Page 111 of Vicious Tycoon

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Bailey

ThankGod my grandpa and uncle didn’t ask any questions because I wasn’t up for delivering any answers. It didn’t help that Aires’s knuckles had blood on them. All I wanted was to get out of there. Grandpa said he’d deal with the family and to leave without saying goodbye.

I could tell from the expressions on their faces that they were pleased with Aires. I was never a fan of violence, but they were a much different breed. At least he was now on their good side, which made me feel a little better. I still felt awful for everything.

Especially not trusting in Aires.

I knew better, and I hated that I allowed myself to get caught up in Robert’s web of lies. One right after the other. We didn’t speak on the way home.

Home…

It was where the heart was, and mine was owned by the man lying on my bed, propped up on a few pillows with his eyes closed. Or should I say our home, considering we agreed to move in together only hours earlier. After he showered, I did the same. Hating that we weren’t showering together.

I think we both needed a moment to get our bearings and our thoughts of the unexpected disaster that was my agent. Except my mind wouldn’t stop reeling, and I don’t know how long I stood there, fresh out of the shower, leaning against the doorframe.

“Bay…”

“How do you know I’m standing here?”

“I can feel you.”

Swoon.

His gaze landed on me. “Come here.”

“No.”

“Bay, please.”

I sighed deeply. Hearing him beg was always one of my biggest weaknesses. “I thought…”

He lifted his arm, triggering tears to stir in my eyes.

“Come home.”

I struggled to keep my tears at bay.

When he grabbed my waist, pulling me toward him, I went willingly, crawling onto his lap to straddle his thighs.

“I’m sorry, Aires.”

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

“Everything. Look at you. You got in a fight because of me, and I?—”

“My gorgeous girl is sitting on my cock. It can’t get any better than that.”

“Aires…”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I leaned forward, placing my forehead onto his, and cried.

For the past.

For the present.

For the love I almost lost.

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