Ruthless Monarch - A Billionaire Enemies-to-Lovers Romance - Ava Harrison Page 0,68
too tired to dwell on it.
“You want me to sleep in here?” In all the weeks I have known her, I have never seen her eyes grow so large.
“Viviana. As my wife, this is your room now.”
Her eyes drift across the space in front of her. Then she shakes her head.
“What about the room I was staying in?”
“That was never your room.”
“Then why did I stay there?”
“I was waiting for you.” My comment makes her smile, not a regular smile though, this one is contagious, and it spreads across her face, touching her eyes.
“You did wait, didn’t you?” Her voice is soft.
“I was never going to take you by force. Not in the ways that mattered.”
“Do you have something for me to wear? All of my pajamas are in my room . . . My old room.”
“You won’t be wearing pajamas in our bed.”
If she’s shocked by my declaration, she tries to school her features. However, it’s the way she nibbles her lips that I know.
“Drop the robe, Viviana.”
Now she lets her mouth open, but I’ll give her some credit. She does it.
The big, white, fluffy robe falls to the ground, and a very naked, beautiful, and extremely nervous Viviana gets into the bed.
As soon as she does, she lets out a tiny little moan. My bed is much more comfortable than hers.
“You like that, right?”
“Oh my God, this is the most amazing bed ever.”
“You’re welcome.”
She giggles. “You are such a dick.”
“What did you say?” I drop the towel from around my waist and get into the bed, lying on top of her. “Did you say you want my dick?”
“That’s not what I said.” Her voice hitches as I use my knee to spread her legs.
My cock is now resting on her bare skin.
“I think it’s exactly what you wanted to say.” I lean forward, trailing kisses along her jaw. She squirms under me, but I keep up my ministrations, my hand snaking between our bodies and opening her to my attack.
She lets out a moan of pleasure, and I take that as an invitation.
This woman will be the death of me.
When I wake up the next morning, I almost forget where I am, which is strange since this is my bedroom, but I see brown hair fanning the pillow. There’s an arm lying across my stomach. Normally, if I’m going to sleep with a woman, I’ll do it in my apartment in the city, not the one that Viviana has been to.
No, I have an apartment that the sole purpose of is just to get me laid. I normally don’t trust women enough. They are a liability.
Fuck, until last night, I didn’t trust her as well.
Everything looks different in the light of day.
I stretch my arms out and stifle a yawn. I don’t want to wake her. She looks too peaceful, and as much as a certain part of my body wants to, she needs to rest.
I barely let her sleep last night. Once we started, I couldn’t stop.
I’ll leave her here tucked in my bed and go find my men. I need to apprise them of the change in our situation.
Slowly and carefully, I get up. I walk into my closet and throw on gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt, putting on socks and shoes as well. Then I’m out the door. Because of the time, I know I’ll find Lorenzo in the kitchen.
“Boss,” he says as I walk in.
“What time did the power kick back on?” I ask gruffly.
“It came back on around five.”
“Huh. I slept through it.”
“Yeah, about that, I heard from Francesca that you had company.”
“That’s what we need to discuss. I’m going to grab a cup of coffee, and then we can talk in my office.”
I make my way to the cabinet and grab a mug, and after I fill it, I head down the hall, open the door, and sit down behind my desk. Lorenzo is quick to follow.
“Do you want me to call Roberto?”
“Yes.”
“Anyone else?”
“No.” Although I trust my men, the only two I trust one hundred percent with my life are Roberto and Lorenzo. Luka being a close third.
Lorenzo types out something on his phone, which I imagine is a text to Roberto because within three minutes, the door is opening, and Roberto steps in. He takes his usual seat.
“We were wrong about Viviana.”
“How do you mean? We heard her,” Roberto says.
“Yes, we heard her say what she had to. But last night, she told me everything.”