Page 115 of She will Always be Mine

“I had to check in on a few things.”

“What did you tell Monica?” I ask when he throws my bag in the back seat and shrugs.

“Told her you felt sick so I’m taking you home,” he replies with a shrug. “You might wanna call her once we get there.”

“I will.”

I face forward, expecting him to start driving, but his attention never strays from me. My stomach drops when he says his next words.

“You look tense, Nyra.” He observes me. Softly gripping my chin, he turns me to him and asks in a concerned voice, “Was I too rough?”

I inhale sharply at the stark worry on his handsome face. I feel like such a hypocrite for being angry at him when I’m guilty of the same crime. After all, I’m the one who caused all this mess. If I hadn’t hidden the truth from the start, everything would’ve turned out differently.

I just can’t let him find out about the blackmailing from somebody else.

He deserves to learn it from me.

Smiling to ease the distress in his eyes, I shake my head. “I’m okay, Riaan. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“You’re perfect,” he compliments, gazing at me with so much love and protectiveness that it takes my breath away.

My heart aches badly for comparing him to my blackmailer. He could never be like him. Still, I can’t shake off the hurt for his blatant disregard for my privacy.

“Take me home,” I whisper, wanting to forget about the call.

Caressing my cheek one more time, he faces forward and shifts the car into gear and drives us out of the campus.

Butterflies dance in my belly when he holds my hand in his lap, only letting go when he has to change gears. The small gesture is far addictive than words could ever be.

An hour later, we arrive at our building and five minutes later, enter the apartment. With both of us exhausted from a long day, we go straight to the bedroom. I throw my bag on the high-back chair in the corner while untying my ponytail. I feel his eyes on my back so I twist around.

“What?”

Amusement lights his face as he shakes his head. “Nothing, baby.”

While I couldn’t care less where I leave my stuff, he’s equally methodical and has a place for everything. I follow him as he goes to the nightstand, sits down on the bed and puts his watch, lighter, and pen away one by one.

Since I’ve become quite familiar with his routine while living with him, I know he’ll take his clothes off next.

Feeling mischievous, I slowly pull his jacket off my shoulders and I’m about to throw it on the chair, when his voice stops me without lifting his eyes.

“Don’t you dare, baby.”

I hide my smile and answer innocently, “I wasn’t going to.”

“If you say so, my little liar.”

“Order is boring, Riaan.”

Straightening up, he stalks toward me and twists my nipples punishingly. Arching his brow, he asks, “Are you calling me boring?”

Dominating. Broody. Ruthless. Mischievous. Sexy.Wicked. He’s everything but that.

“Umm… May—” My words get cut off as he smashes his lips against mine and kisses me deeply, stealing all my thoughts. I feel dazed when he pulls back way too soon.

“Shower with me,” he whispers sinfully.

“Okay.” Before I can take off my dress, he does it for me and rips it off completely. I roll my eyes at his smug face. “You couldn’t resist, could you?”

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