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His eyes flitted to my lips.
Did I crave him or the sex?
Suddenly his thumb shot out and softly, they landed on the corner of my lips. I couldn't help my whimper.
He groaned as he wiped water off my lower lips.
An unfamiliar expression crossed his eyes when I licked my lips. He looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it.
My heart fell when he leaned to wrap an arm around the back of my knees and the other around my lower back. He carried me. I didn't know what I expected.
Breathing lightly, I leaned against his chest, shutting my eyes to the sound of his heartbeat. A few seconds passed and I felt myself being put down. We were in front of my room.
“Good night.”
“Goodnight,” I breathed.
I entered my room, leaning against the door as I shut it. The small smile was permanent on my lips as I plopped onto my bed.
Deciding not to get ahead of myself, I found my phone under the pillow. I’d barely had time for it since I left his room in the morning.
Mrs. Thorne had gone, and Sophie had taken most of my time.
That was because I engaged in most of the exercises with her— drawing, coloring, arts— to get my mind off the ordeal of this morning.
I clicked on Instagram and the feed appeared on my screen.
I barely scrolled three posts when I saw the news. No, it was the image that caught my attention then the headline. Pictures of us on the red carpet where his hand was around my waist, and a stupid, misleading headline.
Everything I felt slowly seeped away, leaving fear. I quickly rushed to his room. I knocked once and pushed it open. He turned to me with a surprised expression and a towel wrapped around his waist.
“There’s trouble, Ethan,” I sniffed. It took a lot to stop the tears from flowing down my face.
I handed my phone to him.
I watched his brows furrow at me before his hands tentatively accepted the phone.
His icy blue eyes scanned the bright screen for a while before they widened in confusion.
Then, a flicker of fear flashed across his eyes.
“Shit.” His hand found its way to his hair.
I wrapped my arms tightly around myself. I should have known.
Famous billionaire technopreneur, Ethan Thorne, spotted with a jaw-dropping dark-haired lady, Evie Norman, at a children’s mental health advocacy fundraiser. Could this be the start of a new romance for the billionaire?
I should have known I wasn’t just messing around with my client or my father’s best friend.
I was also messing around with New York’s most successful technopreneur.
“I’m sorry.” His voice was strained. I heaved a breath.
“I'm scared.” My voice came out shaky.
“I’ll fix this, I promise.”
My mouth opened, but no words came out. The words were stuck.
