Page 132 of Billion Dollar Mistake

“As a matter of fact, there was. I wanted a big bouquet and most had sold out,” he explains, and I find myself biting my lip in response.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asks, walking over to close the distance between us.

“Never,” I reply, turning to place the vase on the counter, attempting to put some distance between us.

“I should’ve put you first. I’m not asking you to forgive me.”

“Then what’s the point?” I question, my tone guarded.

“I want another chance. I want to show you that I can be the partner you deserve. I’m serious about making things right.”

When I asked for space, it wasn’t a decision I made lightly. Yet. here he stands, with those pleading puppy dog eyes, and it tugs at something inside me. I want actions not words. And he’s here.

He deserves a chance.

“Fine, but let me get ready.”

“You look beautiful.”

I roll my eyes. “Sit on the sofa. The remote’s there. I won’t be long.”

I’m showered, dressed and back downstairs in half an hour.

I’m about to open the door when he stands in front of me. He takes my hand in his. I drop my head and look at how well we fit together.

I feel the weight on my shoulders drop as I tip my head up. He leans forward, brushing his nose with mine. God, I’ve missed him. I’ve missed him so damn much. My hand immediately grabs the lapel of his suit to bring him closer to me. His aftershave is so strong and his presence stronger. He tips his head, so his mouth crushes on mine. He’s freshly shaved, and I can’t help the whimper that leaves my mouth the moment his tongue glides inside my mouth.

“Let’s go, baby. I’ll kiss you so much later, your lips will be bruised with my apologies tonight.”

His hand settles on my lower back and guides me to the car. The simple touch ignites my body.

He opens the passenger door. I put my seat belt on, and he opens his driver door and takes his seat.

“You’re driving today.”

“I am. Is that a problem?”

“No, the opposite. It means your hands are busy but mine aren’t.”

His head whips to me in a flash. Surprise stretches across it before his dark gaze sends a shiver down my spine.

“Yes,” I say with pure excitement running through my veins.

My hand glides over to his thigh resting on it as he starts the car.

“Where are we going?”

“A surprise.” A guttural growl leaves his chest when my hand moves up his thigh.

I bite on my lip, loving how I have power over him right now. It’s not often I have it, so whenever I can get it, I take full advantage.

The sun is setting, and he drives us through the city. The radio plays softly in the background. And this simple drive fills me with so much love.

His phone beeps. My back muscles tense. Work. I expect him to grab it. So I bring my hand back to my lap. I have my favorite red lipstick BRAVE and my rose scented perfume on.

He punches the hang up button furiously.

“Is everything okay?”

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