Page 29 of Vicious Tycoon

“Capri said my room was up the stairs and it was the last room down the hallway on the right. You can turn around now.”

I did. “Yeah, and this isn’t the last room.”

“Are you lying?” she interrogated, bowing her head to look away from my cock.

“Unlike you,” I reasoned. “I have nothing to hide.”

“Trust me, Aires. I’m fully aware.”

I chuckled. “I hope you would for the number of times you’ve rode my dick.”

She sighed deeply, staring up at the ceiling this time. “Aires, I can’t talk to you with your cock out.”

“Say cock again.”

“Aires!”

“Fine,” I repeated, grabbing some gym shorts from my luggage in the corner of the room. After I slid them on, I mumbled under my breath, “I can’t sleep with these heavy-ass shorts on.”

Her eyes shifted to mine. “That would imply you’d be sleeping in here.”

I took in the fact that she was wearing my hoodie I gave her from the night of the party. “Well, considering this is my room and all.”

“You’re staying here too?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Your team didn’t tell you?”

“Because this is the face of someone who knows?”

I laughed, looking at the clock on the nightstand. “You’re feisty at four in the morning.”

“I’m exhausted.”

“That’s right.” I nodded. “You can’t sleep on planes.”

She hid back a smile, loving the fact that I remembered that about her. Little did she know, I remembered everything about her. Especially the things I didn’t want to.

Seeing how tired she truly was, I insisted, “Can we go to bed now?”

“Aires…”

“What?”

“You know what…”

“It’s just bedtime.”

“You going to read a story to me too?”

Taking in her stubborn tone, I questioned, “Do you think I set this up?”

“Did you?”

I challenged, “What if I did?”

Her eyebrows pinched together.

“You show up wearing my hoodie, and you’re surprised I may have planned this?”

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