The Billionaire's Demand

Nero's Backfired Deal

Nero watched as Hannah took in his hotel room, she had been there many times before. Yet she took the place in as if it was the first time she set foot in it. It might have looked differently with some of her clutter lying around.
He recognized the bold colored pillows which were now scattered across his couch. He was sure there were many more things which now decorated his hotel room. Most of her furniture had been delivered to his family house, they'd pay his father a visit over the weekend to sort things out. He knew she couldn't have too much stuff since her apartment was rather small in size. Spending half a day sorting her things out would be enough. He was sure his father would also enjoy their company. They'd spend the other half of the day together with Valerio.

"It looks different." Hannah told him as she strolled to his couch, "It looks more lively." She faced him, "Don't you think? Your world only knows black, white and gray. This-" She trailed her fingers over one of the pillows and smiled, "Is exactly what you needed."

"Are you saying you walking into my life is what gave it color?"

Her fingers froze while she mechanically turned her head to face him, "I-I suppose that's what I'm saying." She pulled her hand away and tried to shrug of the embarrassment, but he caught onto it so there was no hiding it from him, "What are we going to do about dinner?"

"You want to eat downstairs?" He asked, tossing his jacket on the one-seat while he moved to the kitchen, "I can also prepare something light. I don't have that many ingredients lying around, but I can make it work."

She followed him to the kitchen and stared right at him, "I actually enjoy your cooking, but I'm in the mood for something more filling." She admitted to him, "But if you want to stay in we can order room service, right?"

He took her in, she looked awkward standing there with him. He knew it was a lot to take in, they officially moved in together today. They behaved like friends, but he had no intention of only being friends with the woman he was going to marry and have a child with. He wanted more than that. Hannah wasn't opposed to it either, he noticed it when she touched him the other day. He was the one who pulled away, but he wasn't going to back off now. He made up his mind about Hannah. He was going to work hard to get back what they once had. There was no other option since cheating was something he'd never do.

"What do you want to do?" He asked her, he didn't care either way but he knew working at the coffee shop was hard since Hannah was mostly on her feet, serving her customers and cleaning up. He figured she'd rather be comfortable while she enjoyed great food.

"Can we eat in?"

He chuckled, "No need to sound so unsure about it." He reached into a drawer and handed her the menu of the restaurant downstairs, "Order whatever you like. I'll have the same. I'm going to take a shower."

She took the menu and scanned through it, "Oh, so you're trusting me about my food choices today?"

"I've been moving around too much in this suit. " He told her as he started to unbutton his shirt, "So today I'm trusting you not to order something weird." He turned to face her and noticed how red her face looked, "What?"

Her hands clutching the menu to her chest were trembling as she shifted her gaze to the floor instead, "You shouldn't start undressing right in front of me!"

He glanced down, only his chest was visible. Hannah had seen him completely naked so he figured she wasn't going to make a fuss about him taking his shirt off. Guess he was wrong about that after all. He did up a few buttons and apologized.

"Sorry, didn't think you'd be offended."

"It's not that." She blurted out which made him frown, "It's just that, you know-"