Tempted By My Adoptive Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 9: The Madrid, Spain

"By the way, Ama, I'm here for work. I won't have much time to take you around. I've to complete my work." Pierre glimpses.

I giggled. "It's okay, I understand. Just being with you is enough for me, " he exhaled sharply with a pretty smile. Those smiles could send me off to my early grave. Nah!

A few minutes later, after a long car ride, it came to a stop in front of a massive hotel with a huge signboard that spelled out Four Seasons Hotel Madrid, Sevilla, 3 Madrid. A luxurious five-star hotel.

We alighted from the car. Hugo immediately brought out my luggage from the booth. He was smiling at me for the hundredth time today. "I need to go back to the lab. See you, tomorrow Angel! You guys have a good rest." he waved

With a bow and a smiling gesture from me, I waved back at him. "Goodbye, and thank you, Monsieur Leroy!"

He smiled. "Nah, Mami, Hugo will do the trick. Just call me Hugo!" he waved again, got back into the car, started the ignition switch, and drove off.

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An hour later, we arrived in a large suite. After a quick bath, I sat down on the minibar stool opposite the excellent night view watching the beauty of the city. It looks so wonderful. I'm glad that I am here with Pierres, witnessing such a wonderful city.

"I'm sorry, Ama, it's late. I can't bring you out to the restaurant downstairs or the lounge because it's late now. If you don't mind, I will prepare something for you." he looks uneasy at my amused face. 

"It's okay, and I do enjoy your meals anyway!" I giggled, staring at him because he was putting on a pink coral apron, looking compelling enough for my fantasies to devour.

"The food is ready, " he chuckled. He is looking handsome as always.

"So soon?" I look startled at him. It's shocking how he's accomplished a whole two-person meal in less than twenty-five minutes.

"Yeah, " he smiled, "I've prepared it already and kept it in the refrigerator, so I just brought it out and microwaved it." he walked down to the dinner table. "Come, dinner is served!" he gave me a hand gesture, pointing to the table.

I got up from the minibar stool. "Woah, it smells good!" he prepared my favorite dish, Steak Frites. Voila – this simple yet unique recipe is inspired by French bistro cuisine.

I picked up my fork and knife as I dug in. The umami of the dish is an accomplished purity to the soul. The steak is so soft and juicy that just with an easy cut, it split in half. "It's so delicious!"

"Yummy, right?" He gleamed, his eyes looking incredible.

"Yes, of course. You know that this is my favorite, why don't you become a chef? And have your French cuisine, you'll be the number one in Paris, France, " I chuckled.

"You think so?" he beamed

"I don't think so, Pierre, I know so!" we both snickered out loud in one approval.

After the fantastic dinner, we both sat on the minibar as we watched the light of the city. He pointed out a film house that was decorated with lights and was filled with couples. "Isn't it wonderful?"

"Yeah, it is!" I replied. I was looking at his side jawline. He was speaking, but I, on the other hand, was not even listening to what he was saying. My eyes trace from his side eyelid to his nose, from his lips, down to his gullet. Watching him so close like this made me swallow up; I gulped so hard that he heard it and stopped talking. He looked at me with dark eyes, which I found so hot and breathtaking.

"What's on your mind, Ama?" he ruffled my hair, making me shudder like a squirrel. "Go to bed if you are tired. I've to go to the lab tomorrow; I'll try to accompany you in the afternoon." he held my arm, escorting me to my bedroom. He left immediately after I entered.

Twenty-five minutes later, I could not find my sleep. I've been struggling with my brain, but it didn't want me to sleep. "Can't fall asleep..." I grumbled to myself. I got up from the bed, putting my toes into my flip-flops.

"Give me a minute; I am sending you the database." I heard Pierre's voice from the study room. "I'm not coming to the lab tomorrow; I am accompanying her out!" he added. "Since it's a rare chance for her to come to Spain, I couldn't leave her to stay in the Suite."

Hearing this made my heart beat fast. "Pierre..." I whisper his name.

"You want to come over too? Are you done with your project? If not, which I know you haven't finished, finish your work and stop calling her a chocolate flavor!" he scolds on the phone

Hearing the word chocolate flavor, I guess it is Hugo Leroy. I smiled. "I'll make a cup of warm coffee for you!"

I walked straight to the vast refrigerator; it was all stocked up. How can I get the milk from up there? Pierre likes condensed milk on his coffee; he doesn't like sugar, just milk, and coffee. This will take a while, " I carried a stool from the minibar and climbed up to get the milk, then I succeeded.

After preparing the coffee, I carried it to his study and saw that he had fallen asleep. I slowly dropped the mug on the study table. His laptop was showing that he had just sent something. I looked back at his cute fascinating face. I tiptoed and squatted in front of him. I then rested my cheek on my arm, looking at his sleeping face.

Pierre still looks so handsome even when asleep.

I slowly took out my palm to touch him but had a second thought and drawback. "What should I do? I want to touch him!" I hum to myself, not to wake him up.

Will he wake up? My eyes trailed his face, then it halts on his lips, dark pink, pump, and it looked so soft and warm. This made me swallow so hard.

Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!

The hoe in me spoke up to kiss him. This made my chocolate nose twitch. I slowly got up to reach him, but my knees were so numb that it caused me to crash on his thigh, covered up with his white robe.

Damnation! I'm so doomed.

I raised my head to see those sharp-looking eyes staring at me in confusion.

I felt something touching my cheeks.  I think my cheeks are not on his thigh but his... Oh my goodness. I screamed inside of my head.

I tug myself up in recoil. "I'm so sorry!"

I'm so dead! My legs are still numb.

I was about to stumble because of my numb knees but anxiously grabbed on his robe for support.

He held me up. He was looking perplexed. "Ama, " his voice, hoarse, making it sound sexy. "You're still up?"

I gave him the I am sorry look. "I tried to sleep but I couldn't, so I came out to eat something from the refrigerator... Since you haven't slept as well, I thought of making your favorite condensed milk coffee."

He turned to look at what I was looking at. The coffee was still hot. He looked back at me. "Thank you so much. Please, go back in and sleep; you need to rest!"

Without him saying it twice, I ran off like a gunshot into my room and immediately closed the door; I felt my heartbeat accelerate. I opened the door to peep out, but surprisingly, Pierre was tidying up the study table and was about to remove his robe.

Damnation Pierre, what the hell are you doing to me? I quickly locked the door and started shaking my head in disapproval. "Impossible!" I felt down. "I am not that attractive; who would want to be with a dark-skinned girl? A Nigerian breed? Absolutely, not Pierre Fitzgerald!" I angrily jumped on my bed and covered my face with the duvet.

Pierre walked to the side of the study room, realizing that he had an erection; it was so hard that he felt so frustrated. He couldn't believe that Ama could make him have such a hard erection. He opened his robe to take a peek at it then a sharp exhale followed.

He went straight to the bathroom and undressed, putting on the shower as he stepped in, letting the warm water wash away his sinful thoughts.

"She's barely twenty!" he muttered to himself. "I am a full-grown man, having crazy infatuations about a kid my father adopted because of me and because it was her mother's last wish to my father that will make matters worse.

"I can't do this!"