Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 107: Need To Find Away
Chris’s POV
She fit the mold of a typical model in that she was tall, lanky, had a waist that was the width of a hand and had full lips. She went by the name Emma. She wasn’t much of a challenge for my head, and the conversation at the dinner table was boring, but I wasn’t with her tonight because of her intellect. I yearned for some kind of release, like sex or a drink. I had to find a way to get rid of the tense feeling that I had been having for some time. My only wish was to be able to think without any obstructions.
She was wearing a wine-colored dress that had an open back and a scoop neck, which revealed an excessive amount of cleavage; yet, the outfit did not expose her ass or any other important body parts. It would have grazed the knee of any other lady standing there. She cooed to me, "I’m so thrilled you’re available tonight." She looked at me with a knowing gaze, as though she already knew what she would have for dessert, and I took it as a sign that she did. I did not take pleasure in it when women behaved in this manner; yet, as I mentioned earlier, the only reason I was with her was for the sexual experiences she was able to offer me. I was unable to continue putting my life on hold for a woman who was intent on removing me from her life. I had to make a decision. If I even thought to compare her to someone like Megan, I would be put off by her and send her home if she tried to talk to me about it.
It was important to me to fulfill all of Mia’s needs and fulfill all of her wants. She was the kind of women who deserved more than just sex, wealth, and support. She was the sort of lady who warranted. Someone like her deserved to be loved, and in recent times I’d started to believe that I was the person who could give that love to her. However, if she didn’t want to spend time with me, I wasn’t going to force myself on her. If she was not interested for any other reason, I wasn’t going to expect her to share my feelings if that was the case. At first, I thought that after the Fall shoot, I wouldn’t model again, but that lifestyle is just so difficult to leave behind, you know what I mean? I was destined to do it.
When we got into the elevator together, I was feeling annoyed with Amanda, but I forced myself to smile and act as though I wanted to be with her. She had been talking about her career as a model for really close to the entirety of the evening. If she continued to talk about how brilliant she was at what she did, how qualified she was for the position, and how attractive she was in everything, I was going to have to kick her out into the street. When we arrived at the penthouse flat, there was a visitor awaiting our arrival in front of my door. Because of her brown hair and the way she was holding her hands behind her back, I immediately recognized her without even having to look at her face. When the other person turned around, Emma saw her and immediately began a careful investigation of the other person. Emma repaid the favor by treating Mia as though the cat had pulled her in by treating her as though the animal had dragged her in. It seemed as though Mia was in a bad mood. The worry and exhaustion she’d been going through had given her face wrinkles that hadn’t been there before. That is not an appropriate appearance for a woman of her age.
"Are you feeling okay?" I questioned myself as I got further away from Emma and closer to Mia.
The response she gave was, "I’m good." She was not at all like that. I shifted my focus to Emma.
"I’m so sorry, Emma. All through the night, I hadn’t been calling her sweetheart. Never while Mia is around. Ella wore a frown by saying, "I’ll have to call you a cab."
She opened her mouth in apparent surprise. "Are you going to kick me out?" That begs the question. She made a gesture at Mia.
I cautioned her, telling her, "Don’t be rude." From the information provided in the single sentence, I arrived to two conclusions. First, I could readily give up my singlehood and carefree lifestyle for Mia and not experience any regret, remorse, or internal turmoil as a result of my decision. Second, despite my best efforts to deny it, I cared about Mia a great deal more than I was willing to admit. When a model that could provide me the night of my life appeared at my door, all I could think about was taking care of Mia, the wonderful woman who was carrying my child. I had no time to think about anything else.
Emma glared at Mia in a scornful manner before turning her back and storming away from the room. She stepped into the elevator as soon as the doors opened, and when she glanced around, the expression on her face indicated that she was justifiably outraged.
Mia expressed remorse for interrupting your evening’s plans. "I had no idea you were seeing someone," was what she said to me.
I shook my head in response. "Don’t feel awful. What exactly is wrong?"
When she saw that her eyes were beginning to well up with tears, she pressed her thumb and forefinger against her eyelids in an effort to halt the flow of tears. Even though she was nine months pregnant, clad only in pants and a t-shirt, and barefaced, she was without a doubt the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on.
Upstate, close to where I went to school, is where I found all of my friends, which was fortunate for me because I had nowhere else to go. We got into an argument, and as a result, he is quite upset with me right now.
As I got closer to her, I made sure to move slowly and cautiously so as not to shock her. When I was finally close enough, she leaned into me, and I immediately wrapped my arms around her. We were able to get through that obstacle of resentment and sadness in the end. We remained there for a very long time clinging to one another before I finally broke apart our embrace and moved away. My front door was unlocked, and I activated the lights in the room.
After taking a moment to take in her surroundings, she remarked, "Your flat is amazing." It was a bachelor pad, despite the fact that it was quite gorgeous. Because everything was so expensive and brand new, it gave the impression that no one ever lived there. It was not the kind of environment in which children should be brought up. I thought better of the suggestion. A thought like that is inconceivable to me.
"Do you wish to talk about it further?" I queried. After giving a slight nod, Mia proceeded to sit down on one of the white leather couches. Instead of selecting a different seat, I decided to take the one next to her so that I could pay attention to what she had to say. She told me about the dispute, the lost money as a result of having to proceed cautiously, and her father’s insistence that she take care of herself because she had made a mistake in judgment. She had made a mistake in judgment. I made an effort to maintain my objectivity and reassure her that he was merely concerned about what she was going through because of his fear. It wasn’t clear to me whether or not she shared my viewpoint.
To put it another way, we need to be patient. I am well aware of how challenging it is, but perhaps the fact that you are already troubled and angry makes it appear much more so.
As she once more leaned in to nestle her face in the crook of my neck, she gave me a nod. Because her face was so close to mine, I was hyperaware of everything about her, including her lips, her fragrance, and everything else about her. It was she who leaned her head toward me and kissed me on the cheek. This was merely a sensory experience; it was nothing like it had been in the past. I made an effort to thrust my tongue into her mouth, but I soon exercised self-control and withdrew my tongue. I wouldn’t put her through it at this point in time. This is not going to work out.
I invited him to spend the night by telling him, "I’ll make the guest room ready for you, and you’re welcome to stay the night." She gave a slight nod while dabbing her cheeks with a tissue. I was unaware of her state of mind at being left behind. If she did, it wasn’t obvious to anyone else.
I’m grateful.
