A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 9
He led me into his modern apartment while I looked around. All the supplies were the latest fashion and bright, the only colors that decorated everything were black and white. Huge windows overlooking the New York skyline.
“You like this ?” He asked with a smirk, already knowing the answer.
“Um, is that a question?” I said, raising my eyebrows. “It’s really very pretty.”
k you. More wine?
glass.
vite you to Wine Wednesday.” I joked.
n. I’ll
d to me, holding my glass more firmly with the other hand. He showed me t
ing up the stairs. “I thought we were already on the top floor?”
access it, for security reasons.” He explained it as we went up. Each room was more impressive than the last. An office,
he privilege of seeing the master bedroom?” I asked as we headed back towards the stairs
So eager to get into bed, Noras. Please control yourself.” She ga
ent.
ess, his cold and soft.
s, looking at me intently. I stared back at him, trying to figure out what to do with my hands, finally de
Henris smiled, dimples appeared. A deep laugh escapes his lips and he shake
nlessly in response. I stared back, trying not to break contact. After a long time, he leaned against the back of the black leather sofa, pulling me into his chest. The smell that see
ck. “Stop
shyly.
k about ?”
’t know. W
have no t
g for him to answer me. His deep breaths were the only sounds audible in the room. “That was the first time you called me
fell on his forehead and I raised my hand intending to put it back, when he suddenly moved I lowered my arm, muttering under my breath he
“I’m just not regular
a sigh, I tried again, maintaining eye contact. Hesitantly, I ran my fingers through his curls, pushing the lock back into place. He gritted his teeth when I removed my “
ingers squeezed my lower back and leg, giving me shivers in the
ir soft?”
lf go a little. He bit his lip in thought. “For fun, I make l
I whispered, blushing. “And I’ll have
nd that
sounded forced. “You’re the first woman who hasn’t cried or slept with me in the first ten minutes where
asked, turning
”, he said in annoyance, running his fingers through my long hair and pulling a little on the ends, making me raise your eyes to
little.’
y shouldn’t co
a little yawn escaping leaving
ng me straight in the eyes. “You’re tired. Come, you can sleep
rs, ignoring my protests by rolling his eyes and slowly placing me on the floor in front of the
you home tomorrow morning. He wants
knowing that arguing would be pointless and would only annoy him more. He cocked his head to the side, as if waiting for an irritated response from me. The moment was ruin
end of the line. “Never call me after 8 a.m. unless it’s an emergency. I told you I’d be busy
ifically left instructions not to be contacted for five years
one back in his pocket in an irritated manner. I watched him cautiously approach to open the door behind me. I opened my mouth to speak and received a
warned.
s,
ed. Another yawn from me
have told me you were uncomfortable, Noras.” I growled, placing a white T-shirt and boxers on the bed and walking away. “You will