After calming Yasmine down, I returned to Nicholas‘ office. As soon as I stepped through the door, he grabbed me by the waist and pinned me against the heavy door.
“Mrs. Hawk, you’re truly generous. So many people spend their whole lives chasing after wealth like this, and you just give it away to
others.”
I gently stroked the fingers gripping my waist to soothe him. As he gradually relaxed his grip, I turned in his arms to face him.
“Honey, how many good friends can one have in a lifetime?” I lightly wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek against his chest. “In my 26 years, I’ve only had two.”
Yasmine was one, and Deena was the other, though I hadn’t seen her in a long time since she’d been studying abroad.
“And what about me?” He cupped my chin and leaned down to kiss me, his words muffled against my lips. “When will Mrs. Hawk be as generous with me too?”
Was this jealousy? I quickly dismissed the thought. Nicholas was only upset because, for a moment, he felt that the woman he owned didn’t completely belong to him.
It was no big deal if it was a woman. But if it had been a man, the consequences would have been unimaginable. After all, how could someone without feelings be jealous?
However, when I heard his words, I admitted I was momentarily.
shocked
He was the only son of the Hawk family. He had received the best.
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education from a young age and took over the Hawk Corporation as soon as he became an adult.
He was the one who possessed the wealth and status that countless people spent their entire lives chasing after.
is to him.
I wasn’t sure in what other ways I could be more gene
“What I have was all given by you,” replied cautiously, adding a touch of flattery.
He seemed pleased by this, and his kisses became much gentler, his movements soft and gentlemanly.
“I remember that you used to be so happy when I gave you a gift. You’d stay close to me and say you loved me. Why don’t you say it anymore?”
His lips parted from mine, but a thin, transparent thread still connected us. I trembled, feeling like a clown exposed for my past, the embarrassment in my heart overwhelming.
I understood what he meant. He was probably implying that if I wanted to give away the company that he gave me, he should at least get a little reward. He was indirectly telling me that I wasn’t showing him enough gratitude.
I gazed deeply into his eyes, trying to discern whether he was sincere or merely pretending as he spoke.
I felt disconnected, even as his heated hand slipped beneath the hem of my blouse. No matter how he tried to touch me, I couldn’t. bring myself to respond or feel any desire.
How could a man who didn’t have love in his heart so easily expect a woman to pour her emotions into him?
I had loved him once, but he gave me nothing in return. Instead, he left me ruined, stripping me of the ability to feel lov er again.
He noticed my lack of response and seemed to accept that I was no longer hung up on that word.
He must have realized it too–that our relationship had become more about the push and pull of interests as compared to the past. I liked his money, and he liked my body.
He pulled me down onto the sofa, while he stood in front of me, forcing me to face his urgency and longing.
My face grew warm, and I instinctively turned away. With a hint of frustration, he leaned closer to me, refusing to let it go.
“You left such a huge mark on my neck last night. I thought about your little mouth all night and couldn’t even sleep. Today, you better show me exactly how you managed to do that.”
I looked up, and his eyes were bright, but my words dimmed them instantly, draining most of the energy from his body.
“You couldn’t sleep all night–not because you were soothing Claudia?
