A bit late but life keeps happening... Here's chapter 95.
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"Aye, I need the names of the investment banks and all the consultants involved."
I shifted slowly in the bed, the throaty, calm and composed voice starting to echo through my sleepy senses slowly.
"Granted, it'll be big names. If he truly wishes to list the enterprises publicly, he has certainly involved international banks and giant consulting firms. Be very careful when navigating."
I forced my heavy lashes open, humming softly as I straightened in the bed that I was in, alone.
Frowning as the light slightly blinded me through the gigantic window before me, I eyed the silhouette seated at one of the chairs before the coffee table, his laptop open in front of him.
Rickard Ellington Conway was sipping some of his coffee coolly, dressed in a thin white linen shirt that had a couple of buttons open up. Flushing, I noted two hickies very clearly shown on his neck and chest.
His deep and arrogant gaze was fixed on the laptop screen before him, and he had a focused and serious expression. A pair of AirPods hung in his ears, and his hair was slightly messy, which gave me the impression he was not on camera through whatever meeting he was taking.
Holding up the bedsheets to my chest, my face heat rose, realizing I... was not dressed.
Flashbacks from the –for the lack of a better and more polite word– wild night we had crossed my mind, and I felt a crazy rush of pleasurable shocks flow through my body.
That was... really.... Genuinely.... Something else.
It was certainly a first.
Between us.
And a first for me.
I bit my lips.
Holy...
I frowned, looking in his direction again. Hey! How was he this calm after... after that?!?
He most certainly was not as calm yesterday!
Oh no, he was everything but calm.
I mean, he was cool and as taunting as ever, even in bed.
But I can safely say it was a side I've never witnessed of him before and I couldn't even have ever imagined.
A Rickard Ellington Conway so dominant, needy, demanding, yet also... very gentle and careful.
It was unreal.
How someone can be expressing his blind and rough and raw want of you —borderline in an animalistic instinct, yet again for the lack of a better word... while at the same time...
Touching you and saying things that made you feel how... sacred you are to them.
Yes, sacred. That was the word.
If there was one thing I saw in the ac,tion,s, words and most, importantly eyes of the man before me...
It was that he valued me just as much as I do.
Which was something, with all honesty, I've never as clearly seen from him.
I've reached the conclusion he valued me some time ago.
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