Arrogant Heir (The Heirs #2) - Michelle Heard Page 0,60
and Kao grab us snacks and drinks.
We’ve paired up in teams. Grinning at Mila, I ask, “How good are your drawing skills?”
She shakes her head. “I suck. Big time.”
A chuckle escapes me as I wrap an arm around her neck, and pulling her against me, I plant a kiss to her temple. “We’ll kick ass.”
When everyone is ready, Fallon and Kao start. I turn the timer over, and Fallon begins to make a circle.
“Ball?” Kao guesses.
Fallon shakes her head and continues to draw various circles with bites taken from them.
“Dude, come on,” I taunt Kao.
“Moon!” he yells like he’s guessed the cure for cancer.
Fallon does a happy dance then hands the marker to Jade.
When it’s finally Mila’s turn, she stares at the board for a second, and then my eyes widen as she draws what looks like a cock shooting its load.
“Seriously?” I ask. I glance at the Pictionary box. “Is this the dirty version because all I can see is a cock shooting its load.”
“What?” Mila shrieks. “Nooooo!”
She keeps adding more dots above the head.
I let out a chuckle. “Still just seeing an orgasm.”
“Time!” Hana yells.
Mila looks at her drawing then gives me an incredulous look. “It’s fireworks.”
I let out a bark of laughter. “Same thing, babe.”
Shaking her head with a wide smile on her face, she sits down next to me, mumbling, “You and your one-track mind.”
Leaning closer to her, I whisper, “Yeah, and it keeps leading to you.”
Mila’s eyes snap to mine as I pull back, and I see the look of confusion on her face as she tries to figure out the meaning behind my words.
I’ve been getting that look a lot from her this week, like she’s trying to put a puzzle together, but she’s missing a piece.
Soon, babe. Soon.
The attraction has come back, a million times more potent than before the attack. Every time I touch her, I have to concentrate on keeping my grip soft. When I kiss her, it takes all my willpower to not give in to my need to devour her.
Light and sweet are killing me, but I won’t give until Mila’s ready.
MILA
It feels like I’m losing my grip on reality.
With everyone’s eyes on me, it has a knot tightening in my chest, every day a little more.
It’s getting easier to pretend, though, and it’s working because my friends have returned to their old routines. Even Jase is back to his old self.
Kind of.
Instead of my forehead, he now kisses me on the mouth, and I don’t know what to make of it. I don’t want to read too much into it, but every kiss has me wondering if he’s doing it out of pity.
I don’t want Jase to pity me.
And the rest of Trinity? They keep staring and whispering. It’s been a week since I’ve returned, and they still haven’t gotten something new to gossip about.
It’s exhausting.
And then there’s Jessica with her glares and know-it-all smile on her stupid face.
I let out a sigh where I’m sitting next to Jase as we drive to CRC Holdings’ head office to see Mr. Cutler, Hana’s father. He’s working on the case against Justin and needs to interview me.
The thought makes the knot tighten more.
Mom and Dad will be there. During their daily calls to check on me, I could hear their worry, and I’ve avoided seeing them.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to fool them today into believing I’m fully recovered.
Jase brings his car to a stop in a VIP parking bay. I climb out and walk around the vehicle to him. He takes my hand, and I drink in the feel of his strong fingers gripping mine.
God, I’m going to miss this.
His voice has a way of getting through to me like no other. It has the power to chase the fear away.
Two weeks ago, I was adamant about putting distance between us, and now he’s everything to me.
It will be so hard when I have to let him go because he’ll probably return to his playboy ways soon.
We take the elevator up to the top floor. When the doors slide open, a receptionist greets us from behind her desk, “Mr. Reyes, Miss West, Mr. Cutler is waiting in the main boardroom for you.”
Jase nods in her direction. He leads me down a stylish corridor and into a room with a large oval mahogany desk with chairs situated around it.
My dad instantly gets up from where he was sitting next to Mr. Cutler and quickly walks over to me. “My beautiful girl,”