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Ace left to make breakfast when I decided to spend more time in the washroom, taking a shower.
Now that he wasn’t with me, memories of last night floated back into my mind.
My hands tightened on the basin.
I tried not to think, but I failed.
I still couldn’t believe Warner could do something like that to me.
Yes, he was drunk and hurt.
But that didn’t justify his actions.
He was… violent.
He was a monster last night.
I didn’t know he had this side in him.
Now I didn’t know which Warner was real.
The one I called my friend, or the one I came face to face with last night.
Bile rose in my throat recalling his actions.
Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths to calm myself down.
I didn’t care to know where he was right now or how he was doing after Ace had beaten him to unconsciousness.
I didn’t even want to think of him anymore.
Blinking away the moisture in my eyes, I walked out.
As soon as I entered the kitchen, the mouthwatering smell of bacon and pancakes hit my nostrils.
My stomach growled.
His gray eyes looked up at me before gliding down my body.
I was wearing one of his T-shirts that reached my mid-thigh.
Nothing else.
The darkening of his eyes and tightness of his sharp jaw didn’t go missed by me as I sauntered closer.
“I bet you didn’t wear any panties, did you?”
His voice came out deep.
My cheeks flushed.
Shrugging, I sat on the counter.
His eyes followed the movement of the T-shirt as it rose higher up my thighs.
“It’s long enough to cover my lady parts.
So… yep.
I didn’t wear anything else.”
He groaned, resting a hand on my knee.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?
Such a tease you are!”
Leaning in, he nuzzled the crook of my neck, taking a breath.
“If you wanted something from me, you could just ask, baby.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed at his chest, causing him to frown.
“The only thing I want right now is food.
I’m hungry.”
“Yes, it’s almost done,” he grumbled.
Stepping away, he put some batter on the pan.
Giggling, I leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you for making me such delicious dishes everyday.
I love you.
You’re the best boyfriend in the world, you know that?”
Though we hadn’t discussed our relationship yet, nor did he ask me to be his girlfriend, I just started to think of him as my boyfriend.
He already called me his, and he was mine, so I didn’t think we needed to give it a name officially.
My kiss seemed to brighten his mood as he pecked my nose.
“I’m glad.
Even though I don’t like the boyfriend tag and I’d like to change it soon, it’s okay for now.
And I love you more.”
My heart raced inside my chest.
Butterflies erupted in my stomach at his words.
Change the title soon?
Did he mean what I thought he meant?
Heat touched my cheeks as I looked down at my lap, twirling my bracelet.
Chuckling, he kissed my head and pressed his forehead against mine.
I looked up at him through my eyelashes.
Stormy grays peered into my soul with his intense gaze.
“Soon.”
Warmth surged through me, happiness bloomed inside my chest.
Just at the imagination of him waiting for me at the altar did something to me.
My whole body tingled at the thought.
Becoming Mrs.
Valencian didn’t sound so bad.
A burnt smell reached our nostrils, breaking our little magical moment.
Crinkling my nose, I looked at the pan.
The pancake.
I let out a chuckle when he only scowled at the almost black pancake, as if murdering it with his eyes for interrupting.
“Let me make another one.”
I shook my head.
“Did someone come when I was in the shower?
I thought I heard some voices when I was changing.”
He nodded.
“Yes.
Arthur and Mr.Ivanov were here.
I couldn’t meet them yesterday, and the Russians were eager for a quick meeting.
So, I told Arthur to get Mr.Ivanov up here.”
My posture straightened.
Arthur was here?
“Who’s Ivanov?”
“The owner of the Russian company we’re going to sign a deal with.
There are two owners of the company.
Mr.Balakin and Mr.Ivanov.
Mr.Ivanov is doing all the work on this upcoming project,” he explained.
“What did he want to discuss so urgently?”
I asked.
I heard mentions of the Russians many times in the past two weeks, but I never met any of them yet.
“Mr.Ivanov came up with a new proposal.
At first, they were only interested in just working with OC Textiles, but now they want to work with Valencian Corp as well.
Changing the original plan of Mr.Balakin, the other partner, Mr.Ivanov now wishes to work on several projects at a time.
He said he had his full trust in us.
So, the more projects they could work on with us, the more they can expand their name in the US market.”
“So, what did you say?”
He thought for a second, before going back to flipping the pancake.
“At first I didn’t like the idea of acknowledging the amount of money Valencian Corp has to invest.
But Arthur has a belief it can bring us a huge Russian market if we go ahead with it.
Their company has a good reputation in Russia.
Even Caleb seems to like the idea.
So, I agreed.”
A shoulder of his lifted.
“How much does Valencian Corp have to invest?”
I raised my brow.
He glanced at me.
“Five hundred million.”
I gasped.
My eyes widened.
Five hundred?
“And as it’s a vast amount of money, they don’t want to bear any risk before the projects complete.
So, they suggested signing a contract.
A contract where it says that if there would be any hindrance or loss caused by a party between the certain time before the projects finish, they shall compensate the other party with the whole amount they invested in the project,” he added.
“So that either party wouldn’t have any kind of hesitation regarding the deals.”
My mouth was on the floor, still absorbing his revelation.
“And you agreed to go ahead with this?
Five hundred million isn’t a joke for a company.
I know you’re a freaking billionaire, but it can be a big issue for your company in the future if something goes wrong.”
He cupped my chin.
“Our, it’s our
company, baby.
And don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.
Our company handled deals like this before, though not with such contracts.
But it’s not a big deal.
They agreed to a lot of our conditions, we had to agree to this one of theirs.
Normally I don’t work with others’ conditions, but Arthur seems to be adamant about working with them.
He requested me several times to agree.
So, I did.”
Something didn’t feel right.
This contract didn’t sit well with me.
Though people were working with contracts like that out there, with Arthur involved in this, seeing his desperation for this deal, I couldn’t help but worry.
He was definitely planning something.
“You said Arthur is going to handle this project?”
He nodded.
“Do you think you can trust him with it?”
I asked carefully.
“I mean, it’s quite a big project for him to handle all alone.”
“He’s not going to be alone, Rosebud.
There are people who will be assisting him.
And Caleb will also join once he comes back from his honeymoon,” he replied, putting some bacon on my plate.
“Don’t worry.
I trust him.”
That was what holding me back from telling him Arthur’s truth earlier, before Arthur threatened me with Ace’s past.
He had blind trust in his uncle.
Seeing my silence, he gave me his whole attention.
“What happened?
What are you thinking?”
Should I tell him?
Will he trust me?
What about Arthur’s threat?
But that could be just a bluff, right?
Maybe he didn’t know anything and was just bluffing to keep my mouth shut?
Kissing my lips softly, he made me look at him.
“What’s bothering my rose so much?”
Should I?
I gulped.
“He…”