The Billionaire Wants Me Back |18+|

Lips on lips

Her eyes wandered to his bleeding hands, and without thinking she held it up to her face, "what were you thinking? What is wrong with you? Why would you-"

She trailed off, looking up to find him staring intensely at her.

"Wait here, I'll call security to take care of him and -" she said, staring at the man who had passed out by now.

He held her wrist drawing her back, "he's fine, he'll be awake in an hour or two."

"You could have killed him Dominic."

"It was just a blow or two."

"Why would you even -"

"He was going to hurt you, how could he even think about touching you?!"

Just thinking about it, Dom tried to hit him again but she held his hand, drawing him back.

"Stop it, let it go, let's get you treated first," she pulled him forward, "I have a first aid kit in my bags."

She didn't add that she'd always kept one because of Dalton.

Dominic didn't argue, following after her obediently. He didn't understand why on earth she was fidgeting as much.

"Come on, hurry up," she said in a panicked tone as she led him out of the celebration zone and to her hotel.

Her hotel wasn't at a far distance from where they were.

"I'm going to make sure he gets arrested, that bastard, how could he have tried to hurt you? It's an elite only party, that pig was only there because his father's a major investor."

Ivy flicked the lights on in her hotel room, rummaging through her bags as he continued to rant.

She found her purse filled with her emergency kit and hurried to where he stood watching her like a confused hawk.

She sat him on the desk of the high-rise hotel room with views of the city around them, standing between his thighs and attending to his wounds.

"You shouldn't do something this stupid," she groaned, taking out the glass piece from his wound.

She cleaned his injury up and bandaged it.

Dom kept watching her, wondering why her simple holding of his hands was driving his cock crazy.

She ran her fingers through her hair, "there's too many crazy things happening at once, I just can't deal with this anymore."

"Couldn't agree less."

"Don't do something that stupid Dom, I mean it, I don't need you playing hero to look good in front of me."

"Ivy I'd cross an entire ocean made of fire if it meant saving you," he told her and then the corner of his lips tugged upwards into a smirk, "why would you care about me anyways, it wouldn't matter, would it?"

She moved away from him, "I need to get this out of my system, you want some alcohol?"

She was already heading to the wine cooler.

Dom's eyes followed her ass as it wriggled out of his sight, begging to be let out of that tight fabric.

"Drinking with you? Isn't that winning the lottery?"

She rolled her eyes, returning with two glasses for them and sitting across from him.

She poured them both a glass and set the bottle on the desk, sighing as she gulped down her first glass.

There was a round of silence before she broke it, "thank you."

"There's no need to thank me Ivy, any sensible human would have done the same."

"Still," she poured herself another glass.

"I'm glad I came on this trip," he said, taking a small sip from his glass, "I wanted to stay back and see if I'd run into you again, I'm glad Dan pushed me to go, these past nights have been the best nights of my life."

She rolled her eyes at him, "they've been the worst of mine, I can't wait to get the fuck out of here and never look back again."

"Indeed," he chuckled.

Her brows furrowed, "what's funny? I mean it."

"Sure."

"I'm serious Dominic!"

"I'm agreeing with you, what the hell?" He raised his hands in defeat, his eyes going wide.

"So why are you saying it like that?!" She frowned.

"Like what?" He smirked, loving how much he was teasing her.

"That tone!"

"I don't know what you're talking about miss."

She got to her feet, "you know what, I'm done, your hand is treated, you can go back to your hotel."

He stopped her, pulling her wrist and getting her to sit back down so effortlessly.

"Relax, we just started drinking," he raised his glass to her face, "cheers?"

She ignored him, pouring herself another glass.

He held the bottle, stopping her, "yeah I think you've had enough." He set the glass to the table, "let's just talk about something, anything, business, it doesn't have to be about us, or our past."

"Why on earth," she started to say with a sigh, "do you have to be so fucking hot all the time? I can't even hate you in peace."

His eyebrows pulled together in confusion, "I'm sorry, what?"

Before he could process what she'd said, she was tugging on the end of his tie, pulling him forward, she put her hands around his neck in their seated positions, connecting their lips.