The Billionaire's Sweet Revenge

Chapter Thirty Five

He was gone, Vivian thought with a resounding laugh. This woman had him wrapped around her fingers. His plan was gone, his purpose, all blurry and hesitant.

She was slowly trying to open his shirt which he restricted. "Let's keep this here." He smiled.

A facade of pain showed in her eyes and he immediately cupped her cheek, forcing her to face him. "Baby, it's not like that...It's not like I don't want to, I just-"

She tried to shy away from him but he held her hand, enveloping her hand in his palm. "I think we should stop here because-"

She looked up at him with her big, brown eyes. "I think we're both not ready for this. I want our first time to be special."

She nodded her head, ever so slightly. "What to do, now..."

"Let's eat, watch a movie and cuddle to sleep." He suggested. It was like dictating out all his wishes.

"But," she hesitated. "am I not wanted?"

He could see her hesitating too much. She thought she wasn't wanted? Goodness. He wanted her like a moth wanted a flame. Her entire being consumed him and she had no freaking idea.

He wanted her so damn much, right here and right now. But he couldn't. Something told him that until and unless he was completely and utterly sure about her, until and unless he let go of his revenge plan, he wouldn't touch her. Not completely.

She was now sitting on his lap, grinding him. "Don't you want this? Don't you want me..."

He gasped, his breaths coming out all ragged. "Eva...this isn't the right time..."

"Are you not sure about me? Am I not good enough for you, am I-" Her words stopped in her mouth when his lips crashed on hers.

He kissed her passionately, erasing all the words that had and were about to come out of her pretty mouth. He sucked her lower lip, leaving it with pop sound to make it sexy and pleasurable for her.

She closed her eyes and sighed against his mouth. "I got it."

He stopped, his forehead touched to hers. "Let's watch a movie. And from next time, don't you dare ask me these questions..."

He sat on the sofa and pulled her in his arms. While her head rested on his chest, he switched the TV on and started Netflix. "What do you wanna watch?"

"Something romantic?"

He sighed. "Okay, as you wish."

She took the remote from him and switched on a movie called 'A Knight before Christmas'. She snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest and watching the screen.

He felt...home. Like, this was where he belonged. With her. Embracing her completely, he pulled her more towards him, a comfort surrounding him. She fit in his arms so wonderfully. This feeling was insurmountable. He thought it was a passing emotion that faded with time but no, whatever he was feeling was very permanent. It was deeply rooted somewhere in his soul.

Somehow, he couldn't match this girl with the same girl who had hurt him in college. She seemed so freaking different; she seemed incapable of any kind of harm. Her eyes, they were warm and honest, not scheming. She was so beautiful, and not just from the outside, there was a glow on her face that shone from within.

He had no idea when his eyes closed until the sunrays hit his face. He fluttered his eyes open and rubbed them to clear his vision. Eva was sleeping on him. She was clinging to him by his neck, her face all over his chest. Her legs were crisscrossed with his.