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I didn’t want to feel bad, but I did.
Though she was wrong, she did it for her family.
Why didn’t she just inform Caleb or Ace about it?
They could’ve helped her.
Arthur grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the office.
But before walking out of the door, she glanced at me over her shoulder and threw me a look of gratitude.
“Why did you stop me?”
“Because if we force the name out of her, there is a risk the blackmailer will harm her family.”
I turned to him.
“If they could plan something that big, think about what they would do for revenge.”
He pondered for a moment.
“But I would’ve protected her family if she gave us the name.
If she gave the statement, we could get proof against him.”
“But what if it’s not Antonio himself?
What if it’s someone else he’s using?”
“That’s what I’m talking about.”
He looked into my eyes.
“There’s a middleman working for him who knows everything about us, and the people related to us.
If we got a hold on him, we could use him against Antonio.”
Oh, I didn’t think like that.
All I thought at that moment was Liza’s fear for her family.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think of that.”
I bit my lip.
He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“It’s not your fault.
You were just thinking of her family’s safety.
Don’t worry, I will find out about the man myself.”
I nodded.
Running his hand through his hair, his gaze went to the distance.
His shoulders were still tense, eyes disturbed.
The five o’clock shadow on his face gave him an edge.
He needed rest.
I don’t think after arriving in LA, he’d even a pinch of sleep.
Because he was too busy being furious about my recklessness.
I sighed.
“Let me get you some coffee.”
I turned around and walked towards the door.
A hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
The next thing I knew, I was wrapped up in his arms with his face in the crook of my neck.
“What’re you doing?”
I gasped.
Brushing his nose against my skin, he took a deep breath.
“Hugging my Rosebud.”
“You’re tired.
All you need is a cup of coffee and some rest.”
I tried to wiggle out.
But as always, he only tightened the grip.
“You being in my arms is everything I need,” he rasped in my ear, kissing the junction of my neck and shoulder.
A shiver ran down my body, along with the warmth that spread across my chest at his words.
“Stay with me for a moment, baby.
I need you.”
His hot breath fanned my skin as he let out a tired sigh.
“I will if you don’t call me ‘baby.’
Because I’m not your baby.”
But my arms slowly went around him as I rested my face against his chest.
My eyes went shut, soaking in his warmth and scent, as if they had their own mind.
Hugging someone to provide comfort wasn’t wrong, right?
A deep chuckle reverberated through his chest.
“We’ll see.”
TWENTY-FIVE: CHEESY GARLIC SHRIMPS
W e’ll see?
This infuriating man!
“I’m just letting you hug me because you needed it.
Don’t think of anything else.
I’m still mad at you for what you did up in your penthouse.”
My cheeks flamed at my slip of tongue.
Why did I need to mention it right now?
My lips tingled recalling the earth-shattering kiss on his bed.
He pressed his nose against my hair.
“And don’t think I forgot what you did last night.
It was a really reckless move.
And about kissing you,” he rasped, arms tightening around me, “I don’t regret a second of it.
I’ll do it again and again, even if you don’t like it.”
A gasp slipped through my parted lips as he placed an open-mouthed kiss on my neck and then on my throat.
“And I know you loved it,” he said in a deep husky voice, brushing his lips over my jaw.
My heart raced in my chest as hot desire shot through my veins at the touch of his scorching mouth.
A tug in my lower region made me want to seek those sinful lips again, the same lips that were on mine this morning.
My skin burned with his bold touch over my curves.
But even if I wanted to burn in his flames for the rest of my life with pleasure, with all the strength I’d in me, I untangled myself from him and stepped away.
I couldn’t do this again.
I couldn’t let my control slip again.
I had to go.
When I turned around to run, his arms again shot out to me.
Holding my shoulders, he pulled me back against him.
“Stop running away from me, Rose.
We both know what we want.
Stop escaping the truth,” he murmured in my ear, stroking my mid-section.
His touch was making me unable to think.
My body reacted to him strongly every time he touched me.
My mind warned me to keep my distance, but my heart longed for him every time he was away.
His closeness was a sweet poison to my brain.
Because it loved it, even if it made it numb.
Keep it together, Em!
“I have to go.
Let me go.”
My voice came out as a weak whisper.
“Never.
I’ll never let you go.”
Huh?
He’ll keep me in his office forever?
“I have work.
Let go,” I huffed.
“No work today.
It’s your free day.”
“What?
Why?”
I turned to look up at him.
“It’s been a long day for you.
Not to mention the terrible night you had.
It’s your day off.”
He brushed some tendrils away from my face.
He was so close…
“Can you keep some distance?
Move!”
I wiggled, slapping his strong arm.
Amusement etched in those gray orbs.
“Why?
My closeness bothers you, Rosebud?
It makes you all hot for me?”
he teased.
My eyes widened.
The arrogance!”Not at all!
I don’t feel anything.
Now let go!”
“Only on one condition.”
My brows narrowed.
“No conditions!”
He shrugged.
“Then no leaving.”
I groaned.
“Fine!
What’s it?”
The corner of his lips twitched as he kissed my forehead.
My heart stuttered at the gesture.
“Have lunch with me?”
When I didn’t answer, he continued.”Let’s talk.
I even ordered your favorite dish.”
At the mention of food, my stomach growled.
I didn’t have breakfast this morning in a hurry.
I tried to ignore the amusement in his eyes.
“Okay.
But only because I’m hungry.”
Nodding, a smile spread across his face.
A genuine one, which was very rare.
“Only because you’re hungry.”
I stared
at the cheesy garlic shrimps with extra sweet and sour sauce before me.
Exactly how I liked to take it.
Not a usual combo, but it used to be my favorite.
Our favorite.
Whenever he used to visit our home, he’d bring it for me.
It was our regular thing after our chess matches.
“You remembered?”
I whispered, looking up at him.
Leaning forward, he put some prawns on my plate and then poured the sauce onto it.