Page 27 of Billion Dollar Dispute

“Are you alright?” I ask, hoping she’s not going to faint again.

“Mmm.” She snuggles in closer to me as I make my way to the elevators. “I still hate you.” she whispers weakly.

I chuckle. “Glad to see your mouth still works.”

We reach the car, and my driver opens the door, allowing me to sit her in the back seat carefully. I climb in and she lies down to rest her head on my lap before we head off to my penthouse. Along the short journey, I can’t help but steal glances at her resting face and then over her body. She's in a sleek black dress, the fabric clinging to her curves in a flattering way. I find myself mesmerized by her.

Ten minutes later, we arrive at my house, where the soft glow of lights welcomes us. Cradling her in my arms, I step out of the car, the cool night air swirling around us. With the help of my driver, I carry her inside.

For a moment, I look around, contemplating leaving her on the plush sofa, but a pang in my gut hates the idea. What about the guest room? My gaze flicks to the doorway that leads there. However, if something were to happen to her, I wouldn’t know. That only leaves one place. My bed.

Though I’m hesitant, I know it’s the best choice for her comfort and safety. I walk her to the opposite side of the bed to where I usually sleep and lower her down onto the soft mattress.

She curls into a ball and snuggles into the pillow, breathing steadily. Stepping back, I take her in, the gentle rise and fall of her chest a reassuring sight. She looks peaceful.

The loud ring of my phone breaks the silence.

Without hesitation, I reach for it, eager to answer the call. Doctor Scott is waiting outside my door, so I let him in.

After I explain the situation, he agrees that she’ll be fine after some rest. The paramedics had already treated her with an IV, and as soon as she wakes up, I’ll feed her again. Happy with the course of action, he leaves.

I wander back to my room and text Esme to check that the party is okay without me and to thank her for helping.

She assures me it is and asks how Jemima is. I tell her she’s resting, then toss my phone on my side of the bed and decide I need a shower.

Pulling at my tie, I step into the bathroom and leave the door ajar in case she stirs. I remove my shirt and start the shower. The room fills with steam.

I’m nearly delusional with sleepiness from a long week. So I step into the steamy hot shower and wash away tonight's disaster.

Coming out of the bathroom with damp hair, I see she still hasn’t moved. I approach her but hesitate, my fingers hovering over her shoes. With a gentle touch, I unbuckle the straps and remove them one at a time. I ignore how soft her skin is andhow cute her purple painted nails are and focus on making her comfortable. So I pull the covers up and tuck her in.

With a sigh, I walk around and slip beneath the covers. It doesn’t take long until I’m fully knocked out. Maybe it’s because the sound of her breathing felt like a lullaby.

There’s a hand on my morning wood. My eyes snap open as I look down to find tousled brown hair on my side, her hand between my legs.

I don’t move.

What should I do?

My heart is pumping as I feel her strong and long fingers wrapped around me. I don’t know if she’s dreaming, but fuck, I think she is. Plus, when she wakes up and realizes she did this… Now that's going to be fucking priceless.

She nestles her face into my skin. I’m only in my boxers. When my breath catches at her grip on me, she stills, and I count…3…2…1.

Sitting up in a rush, she drops her hand and spins around to look at me.

“Be careful,” I warn, already missing her hand on my cock. “Now, if you want to go back to holding my dick, I’d love it if you moved your hand up and down.”

Her face turns pink. A much better color than last night.

“I’m not touching you.”

“Sorry, but you already did.”

She grunts and grumbles, “You’re unbelievable,” then pulls the covers off her legs and gets out of my bed.

I slip out of my side in a rush, scared she’ll run away.

“Please stay. Have a shower, eat, and I’ll drop you off at home.”

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