Six months ago, Emily had everything. She had her rich, sexy boyfriend, Christian, and the perfect job at as a reporter. But after a misleading photo was taken, accusations of Emily cheating caused her year long relationship with Christian to come t...
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After grabbing a quick bite at a nearby McDonalds, Christian took Emily back to the Grand Plaza. He ordered for their personal belongings to be sent from the island to the hotel suite. Emily had smirked at the idea of waking up to a room full of their belongings all scattered around after she went to bed with a plain hotel suite.
As the engaged couple steps into the Grand Plaza, Christian's grip on Emily's tightens. She gives him a suspicious look, her brow arched. He hurriedly rushes to the elevator, dragging his pregnant fiancé behind him.
"What are you doing?" Emily giggles.
Panting, Christian presses the 9th floor button. The billionaire waits impatiently for the elevator doors to close.
"Come on! Damnelevator." He growls right as the doors begin to close.
"Why—" Emily chuckles, brow arches higher.
Suddenly, Emily is shoved back against the elevator wall. Christian's lips are locked with hers, his tongue shoving itself inside her small mouth. Emily softly whines as she holds onto his neck. The billionaire grabs his fiancée's arms and pins her wrist above her head. He kisses her deeper, more passionately. Emily struggles to remember to breath out her nose, having to gasp for air when Christian attaches his lips to her neck. The brunette bites her lip at the feeling of his lips on her tender skin.
"Christian..." Emily sighs, closing her eyes as she throws her head back. "Ah!"
Christian's lips brush up against the sensitive vein on Emily's neck, sucking hard. Emily lets out a loud moan as her knees begin to buckle. The billionaire continues to have a strong hold on the brunette, keeping her in place.
A ding fills the elevator, the metal doors open to the 9th floor. Christian parts his lips from Emily's neck. He looks deep into her eyes full of lust and passion, releasing her wrist.
"Jump." He says thickly.
Emily does as she's told and grabs his sturdy shoulders, jumping up. Christian catches her thighs, wrapping them around his waist. He holds onto Emily's right butt cheek and back as he carries her out of the elevator towards their hotel suite. The brunette rubs her fiancé's chest, sucking on the space just below his Adam's apple. The billionaire lets out a low growl like moan, rushing to the suite. He takes his key out and tries multiple times to jam it into the key slot—every fail like torture to him as Emily heats up her hold on his neck. The billionaire finally gets the key into the slot and is able to step inside. He locks it once their inside.
"Ah frick Baby!" Christian hurries to the bedroom.
Once inside, he gently lays Emily down on the bed. She desperately reaches for him, her eyes full of plea. Christian takes his jacket off, feeling a chill. He then kicks his shoes off. He walks over and unties Emily's shoes, loving her facial expression of desperation.
