought. “Well, uh, you see, now that I’m here, the

nd what woul

ked up at him an

”

pened the doors, the men and women around the table immediately stopped talking and stood up to

hugged me protectively, then brightened

his voice grew louder. dropped an octave. “Now.

ryone grabbed their computers and walked out the door, nodding at him in respect and receiving nothing other in return

ed door. His lips found mine, but instead of kissing me, he left them inches away.

“Noras.” H

namon aroma filled my mouth and the coconut essence of his

ed up my sides, past my shoulders to find their place at the base of my neck. His fingers in the hair at the back of

the side and his lips traced my jaw just under

mark and moved closer.

 He ordered.

 I whispered in response.

nknown to me. My questions were answered when I felt the hard wood of his desk come into contact with my

was still labored from sitting against the door, as it seemed to be affecting me. He ran his rough thumbs over my dry lips. His eyes were

m with the flow

wn and now caressed my hips was very distracting. “I can’t concentrate

the curve of my neck, in that mischievous way that I loved so much and that I only regretted letting

ips. I shook my head and moved back to the

der her gaze before crossing my legs, still on the desk, and asked. Do you have a problem with the flowers?

” He

rk eyebrow i

“Why yo

g a*s walked out of my apartment, I missed you. I told you you made me better. I’m

nnoying.”

try?”

ation. “Calling me boring and then saying you want to try is a bit of

would

this morning’s note.

 We are not together. But y

go bowling?”

then yes, we will.” He smiled. “But

earance. “I don’t believe you