Brandon Stevens, a business tycoon who owns the largest business empire in the country has the good looks, immeasurable wealth, and the rock hard body that could melt the hearts of any woman. Running his company in a territorial fashion and having a...
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[Hannah's POV]
I woke up in the morning not remembering how I ended up lying on Brandon's bed. I jerked up and wrapped myself around the blanket that smelled like him. I let myself sniff his manly scent and it lingered in my nose. Happy, I giggled, covering my heated face with my hands.
I heard the shower hissed and I heard movements inside the bathroom. I envisioned him in my mind naked, water droplets hit his toned muscles, the mop of his soaked hair covered his blue eyes. What a sight to see...
Remembering last night, my lips broke into an ear to ear grin. I walked silently to the bathroom on tiptoes, flattened my ears against the door, and tried to make out the sounds.
I flushed. I knew it was a bit too hasty and in a very short span of time but I really do liked him.
No.I love him. I corrected quite sure of that one. Many people might laugh at me, might say it was too soon. We already made love but loving was a complete different thing. Love was the product of commitment, attachment, and passion. We obviously shared the last one but I wasn't certain with the two other.
But I knew it's love.
That's the only thing that could explain the overwhelming bliss in my heart and the physical urges I felt for him. When he took me in his arms,all I felt was satisfaction.
Even now, I was smiling like a foolish teenage girl remembering how her first crush noticed her. Not that it wasn't my first because it was,but I did feel like giddy and all excited pretty much about everything that was about to come.
I hoped this would continue. My agreement to the proposition he offered me wasn't driven by the want of having the mansion back instead I discovered that it's more influenced by addiction I had for him.
The bathroom was jerked open and I jumped away back into the bed. I covered my face, ashamed that I was caught on act. He swagged his way out of bath with his lower body wrapped in a clean white towel. His torso muscled and toned that my mouth dried. There were beads of water around his body that dried my mouth.
Holy cow! Never saw a man as sexy as this one.
"You're awake," He intoned and moved towards the wooden closet, pulling out a set of black and blue suit. He was obviously battling which to wear. He made do with the black which I assumed his favorite color.
Well, black dominated among the color of clothes in the closet.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I overslept. What do you want for breakfast?"
"You," He said, his attention still on picking out the color of the ties that will suit the color of his tux.
I swallowed. But he didn't appear like he actually meant it. He wasn't even looking at me.
