Love Me in the Dark novel Chapter 23

RIVER

I had no job, no savings, and I had bills to pay. I was broke as a homeless. The only good things in my life right now were Journey and well, Krew. But being with a billionaire had consequences, and at the same time, had perks.

I wanted to shrink, wishing a black hole would appear on the floor and swallowed me down. Krew hung up on me not a moment ago, and now he was sitting across me while his arrival had filled the entire premises. Then he just barked at me that we were going home.

It was the third time he mentioned home. Until now, I was still puzzled.

“Let’s go,” he said again. This time he offered his hand.

I took it without a word, grasping as we headed out of the coffee shop. His driver was already waiting outside the shiny black sedan.

“Ms. Rouge.” He gave a curt nod, opening a door for me.

“Thanks.” I climbed in, feeling a little nervous. Krew followed. His smell alone was intoxicating, and he looked delicious in his designer suit that fit perfectly in his athletic body.

Once the door was closed after us, I folded my arms over my lap.

“You’ll gonna find a job, River.” He squeezed my thigh, causing me to stiffen. Heat radiated through the pants I was wearing.

“How did you know I’m worried?”

“You don’t look happy.” He took his phone from his suit pocket and started typing something.

I held his arm. “You’re not gonna pull strings to get me a job, Krew.”

He showed me the screen of his phone. “Do I look like I’m gonna do it? You’re a smart and talented woman. You can find the right job for you, better than the last one you had.”

He was typing a message to a named Ally. Whoever she was, I didn’t want to know. And it wasn’t too personal. He wouldn’t have shown it to me if he was flirting with another woman, would he?

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, heat crept on my cheeks.

“It’s okay. I hope you don’t mind that I ordered us late lunch.” He looked at me, a look that could melt me inside.

I shook my head. “As long as no clams.”

“Duly noted.” He leaned over. Before I could grasp what he was about to do, his lips smashed to mine, grabbed the back of my head as he deepened the kiss.

I framed his face with my hands, kissing him with the same intensity. Krew probed his tongue and saught for an entrance. I opened my mouth to welcome him, his tongue dueling with mine. His other hand roamed my thigh, squeezing, seeking for its way to where I ached and was sensitive the most. He rubbed his palm against the pants covering my core, wishing I was wearing something easily accessible.

I moaned aloud as he found my heat. He moved his mouth down to my jaw, to my neck, sucking, nibbling, biting, then licking the skin, causing me to shudder.

God, what’s wrong with me? I wasn’t this irresponsible, but when I was with him, he made me do things I never did. I forgot we were still the car in the middle of the road in broad daylight.

“Krew.” I pushed him away.

He stared at me with pain and lust brewing in his eyes. “What?"

I swallowed hard. “Stop this.” I took a look at the driver, which I couldn’t see anymore. He must have closed the partition, and the windows were tinted. I might burst into flames with embarrassment.

“Did you ever think I would do something with you without our privacy? That I would humiliate you? Or share you with them? No one can see us from the outside, and Lake was a professional. He knew when to give privacy to his client.”

“Client?” I looked at him in shock.

“He’s not only my driver. He previously worked with high-profile politicians.”

“He’s also your bodyguard.”

“Yes.”

“Well, we’ll continue in your home since I already ruined the moment.” I smiled shyly.

“Looking forward to it.” He reassured me through a squeeze on my thigh.

A few minutes later, the car stopped, then his driver-slash bodyguard opened the door just like earlier. Krew climbed out and offered his hand to me.

“Thanks.” I gratefully gripped his hand. Once I was outside, I looked around. There were at least eight sports cars parked, a black SUV, and the most beautiful bike I’d ever seen. “Wow! Who owns that beauty?” I was exuberant as I walked toward the bike to take a closer look at it. “The owner wouldn’t mind if I touch this, right?”

I wasn’t aware Krew was behind me. “Krew, I’m sure you can afford one of these. I wouldn’t mind riding with you with this gorgeous.” I lightly touch the body as if it would burn me. Or it might trigger an alarm if someone would touch it.

His eyes lit up as he smiled down at me. “That’s MTT Turbine Streetfighter with 320 horsepower connected to its accelerator. They only make five units per year.”

Then I realized something. He knew a lot of things about this bike. I chuckled. “This is yours.”

He grinned, his dimples showing. “Noted.”

“What?”

“That you wouldn’t mind riding with me with Stella.”

I frown. “Who’s Stella?”