Page 27 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

I revved the engine and slowly pulled out of the parking space. In response, the clubgoers created a path. Once the way was clear, I launched onto Canal Street and punched the gas. I didn’t give a fuck about the police—I wanted to get away from the nightclub.

“Celeste would kill me should anything happen to her,” I whispered to myself, glancing over at her again. Her hair had unraveled slightly, but her dress was still intact.

I’d spent all night imagining untying the strings that held it up. I had to restrain myself from pulling down the top and exposing her breasts. I wanted to take a pebbled nipple between my teeth and lick and suck at the tender, ripe flesh. I growled at the sudden tightening of my pants, and I shifted in my seat to make room for my stiffening cock.

“Are you in pain? Let me look at it,” Kandace said, grabbing my hand and raising it off the gearshift. She gingerly rubbed her thumb over my red and swollen knuckles. She whispered, “Thank you,” before she placed a chaste kiss to each knuckle.

My dick stood at full attention.

I’d known she would be at the club. I’d originally gone intending to watch her from afar. If I hadn’t made my presence known, none of this would have happened.

We arrived at my apartment in record time. I followed behind her, entranced yet again by the tiny black dress.

“It’s the fucking dress,” I muttered to myself. Once in the apartment, I gestured toward the sectional and said, “Make yourself comfortable.” With the remote in her hand, Kandace sat on the sofa and flipped through the channels until she found a rerun of Two and a Half Men.

In my bedroom, I searched the dresser for something resembling pajamas.

“There are snacks, water, and fruit. Anything you want. Help yourself,” I called out to her.

“I’m okay,” she yelled back.

With a clean pair of shorts and t-shirt in hand, I returned to the living room. Kandace was sprawled on the chaise, my favorite part of the sofa. She accepted the clothes and headed to the bathroom to change.

I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and wrapped it in a dish towel, sighing with relief when I placed it on my swollen knuckles. I immediately sat in Kandace’s place.

She returned the living room wearing my Georgetown tee. The shirt fit a little large, but she looked perfect.

“Hey! I was sitting there,” she scolded. Spying the ice pack on my hand and my pained facial expression, she took the seat next to me. With concern written all over her face, she inspected my knuckles and eventually smiled, “I don’t think it’s broken. You’ll live.”

“Today hasn’t been my smoothest day. This morning, I insulted you. Then,?I behaved like a Neanderthal at the nightclub in front of a room full of people armed with camera phones.” Fuck! I needed to contact the St. Clair security team so they could scour the internet for any photos or videos of the fight. What if that asshole filed a lawsuit?

“Chadwick. Please stop. I accepted your apology for this morning’s mistake, but don’t say you’re sorry for the fight. He should apologize to me. Not you. Thank you for knocking him out. I’m eternally grateful.” She sighed before adding, “I’m so tired of men. If a woman doesn’t give them what they want,?they turn into complete asses. It’s exhausting and frightening. Whatever happened to courtship?”

I pretended the courtship question was rhetorical. I couldn’t answer because I’d never courted a woman. I’d dated plenty of women and fucked many more. Courtship was a serious step toward marriage, and marriage was not on my radar.

The women I liked weren’t wives and homemakers. They were the party girls who didn’t mind going to strip clubs. Women who gave head from the passenger’s seat and engaged in first date sex. Party girls had little to no expectations of me, my time, or my heart.

I wrapped my arm around Kandace’s shoulders and pulled her into my side. Her slender arm wrapped around my waist as her warm body relaxed. She found the perfect spot and sank into me. I leaned over and kissed the crown of her head, her fluffy curls tickled my face and I inhaled her sweet scent. She sighed contently and my chest swelled with pride. A man is always happy to make a woman feel content.

I memorized every movement, fearing that I would never hold her like that again.

What the hell was happening? I’d never felt this way before. I didn’t ‘hang out’ with women. But here I was, hanging out with the most traditional yet modern girl I’d ever met.

James was right. I was in deep.

We sat in silence, entwined in each other’s arms as we caught up on the adventures of Charlie, Allen, and Jake. At the end of the episode, she softly yawned.

“Why don’t you go to bed?” I whispered. “The guest bedroom is yours.”

She stood and stretched. My t-shirt and shorts dwarfed her body. Yet, I didn’t want her wearing anything else. She leaned over to kiss my cheek.

“Goodnight.”

Once she had disappeared into the guest room, I lowered the television volume and changed to the sports channel. A deep sigh of relief marked my inner peace. I’d spent the last three weeks worrying about Kandace’s whereabouts every night. I could rest when she slept less than twenty steps away.

It was a little past two a.m. when I retired to my bedroom, and I hesitated briefly outside the guest room door as I passed. As though she’d sensed my presence, I heard her sweet voice call out to me.

“Come in.”

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