Page 60 of Billion Dollar Revenge

She blushes, and I wish I could erase my thoughts right now. I want to stay longer, but I just need a moment to get the past out of my head.

The next day, I’m barking at everyone because I’m running late to meet Chelsea.I hope she hasn’t left.

The car pulls up to my building, and I don’t see her.

I get out and walk to the doors. I’ve already found her number and brought the phone to my ear.

I pull it away instantly and hang up. She’s here. And she’s wearing another activewear set. Navy blue shorts and a matching crop top. It’s fucking distracting. No wonder I’m extra cranky today. Well, with everyone else…

“Hi.” She smiles.

“Your hair is different.”

Her hand glides along the top of her head. “Yeah, I pinned my bangs back.”

Her bangs are still there. I like her bangs.

Standing here, I realize I missed her and those beautiful eyes. The ones that short circuit my brain. And it hasn’t even been a day since I’ve last seen her.

“I like your suit.”

A deep chuckle vibrates from my chest.

“I always wear suits.”

“My favorite was the one you wore at the work party,” she says, a flush rising from her chest to her cheeks.

I nod in recollection of that night. It was the first time I held her in my arms as we danced. It’s been a long time since I embraced a woman. The desire to hug her right now burns within me.

Last night, I had my hands and lips on her. So why can’t I do it again today? I’m acting like a fucking teenage boy talking to his first girlfriend.

That’s how she makes me feel. Youthful, fun, and wanted.

“You ready?” she says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

She claps her hand together and smiles. “Yes. I can’t wait.”

She’s so bubbly and vibrant. It can’t be because of me, because no woman’s mood has lifted from my presence; if anything, it has always done the opposite, as if I annoyed them. I push away my wayward thoughts and concentrate on why she’s here.

We walk to the elevator, and I expect the comfortable silence, but she clearly has other ideas.

“You said you had an interior designer help you.”

“I chose the pieces and colors. But I had help getting it here and setting it up.”

She hums, twirling a piece of hair from her pony with her fingers. “I think I’ll need that.”

“I could give you her number. She’ll look after you. Just mention my name.”

She gives me a playful wink. “The connections.”

I give her a subtle smirk back.

The doors open on the top floor, and we exit the elevator.

I let her go first so I can watch her take it all in. Her eyes scan the room with a slightly open mouth.

“You have a full kitchen,” she gushes, running her hands along the commercial grade appliances. “Wow, this stovetop is incredible.”

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