Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Anna’s POV

Roman’s voice stopped me. Made me turn back, my hand still of the handle.

“I’m sorry.”

I stared at him in shock. Roman Blackwood apologizing? The world must be ending.

“I thought you said you never apologized.”

A hint of a smile touched his lips, transforming his features. Making him look younger and more vulnerable.

“There’s always a first time.”

“What are you really sorry for?”

I needed him to open up. Just once. I wanted to read him. To know if this was real, or if I was just another win.

He turned in his seat to face me fully.

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“I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you,” he reached for my hands. “For my condescending remarks. For making you feel small. For making you feel like what we shared meant nothing when…”

He paused, his throat working, Adam’s apple bobbing. “When it meant more than I was ready to admit. More than I knew how to handle.”

He reached out, his hand cupping my face. His thumb brushed across my skin gently.

“Say you forgive me,” he murmured, his eyes searching mine. Plading.

This time his touch felt so different from the possessive way he’d grabbed me earlier. So tender it made my heart ache.

“I can’t.”

His brows drew together, confusion and hurt crossing his features.

“Why not?”

“Because apologies without consequences are bound to happen again. You’ll just do the same thing, then apologize, then do it again. I’m not interested in that cycle. I won’t be that woman who accepts empty words over and over until there’s nothing left of herself.”

He pulled back, studying me. Then, to my surprise, he was grinning. That cocky, infuriating grin that made my stomach flip.

“That’s smart. Fuck.”

“I know.”

A hint of admiration crossed his face.

“What would it take to fix it? Really fix it? Name your price.”

“My price?” I scoffed. “See, that’s the problem. You think that you can buy your way out of accountability.”

“Then tell me what to do. How to make this right.”

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Chapter 89

I thought for a moment, an idea forming.

“Cook dinner for me.”

He blinked like I’d asked him to rob a bank. “What?”

“You heard me. Cook dinner for me with your own hands.”

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He scoffed, shaking his head. “How about I take you to dinner and rent out the entire restaurant? The best chef in Paris. Wine older than both of us combined. Private room. The works

“Sounds enticing.” I gasped.

Then I shook my head firmly. “I want you to sweat. I want to see you actually work for something instead of just throwing money at it. I want to see Roman Blackwood, billionaire CEO, in an apron, cooking for me.”

“That’s why I pay the best chefs to do the sweating.” He was smirking now, that arrogant expression I both loved and hated.

“Tell you what, I’ll buy you a restaurant if I have to.”

“Are you really going to buy me a restaurant?” I asked slowly, searching his face for any sign he was joking. “Don’t you rich people have limits?”

“Depends.” He shrugged like buying restaurants was as casual as buying coffee. “It would be a grand gesture to demonstrate my willingness to make amends.”

I laughed hard. “I’ll take the restaurant. But you still have to cook

“You can’t have it both ways, Anna.”

“I’d love to see you sweat.” I leaned closer, wearing a teasing smile. “So cooking it is. The restaurant is just a bonus. A very nice bonus, but still.”

He gave me a long look, his eyes traveling over my face, lingering on my lips.

“I’ll warn you, I haven’t cooked in years. The food might be inedible. You might end up with food poisoning and a lawsuit.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to work extra hard not to poison me.” I tilted my head, watching heat flare in his eyes. “Consider it motivation.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I can think of better ways you could motivate me.”

“Oh?” My voice came out breathier than I intended, betraying me.

“Mmm.” His eyes dropped to where my breasts pressed against my dress.

“You. Spread out on my kitchen counter. Wearing nothing but an apron. Letting me taste you between courses.”

My breath caught. My nipples tightened painfully. I squeezed my legs together, trying to ease the ache.

“Mr. Blackwood,” I managed, trying to sound scandalized, trying to hide how affected I was. “You’re absolutely shameless.”

“Me?” His voice was amused. “You’re the one who was grinding your hips against my fingers minutes ago. Chasing your release. Begging me not to stop. Please, Roman. Please don’t stop. I need….”

“Stop.” I covered my face. “You’re truly shameless.”

“I find I am that way with you.” He leaned closer, his hand coming back to cup my face. “Only with you. You make me lose control. Make me forget every rule I’ve set for myself.”

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Chapter 89

My breathing quickened, chest rising and falling rapidly. His gaz tracked the movement, darkening further.

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“Deal?” His thumb brushed my bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. Making me want to open my mouth and suck it in.

“Deal,” I whispered.

We stared at each other for a long moment. The world outside the car faded away. There was only him. Only this. Only the heat between us that refused to die no matter how much I tried to fight it.

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