"It didn't burn!" I exclaim in my robe, holding both of our plates up in triumph. He chuckles from the bed, grinning. My eyes travel over the half of his body that isn't covered by my sheets.
I hand him the bowl and fork, making sure not to drop the chilled wine tucked beneath my arm. To help me, he grabs it and sets it onto my nightstand.
"We need glasses."
He reaches out, grabbing my hand to stop me. "We can drink from the bottle."
I raise an eyebrow amusingly. "Oh? Is it too far a walk? Will you miss me too much?"
He rolls his eyes and pulls me towards him. I laugh as I tumble onto him, trying to hold my food up so it doesn't fall all over the bed. He kisses me thoroughly and I shiver, feeling his hand running over the robe, feeling my curves.
"I've spent far too much time without you... I'm not wasting a moment."
Cheekily, I chuckle, now rolling my eyes. "You're so corny."
His face warms. "Do you want me to stop?"
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him chastely. "No. Nope, I don't think I do."
He helps me off his lap and onto the pillow beside him. We remain in close proximity even as we eat and not once do our mouth's stop moving. We have so much to say. So much we haven't been able to.
It's strange to care about someone so much and not know a lot about them.
I set my bowl onto the nightstand on my side of the bed, settling myself onto my stomach. "Tell me about your job."
He swallows the remaining wine. Between both of us, we downed it. Based on the amount of laughs and slurred words, I can infer that we are slightly tipsy.
"What about it?"
"Your day to day life. Your favorite thing about it... I don't know. Anything."
"... Well, uh, when I was younger and by younger, I mean like twelve, I went on a train for the first time. It was a sleeper- I went with my father on one of his trips and I don't even know why but we decided to travel that way instead of the plane... And I just fell in love with it and trains... I started researching and that's how I found the trade business."
I smile. "So, when did you actually start Maddox Global?"
"I was twenty. It picked up fast because of my father's position and the fact that I did nothing but work and I really enjoyed it. I enjoyed the traveling, the different cultures, the people."
"The money," I add with a grin. He nods, agreeing.
"Yeah, that too. I was a billionaire by twenty-six... Which is practically unheard of. I honestly don't even know how it happened... I was honestly just doing something I loved."
I stare at him. "You're really a billionaire?"
He nods, setting down his bowl on my other nightstand. "Yeah, I am."
"That's crazy. You don't act like it all... I mean, you can tell you have heaps of money but you're so down to earth and- and sweet."
He shrugs, only proving my statement further. I rest my head onto my hands, sighing contentedly.
"You know what I've been wondering?" he whispers, lying down on his back beside me.
"If you've spoken to your parents since you met me."
Ooh, my pleasant mood goes down a notch at the mention of my absentee family.
"No, no. I haven't."
"Andre hasn't either?"
"I don't think so... I honestly don't even think they know that I was in that- the tsunami."
"Do they live under a rock?"
I chuckle, inhaling. "I don't know. Maybe they don't care. I don't know anymore."
"Have you tried to talk to them?"
"About their neglect towards you and your brother."
"No, they began leaving us alone ever since I can remember. It just became normal to live with our nanny, Delfina... I loved her."
He settles a hand onto my back, rubbing softly. "Loved?"
"Yeah, she died when I was sixteen."
"Don't be... She was old. She lived a full life- that's the most someone can hope for. My parents won't ever know what that is..." I blush, chuckling, suddenly feeling ridiculous for going on like this. "I mean, honestly- how much plastic surgery can someone get?"
He smiles but doesn't say anything and it makes me immediately uncomfortable. I settle my cheek onto my hand, closing my eyes.
I feel his hand move the hair from my face and he settles closer beside me.
"It's their loss, baby."
I exhale softly as his mouth presses softly on my temple. My eyes flutter open as my body softens at his touch. Silently, I turn onto my back, waiting for him. He comes above me, touching the knot holding my robe together.
He pulls it open, spreading the silk material wider and moves above me, taking my lips with a confidence that tells me he's going to help me forget.
YOU ARE READING
What do you do when disaster strikes? You survive. On the night before her entire life changes, Genevieve Harding was walking along the shoreline with a man she'd only just met. Tristan Maddox. A man who grazed the pages of the magazines and newspa...