The Billionaire's Sweet Revenge

Chapter Twenty Seven

Like most people, Vivian was susceptible to feeling aroused. He never knew it could be this intense, though.

Nothing had prepared him for the sight he had seen. He closed his eyes but sleep was far from it. He had checked into the hotel, he was lying on the soft mattress, yet, all he could do was travel back and forth in time.

Eva had come to Alex's house with Neil. While all the others had been excessively happy in finally meeting Neil, he had stood in one corner, spilling his water on the bottle, totally thrown away by her. She had worn a black coat and black trousers. Her hair was tousled and messy, and the most important thing was; she had been wearing no make-up, just a pink lipstick. Berry, no...as pink as cotton candy. Yes, candy.

And all he had wanted to do was throw caution to the wind and make her his.

But he hadn't.

Then he had ignored her all the way to Switzerland. And even now. She was looking so beautiful with her cute sleep enamoured face. He wanted to kiss the tiredness away from her. He could feel her presence in the next room. It was connected to his with only a single door. A door he would take five seconds to open.

Then what?

He got up and banged on the door to her room. After five minutes of waiting, the door opened and he saw her.

She was sleepy. Her hair was tousled around her face, her eyes were half-closed and puffy. Had she cried? Or was it just plain fatigue?

She massaged her temples. "Umm..."

He barged inside hearing no proper reply on her part. She closed the door and faced him. "Why are you...here?"

She seemed intoxicated, he mused. "Are you okay? Are you tired?"

She nodded, walking to him and falling on him, her head on his chest. "So tired...and sad. You're not talking to me..."

Shit.

He cupped her face, her eyes closed shut, flicking on and off. "Baby...baby...I'm sorry..." He adapted a baby voice, trying to sound cute.

But she was asleep. She wouldn't notice his baby voice. Then why was he doing it?

It just came naturally to him. He wasn't trying to sound cute, he wanted to talk her cutely.

"Come, sleep..." He dragged her slowly to the bed.

He gently laid her on the bed and then tucked himself inside the blanket. Holding her waist and pulling her towards him, he dozed off to sleep. Finally, he could feel his thoughts dissolve into the air.

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He woke up by a painful surge in his crotch area. She was moving her hips against him. In sleep. And she had no idea what she was doing to him. She turned around to face him and snuggled with him, her palm on his chest.

He tried to side away from her. But couldn't. Her legs were wrapped around him. She made a sound in her sleep, humming. "Umm, is...it...morning..." She squinted her eyes as the sunlight hit her face.

He closed his eyes immediately, pretending to be asleep. He heard her stifle a groan as she probably realised he was on the bed with her. He felt her stiffen and then trying to get up. All her efforts went in vain when he held her waist tightly and brought her back beside him.

"My God!" She squealed as he wrapped her.

"Good morning." He mumbled, pulling her towards him.

She huffed. "What are you doing here?"