One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 28: Lena’s Apology
Raymond’s POV
I could see her face slowly turning red, and for a brief moment, I wondered if I truly had that much of an effect on her. Ever since the day I met her, she had been like this, losing herself whenever her eyes lingered on me for too long. If I didn’t already know how feisty, stubborn, and troublesome she could be, I might have thought she had a harmless crush on me.
I shook my head lightly, clearing the thought away, and finally spoke.
My eyes swept over her body calmly, from head to toe. She looked cute in the little dress she wore, simple yet flattering, clinging to her curves just enough. My gaze lingered for a second too long on her exposed legs, but I decided not to comment on that, for now.
"Come in," I said dryly as I opened the door wider for her.
Sullivan stepped in behind her, carrying her bags like a dutiful assistant. He looked unfazed, as usual.
"Thank you," she said softly, her voice slightly tense.
She glanced around, then asked, "Where’s the kitchen?"
I pointed in the direction without a word. She nodded and headed there immediately, while I walked into the living room and dropped onto the couch, pulling out my phone to distract myself. Moments later, Sullivan emerged from the kitchen, placed the bags neatly by the wall, opened the door, and left without another word.
The house fell quiet.
I leaned back, wondering what she planned to say, or if she would say anything at all.
"Hello," Lena said suddenly, waving at me awkwardly. Her fingers trembled slightly, as though she was gathering courage.
I couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out. "Are you nervous, kitten?" Her pet name rolled off my tongue naturally.
She nodded, her cheeks flushing deeper.
I raised a brow, genuinely surprised. Lena being nervous was rare. Instead of teasing her further, I stayed silent and waited.
"I’m sorry about everything," she finally said, taking a deep breath. Her hands were clasped tightly together in front of her, knuckles pale.
"What exactly are you sorry about?" I asked calmly, refusing to make it easy for her. She really had been a menace these past few days.
"For invading your privacy... for refusing to take correction when you called me out on my actions, and..."
"And what else?" I prompted softly, standing up and stepping closer to her. I tilted her chin slightly, my eyes unconsciously dropping to her lips as she spoke.
"And I’m sorry for not keeping my end of the deal we made," she continued quietly. "It won’t happen again."
I smiled faintly. "Do you miss me, kitten?"
She nodded.
That shocked me more than I expected. I had assumed we would argue, banter, clash the way we always did. I hadn’t expected her to give in so easily, and that honesty stirred something hot and dangerous inside me.
"I want you back home," she whispered.
That was all it took.
My mouth crashed down on hers, the kiss hungry and unrestrained, like we had been starved of each other. She rose onto her tiptoes, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pulled me closer. Our bodies pressed together, breaths tangling, lips moving in desperate rhythm.
I held her waist tightly, almost lifting her off the ground, before picking her up completely and sitting down, settling her onto my lap. She straddled me without hesitation, urgency written all over her movements. Her hands slid down, fumbling at my clothes, exploring like she was afraid I’d disappear if she stopped.
My breathing hitched.
God, I wanted her. I want to have her right here.
But this wasn’t right, not in this house.
I caught her wrists gently and leaned back, forcing myself to look at her face. She let out a soft, frustrated moan when my lips left hers, her eyes fluttering open to find me watching her with clear amusement.
She hit my chest lightly and tried to get down, but I held her in place.
"Don’t worry, baby," I murmured. "We’ll finish this properly when we get home. I promise. I’m not about to end up on Damon’s CCTV footage."
Her eyes widened in alarm as she quickly adjusted her dress, smoothing it down like she’d just remembered where she was.
I laughed softly.
"Relax, kitten. You won’t be caught on any camera. I’ll make sure of that before we leave."
She hesitated, then asked quietly, "You promised?"
I nodded. "When have I ever broken a promise?" I paused, then added firmly, "You’re my woman. I wouldn’t want anyone else to see your nakedness."
She relaxed at that, resting her head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close for a moment longer.
"I want to make you a meal to properly apologize," she said after a while. "Do you have any preference?"
"I’m not selective," I replied easily. "I eat everything, especially anything you make."
She smiled and slid off my lap, heading into the kitchen. I followed right behind her.
Where was the fun in letting her do it alone?
I helped her slice and prepare everything she needed, standing far too close for comfort. When my task was done, I found excuses to lean in, smooching and kissing her, I kept on rubbing her ass, sometimes her boob. until she swatted my arm away playfully.
Once we finished cooking and cleaning, I lifted her onto the kitchen table and kissed her again, slow and deep this time. I had to stop myself once more, groaning in frustration.
Damon was a menace and a freak. If he saw anything, he wouldn’t delete it. He would keep it and use it against me
I set her down, running a hand through my hair as she laughed softly.
"It’s okay," she said gently. "Let’s eat. We can continue from where we stopped when we get home." She bent her head down as her face turned red. I smiled and agreed with her.
She served a full English breakfast, eggs, bacon, potatoes, pancakes, and coffee with milk. We ate until we were full, laughing and talking like nothing had ever been wrong.
Afterward, we cleaned up together and settled into the living room. I brought out a bottle of wine, and she curled into my arms as we sipped and watched a movie together.
For the first time in days, everything felt right again.
