Love Me in the Dark

25. His Sweetest Side

RIVER

What the hell did I get myself in?

When I came with him to his penthouse, I had no idea my life would be more complicated than it

already did. Now my life had changed drastically. I was frowning all the time, wishing I could take back

what I said.

I barely ate my food even if it was delicious. We talked about how my life would be the moment I came

with him. But it was what he wanted for me—that kind of talk that he had already decided what was

best for me. I barely shared my opinion, even though I knew it would be useless. I didn’t even get a

chance to tell him what I wanted my life would be if this arrangement would continue.

It was like a one-way trip—no coming back. Once I disagreed with his terms, then we were done. It was

what he had been trying to talk to me about, or something more. I could feel it. He was still holding up

something. Or maybe I wasn’t there yet—to know whatever it was.

After our lunch, he went out for a business meeting. He said he wanted to buy a company that was

settling for a nasty divorce. He left me alone with one sentence. Text me what you don’t like about

what's in your room. That’s it. He’s gone.

So we just fucked, then we went separate ways after that. If we fucked on the couch, Krew went to his

room after, and I would go to mine. What kind of relationship was that? He was like my fuck buddy, for

the time being, then when this was over, I was all alone.

I stared at the key in my hand, berating myself not to get tempted to check what was in the room, but

then I had to sleep, shower, and eventually change to something before he came back.

I took a deep breath, inserted the key into the keyhole, then I pushed the door open as if there was a

ready prank inside. I flicked the light. To my surprise, it was not what I was expecting. What was in front

of me was beyond my imagination. The room was as big as his, but it was a mix of European modern

and classic style inspired by Victorian, Greek, and Roman designed with a touch of minimalist color of

off white, grayish, and beige with sleek and neutral surfaces. Oh, my. The guitar. He brought it with him.

The furniture was less carving, and undoubtedly, they ditched the knick-knack and used the art

mounted on the wall. A modern balloons-like chandelier hanging from the ceiling was exquisite. There

were posh sofas, but what caught my attention the most was the extra-king-sized bed with grey velvet

headboard.

Ignored the tingles on my skin when I thought of many ideas about how to make use of that very

inviting bed. I stepped closer to the door than I thought the walk-in closet.

“What the hell?” The frown on my forehead deepened. There were tons of women's clothes hanging in

the closet. From dresses, casual wear, formal, you named it, and still had tags. My curiosity kicked in

more. I opened every drawer, and I found lingerie, accessories, bags, belts, jewelry, and shoes. Oh, my

god, these shoes. I wished I could afford to buy one. Everything in here was designers, and I would

age seventy, I was still not done paying for all of these.

I closed all doors and walked out of the room. “Wait a sec. They’re my size.” I shook that thought off.

That must be Krys’ or his previous fuck buddies. Or he used to spoil women to lure them to bed by

offering that room.

I scrunched my nose. “Ew! Ew, ew. Just ew.” I shivered at the thought of sharing garments with his

former partners.

I felt a twist in my gut. I settled in the entertainment area, turned the tv on, scrolled down some movies

on Netflix, and let them play. My mind went back to Briar. I wanted to end this so that I could start

searching for a permanent job. I completely agreed with Krew on one thing—to end whatever Briar was

trying to do to me.

I planned on meeting him in public to convince him to stop stalking me. What if he would get hysterical?

The movie I played didn’t interest me anymore. I laid down on the couch and grabbed my phone. I

texted Journey before I closed my eyes.

“Bored?” A squeezed on my leg jolted me up. My heart was in my throat as I stared at the most

handsome man in a suit looking down on me.

“You surprised me. How did the meeting go?” Wow! It sounded so natural asking him. It even surprised

me.

A small smile curved up his lips. “We’re still negotiating.” He leaned over to kiss me on my lips. “I

missed you,” he said between kisses.

Should I respond? I kissed him back instead.

“How’s your day?” he asked, already standing with his hands in his pockets. He looked more powerful

when he did that.

“Good.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“Better than looking over my shoulders or frightened all the time in my apartment. Are you still planning

on going out?”

“Do you wanna go out?”

“Not up for anything, but you may. I think I stay.” I sat straight, wrapped my arms around my knees, and

tucked my chin over.

“What’s wrong, River?” He must have noticed my not-so-lively voice. Could he blame me?

“I’m fine.”

“Let me change my clothes. I’ll be right back. We need to talk.” He climbed upstairs. I watched him stop

in the middle. “River, did you check your room?”

“Yeah.”

“And? Would you like some changes?”

“I think it was too much for my style.” I met his gaze. I couldn’t exactly read his expression, but he

nodded anyway.

“I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, he came from behind, hands on my shoulders, massaging me. God, I loved it. I

almost moaned when he found my tense muscles. Keep going. Keep going.

“I’ll book a spa for you. Journey can join if you want.” He kissed the top of my head. I wasn’t aware he

had this sweet side in him.

“You don’t have to.”

He sat beside me, grabbed me, pulled me into him, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me hard.

My mouth was already opened from shock, giving him a chance to push his tongue inside. He tasted

like mint with a hint of smokiness. A moan slipped my throat, and it was his cue to deepen the kiss.

I crept my arms around his neck and straddled on his lap. My core was already aching, and his cock

was already. I ground into his hardness, riding him slowly and precisely.

“Fuck.” He pulled his mouth from mine and stared at me with those dark dreamy lust eyes. “I want you,

but not until you tell me what’s going on in the head of yours. Communication is crucial to me, River.

I’m not good at voicing out my feelings, and I want this to work.”

Dismay, I slid out to sit on the floor while I was aching for him.

He slid himself to lie down, taking all the space of the couch. “Come here.” He held my arm.” Lie on top

of me. I want to feel you.”

I want you to fuck me, dumbass. I didn’t voice it out loud, but I did as he said. I rested myself on top of

him, my head on his chest, and I could hear the strong and fast beating of his heart while his erection

was deliciously and rigidly poking against my thighs.

“Mind telling me now.” Everything he did was delicious. I loved the feeling of him, making me

comfortable around him, in his arms despite that he was bossy most of the time. He ran his fingers on

my hair, down to my back. “River. Talk.”

“I’d love to spend some time with Journey. Does the spa offer still stand?”

“Whenever you’re ready. I know just the right spa. Krys used to go there.”

“She can join us if she likes.”

“She would love it. Can I borrow your phone? I left mine in the room.”

I grabbed it from the coffee table and handed it to him.

“Passcode.” He gave it back to me.

“Krew is hot. No space. All in caps.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Laughter erupted in his chest, sending vibrations into me. “So sure about that, huh?”

“544670.”

I heard him typing then he slid my phone back to the coffee table. “All set. Tomorrow afternoon. I texted

Krys, too.”

“That fast?”

“Don’t change the topic, River.”

“Your heart is beating so fast. Is that even normal?”

“Ask my unruly dick why it’s always hard around you. Now, what’s bothering you?”

“How many were they have used that room?”

He chuckled, and I wanted to punch him hard on the chest. “That bothers you so much?”

“Just answer me.” I tried to be calm, but my voice betrayed me.

“River, look at me.” I raised my head and met his gaze. “No one. I don’t bring women over here. Ever.

Not my style. I’m not selfish or something. I’m a philanthropist and have donated millions of dollars, but

I never spoiled women to take them to my bed. That room is reserved for my woman alone. I knew that

it meant to be yours. Does that answer your doubt?”

I shut up and rested my head back on his chest. I fought back the urge to grin, but my stupid heart did

a little leap.

“What else do you want to clear things up?”

I shook my head against his chest.

“You’re not a prisoner here. You can go wherever you go. Do whatever you do.”

“But?”

“Conner will drive you, and he will stay close to you all time. Your safety is important to me, River. I

can’t risk it. It would kill me if he laid a hand on you.”

“So I have a room on my own.”

“I thought you want privacy. My door is open. I don’t intend to lock it, knowing you are only a wall away.

I don’t want to overwhelm you, River. That’s why I provided you a room on your own.”

“Thank you.”

“Now can we fuck?”