Page 4 of My Arrogant Millionaire

»I quite like Goldilocks,« I said, not yet ready to reveal my true identity. His smile told me he saw right through it.

»I’d be happy if you got in touch. Otherwise, we’ll see each other.« He winked at me, and what I’d otherwise consider an arrogant gesture seemed somehow casual with him. »See you soon, Goldilocks.« The nickname sounded like a dirty promise coming from his mouth.

He turned away and walked to the cash register, where he bought an old console game and, without looking back, left the store. Only then did I dare to breathe properly again. His scent lingered like a monument to his existence in the air around me. He wanted to get to know me. But in reality, I just didn’t have the time to engage in dating, which would inevitably go awry anyway. My lucky streak had come to an end, somehow I managed to mess it up, no matter what my mom said.

I looked at my phone and the name he had typed in. Of course, I couldn’t help but grin foolishly. Hot neighbor. Baron. A grand name for a grand guy. What did he do for a living? He could be an ice hockey player or someone in the sports field. He must have money; otherwise, he couldn’t afford that huge apartment.

Did I want to find out who he really was? God, yes!

Would I do it? Probably not.

4

Grace

After my tour of the city, I returned to the apartment with a queasy feeling. Jack greeted me at the entrance, and I gave him an extensive head scratch, knowing by now that he particularly enjoyed it.

I hung my olive-green jacket on the coat rack and made my way to the living room. My heart raced in my throat as I crossed the threshold. The encounter with Baron earlier that afternoon had been unexpected. Hearing his voice and being so close to him had done things to my imagination that were beyond any age rating.

Outside, twilight had already set in, and the day was bidding farewell as night took over. The lights in the apartments across were on, but I left mine off and took a step forward. Disappointment flickered inside me when I saw that Baron’s apartment was dark. He wasn’t home. Had he lied to me and was now meeting the brunette elsewhere besides his apartment? But why should he do that? He owed me no explanation.

Why was I so preoccupied with him? Probably because it was a welcome distraction from the worries I usually had.

Jack leaped gracefully onto the barstool and then onto the kitchen countertop. I finally turned on the light and headed to the pantry, hidden behind a door next to the refrigerator.

»Are you hungry?« I asked the tomcat, who responded with a pitiful sound. »I’m sorry I was out for so long today. You should have seen the nature outside, the autumn is beautiful! Too bad you’re trapped in here, little guy,« I chatted with the tomcat.

I filled the bowl and placed it on the floor. Jack immediately jumped down and began devouring its contents. »Enjoy your meal.«

After one last glance towards the other side, I set off for a hot, relaxing bath. As the water and thick foam mountains filled the tub, I slipped into the warmth and sighed. I needed nothing but this bathroom. Besides little Jack, I would miss the bathtub dearly.

I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of the warm water completely surrounding me. Green eyes appeared in my thoughts, a smile that made my legs press together. Oh no! No, no, no, I wouldn’t give in to the tingling, inappropriate sensation that threatened to well up within me.

The memory of his voice glided over my mind like a feather, caressing me, gentle, insistent. His hand touching mine.

My fingers automatically began to wander, lightly brushing across my stomach with their tips, reaching up to my mons pubis. Would he watch me with the same hungry gaze if I were to kneel before him? What would happen if I agreed to meet up? He liked casual encounters? That actually fit perfectly into my schedule.

How would he kiss? I imagined him starting gently, his tongue lightly circling mine, while his hands held my face firmly, until his kisses deepened, becoming dirtier, and I couldn’t help but moan softly between his lips. My fingers found my clit, circling it, arching my back, pressing my core against my hand, pretending they were his long, powerful fingers.

By now, I had reached a point of no return. I couldn’t possibly stop or banish Baron from my thoughts. My finger slipped slightly inside me as my mind swirled with the image of him kissing me, pressing me against a wall, making me feel like I was everything he wanted.

My circling grew faster, my alternating thrusts deeper, and the pleasure increasingly blurred my consciousness. Baron roughly turned me around, and his hard cock pressed against my lower back. He unbuttoned my pants, sliding his hand into my damp panties, smirking arrogantly at my neck because he knew he was the cause of this storm of emotions. I felt the first tug, but I didn’t want it to end yet. God, I would never be able to look him in the eyes again without thinking that I had him in my mind while pleasuring myself.

But now it was too late. I came with a scream, pressing myself firmly against my palm and moaning the name of a stranger.

It took a moment for me to regain consciousness, and I felt slightly ashamed of what I had just done. The mere thought of Baron had driven me to something I couldn’t have prevented.

As I let in fresh warm water and my heart still raced in my chest, I knew that my desire had only subsided for a fleeting moment. I had to meet him to regain my clarity of mind. Or would that only make things worse?

***

The next morning, the world, unfortunately, looked just as it had the day before. I was restless, feeling wound up and still lost.

I took care of Jack, put on my running clothes, and rode the elevator five floors down. Upon arrival, I crossed the wide entrance hall and greeted the doorman with a smile on my lips.

»Good morning, Conor!«

»Good morning, Mrs. Stone!«

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