The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 287

[Hey Loves, I just realized I never published this chapter on Saturday. I saved it as a draft instead of uploading it... It was supposed to be a free Valentine's special chapter... So here it is. Wishing all of you a belated Valentine's. Enjoy.]

Sierra.

I don’t expect anything.

That’s how I survive February fourteenth, because Valentine’s Day has never really been my day.

Expect nothing. Feel nothing. Treat it like any other day.

In high school, I pretended I didn’t care.

In university, I didn’t care about it.

After that… I just stopped acknowledging it.

So when there’s a knock on my door at exactly six in the evening, I’m in oversized pajamas, hair tied up, fully prepared to ignore the world.

I open the door without thinking and freeze because Adrian stands there in a black coat, hands in his pockets, with that slow, almost shy smile that still makes my stomach flutter and a bouquet so big I can barely see his face behind it.

“Hi,” he says casually. “Do you always open the door looking like this, or am I special?”

I look down at myself. “Excuse me, what is wrong with how I look?”

He lowers the bouquet just enough to grin at me. “Nothing… You look gorgeous; that’s what I’m trying to say.”

I cross my arms. “Now you’re just exaggerating.”

“Never.” His eyes slowly drag over me. “I’m simply saying you’re the most beautiful pregnant woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to see.”

I try not to smile, but damn it, it’s hard when he’s being so sweet and cute.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, even though my heart is already melting and racing at the same time.

“You thought I’d let you spend Valentine’s alone?” He tilts his head.

“I wasn’t alone,” I lie.

He raises a brow. “You were in pajamas at six p.m.”

“…That’s called comfort.”

He laughs, his voice drawing me in like a piper.

I shake my head to clear the spell. “Are those for me?”

He nods and slowly gives them to me

They’re a mixture of flowers in pink, white, and soft purple. I sniff them, enjoying how good they smell.

“I wanted a big bouquet that didn’t have roses,” he says before I can speak. “So I improvised.”

I’d mentioned one day that I loved most flowers but didn’t like roses that much and he said that he would never bring me roses. I laughed it off, but he’s kept that promise.

My heart does that annoying, traitorous thing where it melts while my brain is already going through catalogs of wedding dresses.

“They’re beautiful,” I whisper.

“They reminded me of you.”

“Wild and chaotic?” I raise a brow.

“Strong and soft at the same time,” he corrects.

I step aside to let him in before I start crying at my own doorstep.

He looks around the house like he always does, like it fascinates him, and just like always, as if she can sense he’s here, Blackie shows up, walking like her majesty the queen.

I place the bouquet, watching as she walks towards him.

Adrian squats and rubs her head, “Hey, sweetheart.”

Blackie meows, sitting on her ass and looks at him.

Adrian laughs, “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget you.”

My eyes widen when he gets a small packet of treats, tears it open and pours some for her. Blackie meows, as if saying thank you and then she digs in.

He stands up and I can’t stop staring at him. I don’t know how he does it, but he manages to make me fall deeper and deeper.

“I have a plan,” he says. “But it’ll need you to put on something cute.”

I push down the emotions and answer, “I am wearing something cute.”

He turns slowly and looks at me again.

“I love this look,” he grins, “But I meant something cuter.”

I pretend to consider it. “Alright then.”

I go to turn and head to my room to change when he grabs my hand and pulls me to him so we are flush against each other.

“I almost forgot,” he says right before he smashes his lips against mine in a kiss that makes my toes curl.

When we break apart, we are both breathless, and I can barely think straight.

***

Twenty minutes later, I walk back into the living room in a simple red dress and Adrian actually stops mid-sip of water.

His eyes darken in a way I’ve never seen before and it just makes me think that he’s been holding back.

“Well, damn,” he exhales. “That’s not fair.”

“What?”

“You can’t just… do that.”

I ask, totally confused. “Do what?”

“Look that good.” He steps closer. “It should be a fucking crime to look this beautiful.”

Heat crawls up my neck as I blush like a teenage girl.

“Stop staring.” I feel shy all of a sudden.

My heart stumbles on itself.

Damn, the way he looks at me has me asking the heavens why I didn’t meet him sooner. He isn’t just looking at me with hunger, with something so intense, I can feel it wrap around me like a second skin.

He runs his finger down my cheek slowly, as if he’s transfixed. “I’m not staring; I’m simply appreciating that God made such a wonderful creature and made her mine.”

Fuck! There goes my fucking heart and my lady pits.

How can such a perfect man exist? Because I swear Adrian is the whole package and everything I’ve always wanted but thought I’d never get.

He leans in and gives me a small kiss before pulling back.

“Come on,” he smiles, “I can’t wait for you to see what I have prepared.”

His excitement brings a laugh bubbling out of me. He reminds me of a kid excited about something.

We don’t go to some overpriced restaurant. Instead, he drives us to a quiet place with open space where you can see the stars and next to it is a beautiful lake.

He asks me to stay in the passenger seat and close my eyes.

“You’re not planning to leave me here, are you?” I joke.

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