Trillionaires' War

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I'm nervous. I have all these scenarios in my head that all end shitty. I don't know how long I've stared at the two cups of coffee on the counter. They're probably cold already. I sigh.

I woke up to find a note from Marcus. He had gone to the gym downstairs and should be back soon. In the mean time I've ordered breakfast and made coffee for the both of us.

I have dressed immaculately in a stripped blue blouse with a white blazer and pants. I knew after landing back home I'd have to go straight to the office. I have a board meeting at noon with ever single one of my siblings.

I hear the door close. He's here. I really shouldn't be freaking out, but I am though I won't show it. Learned it from my mom. I stand next to the kitchen counter with the two coffee mugs on it. I heard his foot steps before seeing him. I tried my best not to gulp. His black gym shirt clings tightly to his chest. His joggers hang low. He takes a long drink of his water bottle that makes every single muscle on his arm flex like god.

Oh my... Jesus, Chloe get a hold of yourself.

But I haven't had sex in so long...

You can't have sex with a guy you hated just yesterday.

Let me be a hoe for today. Just today.

No.

He turns to me, interrupting my mental argument with myself. I blush at the intensity behind his dark eyes. I feel all my hormones rise within me. I really to get laid. I mentally slap myself. I'm completely horny and it's embrassing.

"G-good morning." I say. Great, I sound flustered. He just looks at me expectantly. I awkwardly look at him. "So gym huh?" I sound so stupid. I shake my head. "Um... I made coffee, of you want some." Nothing. This man has the personality of a rock right now. Is he really going to ignore me? Maybe her regrets it? Damn it he regrets it, doesn't he? What the hell was I expecting anyways? It's not like he's my biggest fan. Just two days ago we couldn't stand being in the same room. Now I'm here pretending like everything change when it clearly didn't. I feel so stupid. "I'm going to go now." I look down and walk pass him to my room, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.

I didn't get far before his rough hands wrap around my wrist. He pulls me him. My chest pushing up against him. He leans down and kisses me with the same roughness of last night. I felt his hands slide down to the back of my thighs before picking me up. My legs wrap around his torso automatically. His rough kiss is sparking a fire in me that I don't want to put out. I feel the cold marble counter as he sits me on it. My legs try to pull him even closer than what isn't possible. I want him. I want him so bad. I moan into his mouth, letting his tongue do the work it was meant to.

I pull away first to catch my breath. My heart is pounding within my chest. My chest heaves from a lust I want to sedate.

I look up at him, his eyes show an amusement I never seen before. Yet his face is as stonic as ever, almost like he's just born to look so nonchalant. He knows I want him, and he's enjoying watching just how his kiss affects me. Well, I'm not the only one feeling this. I know he wants me. His boner pressed up against me is a clear sign of it. Stop being a hoe, Chloe Ann Aslan. I avoid rolling my eyes at the logical side of me.

I feel his hands brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "That's how I expect to be greeted." He said without a trace of abnormacy while I'm here trying to gather myself together from just a kiss. A kiss that is making me hornier than a 13 year old boy.

I'm at a loss for words due to the lack of oxygen in my lungs. I thank the heavens when I hear the knock on my door. I need a distraction before I jump on him and rape him. I push him away. I jump off the counter and fix my clothes before opening the door.