The Billion Dollar Heir

Chapter 14 - Love Myself

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Chapter 14

Blake Michealson's Pov

"Seriously Blake where are we going? Can I open my eyes now."

I rolled my eyes, she is seriously an impatient pain in the ass. "I said shut up and just trust me okay?" What does she think I would do to her anyway?

"You're not exactly the type that one would trust on first sight." She huffs.

Okay now I'm offended. People trust me every day when to do business with them, not that I trust them. I never trust anybody after that incident. Because I learnt that you cannot even trust your father to keep you safe, he would much rather throw you to the wolves to keep his fucking money safe.

"I'll make you change your mind."

"Good luck with that."

Stopping right in front of two large doors, I drew back my palms from her eyes. "Finally."

Ignoring her I push both the doors open, leading her to the room where we call our personal library. To say that Brooklyn was shock and in awe would be an understatement, she practically looked like Belle in Beauty and the Beast when he showed her his castle's library. Not that I watched it or anything.

She ran towards the fictional side of the shelf, immersing herself in the world of fiction while I took a business book and sat on the couch in the middle of the large room, starting to flip through it. Quite a long time after the couch beside me sank, Brooklyn sat right next to me reading a book.

"Happy?"

"Really happy, thank you Blake. I can't believe that your family owns such a big library. I could literally stay here forever." She sighed happily, slumping further down into the couch.

I sat up straight and looked at her. "Aren't you?"

"Yeah...... I am... I forgot about it. Sorry." She answers but doesn't look at me anymore, keeping her eye focused on her book.

That sounded odd, she said it like she's leaving soon. Deciding not to push it further I focus on the current task at hand. "So did I manage to win your trust?"

"Yes but only by a tinsy bit." She raised her fingers to emphasize her point.

"Seriously? Why won't you trust me? It's not like I did anything to hurt you before."

That's when I felt a small weight on my shoulder, Brooklyn was already fast asleep, her head leaning comfortably on my shoulder. Great. Looks like I'm her pillow for the night, unless I get up and leave her to sleep here while I go back to my comfortable bed.

I gingerly pushed her head off my shoulder, failing miserably when her head lands on my lap instead. She doesn't even flinch or move but just snuggle slightly, making herself comfortable and making me extremely uncomfortable at the same time. I could still move away but strangely enough, I felt like I'm compelled to let her have her way. My hands as if on instinct went to her head, starting to weave my fingers through her hair, smoothing it out.

What the hell am I doing? I redraw my hand immediately, my fingers getting caught up with her hair that was tangled up together causing her to stir a little.

I checked my phone, showing that it was already 3 in the morning, my own eye lids starting to feel heavy. Fuck it. I'll just sleep on the couch her with her tomorrow. That way not only will I earn her trust but she will also get to see what a great gentleman I am. It's a win win situation.