No onewants me. Not the real me.
His fingers grasp my chin, tipping it up to meet his gaze. “I want you, Aoi.”
“No, you don’t. You just want to fuck me.”
He frowns, seeming genuinely afflicted by my words. “Why would you think that?”
“We just met. You don’t know anything about me. You can’t say that you want me and expect me to believe you.” I pull out my phone, disappointed but not surprised to see the lack of notifications. “If you’re trying to annoy me, you’re on the right track.”
“I’ll be patient.”
“Just move on from your silly crush. It’s not worth it.”
I’m not worth it.
Andrew stares at me with a conflicted expression but doesn’t argue. Instead, he pulls me closer, pressing his forehead against mine, and somehow, it makes me want to give him a chance.
God, how touch-starved am I?
“For you, I’d wait an eternity.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.” I relish the feel of his skin against mine before I sigh and politely push him away. “I want to head back now, Andrew.”
He sets both hands on the steering wheel and turns on the ignition. “Then have dinner with me tomorrow.”
“Stubborn as a mut, hmm?”
“And this is nothing. I’m being quite tame right now.” Andrew stares longingly at me for a minute. “You have no idea how you make me feel, Aoi. ”
I do have an idea after glancing at the erection tenting the crotch of his pants.
I’m not being very honest with myself, but at least I know that if I get to know Andrew better, I’ll be able to figure out if he’s last night’s mysterious fuck.
I’m only allowing this to get answers.
Nothing else.
19
Visha
“What are you thinking about so deeply?”
I look up from the pile of documents and smile as my mind wanders back toward last night.
I can’t believe Aoi made a move on me. Convinced that he wasn’t at all interested, I planned to make him fall for me by any means possible. Little did I know, behind that divine tenderness hid a creature led by his desires.
He didn’t hesitate to take action when he bumped into me in the hotel hallway during Frank’s party, but in the car he showed restraint.
I wish he hadn’t.
“Visha,” a loud and frustrated voice pulls me out of my reverie, slamming his palm on the obsidian desk. “I asked you a question.”
Annoyed, I scowl at him. “What do you want? I’m busy thinking about Aoi for the record. Stop invading my thoughts.”
Bellami crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t daydream at work. You’re wasting my time.”
“Oh, shut up. How can I focus on something as boring when I can spend my waking hours thinking about my Paradise?”
