Along With The Night (The Billionaire's Love #5)

Chapter 3

Morning revelations

My eyes opened and I saw a naked girl beside me. And it was not just any girl it was Violet. Myra is going to kill me. She was drunk and I should have stopped it, but I didn't. That doesn't mean I took advantage of her. She was passed out after few kisses. She would have a nasty hangover now.

I got out of the bed and asked my driver to pick up somethings for her. I kept some pills for her, and I decided to take shower. After I was done, I told my cook to prepare something to cure her hangover because we have lots to deal with today. I heard a crash and then cursing from my room and I walked in.

I walked in and Violet quickly covered herself in the sheets. It is not like I haven't seen you last night violet. "Sorry, I was just trying to find out my clothes." "Do you now Miss Washington?" I asked. "Yes, I was" She whispered. "The same one you discarded before pulling me to the bed yourself? Or do you not remember what you did in your drunken haze?"

"I need to go, could you please tell me where my clothes were?" She asked again in hurry. No, you don't get to run away like this Miss Washington. It was your choice to sleep naked next to me. You don't get to run away upon revelation. I held her arm and pulled her in my chest. 

"querida, are you trying to run away? Because last night I realised how much you want me to get closer to you. And I was very close, closer than I ever was. With your skin against mine. It was something I never can forget."

She shivered trying to pull back. "I don't believe I have done something like that, and I don't remember it. I don't feel anything. You are lying to me." As if I could. "No, I am not. Something did happen between us Violet. And no matter how much you deny it, your body shows the signs, I have marked you last night."

"No, you are my boss, I cannot do this with you. I just... I know you are just playing some prank because you think I still have some crush over you. But trust me. It was me as a child and now I am an adult, so I am mature enough to know what I can and cannot get. What my limitations are and what is morally wrong and what is morally right." She said moving back.

"Oh, so last night was not real, it is not something you have wanted right?" She doesn't get to kiss me and deny that she never wanted me like that. Because her body says otherwise. She didn't get to moan my name and then say it was just a drunken mistake. Because I know in her every single touch that how much she had wanted me then. And how much I had to control her.

"no, I don't remember what happened last night" she said. All right then. I locked the door. "Sir what are you doing?" She exclaimed. "Reminding you about last night Miss Washington. Exactly what you did and what I didn't, what I should have." I pulled her to me Placed my lips on hers. After a moment she stopped struggling and gave in to me. Just like I wanted her to.

But I know I cannot take her virtue away. Whatever reason she was in denial I can feel it now too. I pulled back and leaned my head against her forehead. "Was that only thing what I did to you, and what you didn't?" She whispered.

 My hand moved over her body. She is so beautiful. "I want to do many things with you. Many things that make you addicted to me Miss Washington. But I cannot. Because it would be wrong. I do not wish to break your heart. I am not like that. My heart cannot love you."

I moved back. And accessed her from head to toe wrapped in my silk sheets, looking like a seductress, a goddess. She is all the things a man wants and all the things a man desires to have. Alas I am not that man who can have her. It would be so selfish of me. "My driver will be back with new clothes, till then you can wear my t-shirt." I walked towards her and gave her a fresh t-shirt and my shorts.

"Thank you, sir," She whispered. "it's alright Miss Washington. She clutched the clothes tightly in her hand. I placed a soft kiss on her cheek and walked away because I needed to. She doesn't want what I am offering her. And she is delicate not suitable for my world. I cannot rob her off the opportunity she can get with others. She can be loved. I can never love her.

She walked out when I was in phone with my client. She looked great in my clothes. Too good that I may just make her wear them always, but she is not mine, is she? I don't love her. I cannot love her. Why then I am feeling possessive towards her? "These look better on you then over me." I told her.

She blushed trying to pull the hem of her t-shirt down. It already is like a dress on her. How much she needs to hide? "Come sit" I said pulling a chair for her. She sat down not looking at me. I know she was trying hard not to, but her eyes always drifted my way, She was checking me out.

"Eggs and bacon?" I asked. "Sure" I put her plate in front of her and took mine. She dug into her plate and after few bites she stopped again. She didn't again finish the plate. "querida, you eat so little. You need to stay healthy" "I am done sir. Can I be excused?" She asked. "Yes, you can your clothes are in the room get dressed and we will be on our way alright?" I asked her.

She stood up and walked away. I watched her. She is very submissive, very shy, she likes to follow orders. But that was not what she was before. Something does happen with her. I need to talk to Myra. I need to tell her about her sister's strange behaviour. She needs to know what is going on with her sister.

She walked out and we drove straight to my office. Time to start another day in here. I parked the car. She didn't move. "What happened?" I asked. "It would probably be good if we don't walk in together." Why the hell not? "Look, I know you don't care about what anyone says about you. But I do care what people say about me. And I don't want them bad mouthing about something that is not real"

Oh, she is talking about us, about the words people will say seeing us together. But she shouldn't because first I don't care and second, I don't think she should care. "What position you hold in my life Miss Washington?" I asked. "I...I am your personal secretary sir" She shuttered. "Yes, you are right do you know the job description of a personal secretary?"

"Y...yes" "I don't think you do, or else this questions this doubts you have in your mind, you will not have them, I want someone who can hold her head up and not be afraid of being shunned down just because we are walking in through those doors together. If you think few bad words, few sarcastic comments can shun you down, this job is not for you. Because remember querida, there are many people who wants to see you go down. But only few who will help you by lifting you up. The choice is yours with whom you want to walk with. Whose company you wish to keep." With that said I climbed down of the car and walked towards the built-in elevator.

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