Possessed No More: The True Star Returns to Claim Her Throne-Chapter 80: Just How Many More First Times Are There?
Well, you could also say there simply wasn’t time. She never had the chance to develop feelings for Vernon Jacobs before she stumbled upon his affair.
So, naturally, they never had the chance to go to the movies together either.
Cole Sinclair raised an eyebrow. ’Another first? Just how many more firsts does she have waiting for me?’
Then again, it was fair. She had given him many of his firsts, too—experiences that belonged only to the two of them.
"A reward!" His tone had already regained some of its ease; his mood had clearly improved.
Riley Perry scolded playfully, "You’re so annoying! Come on, movie time!"
Grabbing Cole Sinclair’s hand, the two of them left the restaurant.
Riley searched for nearby theaters on her phone, asking as she did, "Mr. Sinclair, what kind of movie do you want to see? Romance, crime, horror, comedy?"
"You decide. I’m fine with anything." He’d never watched that sort of thing before, mainly because he never had the time.
When they got downstairs, Cole tried to lead her to the car, but Riley refused. She took two masks out of her bag, handing one to Cole and putting the other on herself. "The theater is only a fifteen-minute walk from here, and the tickets I booked are for forty minutes from now. Why don’t we walk over? We can walk off our dinner."
Cole Sinclair worked out every day, so walking—let alone running for an hour—was no problem for him. But Riley had worked today and specifically dressed up before leaving the house. She was wearing a gorgeous, long-sleeved, form-fitting Armani dress with a pair of seven- or eight-centimeter high heels. How could her feet possibly survive walking for a few hours?
"Let’s go."
He took out his phone, sent a message to his driver, and then led Riley on a walk down the street.
Riley Perry walked sweetly by his side, head lowered to steal glances at his large hand. She deliberately drew closer to him, letting the back of her hand brush nonchalantly against his.
Cole felt her move. His hand froze for an instant, and the next moment, he captured the hand that was about to tease him again, interlocking their fingers tightly.
He tilted his head slightly, watching Riley’s expression from the corner of his eye. Just as he expected, he saw her break into a happy smile, and his own eyes curved in response.
’This woman. All her little thoughts are written right on her face.’
’She just wanted to hold hands, didn’t she? She could have just said so; I wouldn’t have said no.’
’No wonder she’s so happy. This feels... really nice.’
So nice, in fact, that he tuned out everything around him: the pedestrians coming and going, the clamor of traffic, the chaotic city lights. Everything else seemed to fade away, leaving only her in his world.
Five minutes later, they stopped at the roadside. A bodyguard stood before Cole, holding a shoebox. "Sir, I’ve brought the shoes."
Cole Sinclair took the shoebox and placed it by Riley Perry’s feet. "Change your shoes. Walking in high heels is bad for your feet."
Riley said coquettishly, "My back is so sore, I can’t bend over. You have to change them for me."
Cole Sinclair thought: ’Great. She’s at it again.’
He waved at the car that had been following them. The car quickly pulled up, and the rear door opened. Cole scooped Riley up by the waist, set her sideways on the car seat, and then took off her high heels. He took the sneakers out of the box and, with immense patience, put them on her feet one by one. Afterward, he didn’t forget to put the high heels back in the shoebox and place it carefully under the seat.
He looked up to meet Riley Perry’s eyes, which were brimming with mirth. "Satisfied now?"
Riley hooked her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his face. "You misspoke, Mr. Sinclair. I’m *very* satisfied. So, I’m rewarding you with a kiss from yours truly!"
Cole’s hands came to rest naturally on her waist. He remained bent over, his gaze deepening. "That’s not nearly enough."
The next moment, their lips crushed together. Cole roughly stole Riley’s breath, his tongue relentlessly exploring every inch of her mouth as their breaths and saliva mingled...
After what felt like an eternity, Riley pushed him away with all her strength, prying his wandering hands off her body. "I... I can’t breathe." His kiss had been too intense, almost savage. If she hadn’t pushed him away then, she suspected he would have devoured her right there in the car!
The man took a deep breath, then shrugged off his suit jacket, draping it over his arm to cover himself. Only then did he straighten up, his eyes fixed on Riley’s rising and falling chest from his towering height.
’She was so slender, yet how was this one place so... full.’
’No, not just here. There was another place, too, one he couldn’t get enough of.’
’What a woman... She certainly grew in all the right places.’
’I can’t keep thinking about this, or we can forget about the movie tonight.’
He turned away, taking a moment to compose himself. Once he had recovered, he reached a hand out to Riley. "Come on, or we’ll miss the beginning of the movie."
His tone was a mix of resignation and amusement.
Riley Perry placed her hand in his large, well-defined one and gave him a dazzling smile. "You have to say, ’Princess, please step out of the car.’"
Cole Sinclair: ...’What kind of meme is this?’
With a tug of his hand, he pulled Riley to her feet. "Let’s go."
Riley pouted. "You’re such a stick-in-the-mud. No fun at all."
The large hand holding Riley’s tightened. ’A stick-in-the-mud? How am I old?’
’I’m only twenty-eight!’
’So what if I’m six years older than her?’
"If you don’t want to walk, we can get back in the car."
Riley Perry tilted her head to look at his profile. ’Yep, he’s definitely too tall,’ she mused. The height difference was even more stark now that she’d swapped her heels for sneakers; she had to crane her neck just to look at him.
’Tsk tsk, that look on his face... he’s mad again!’
’Honestly, this man. How does he get angry so easily!’
’Oh well. He *is* the one paying the bills, after all. I guess I’ll just have to humor him.’
"Dearest Sponsor of mine, could you perhaps tell me why you’re angry again?"
Cole thought: ’That’s right. I’m just her sponsor. So why should I get angry over little things? There’s no need, is there?’
"I’m not. You’re seeing things!" But he still felt uncomfortable inside. ’What is wrong with me?’
Riley Perry stepped in front of Cole Sinclair and tilted his chin up with her hand. "Oh, really? Then smile for me."
Cole thought: ’Why do I feel like some performer who has to smile on command?’
"What’s wrong? Can’t manage a smile? Fine, then I’ll help you out."
With that, she pulled her hand back and began walking ahead, clasping her hands behind her. "Let me tell you a joke. There once was a girl who was incredibly beautiful and exceptionally talented, so she had many suitors.
But she wasn’t interested in any of them, and she would turn down anyone who confessed to her. However, one boy was particularly persistent; no matter how many times she rejected him, he refused to give up.
Finally, the girl couldn’t take his pestering anymore. After he confessed his love yet again, she said to him earnestly, ’I really can’t be your girlfriend. Just tell me what you like about me, and I’ll change it. How about that?’
Without a second’s hesitation, the boy replied: ’I like the way you look wearing clothes. Why don’t you change that?’"
Riley burst out laughing after she finished, but the man didn’t react at all.
"Mr. Sinclair, why aren’t you laughing?"
Cole Sinclair gave Riley a confused look, his expression clearly saying: ’Where’s the punchline? Isn’t that guy just a pervert?’
Riley turned her head away. ’Fine, forget it! I’ll just let him stew in his own anger!’
’He’s impossible to cheer up! Completely and utterly impossible!’
