Love at First Night: The Billionaire's First Love-Chapter 48: I thought you ran away
>Mallory
"You should really start taking responsibility for what you’ve done."
The moment those words left his mouth, my throat went dry. It felt like someone had stuffed cotton down my windpipe, making it hard to swallow.
"W-what do you mean?" I asked. My tongue twisted itself, and my voice sounded small. His gaze was so sharp it felt like he could see straight through me. He slid a hand around my waist and tugged me closer until our bodies pressed together.
"I thought you ran away..." he breathed out. His voice was weak, almost shaky. Then he lowered his head onto my shoulder like he was exhausted. I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do with my hands, my breath—anything.
Me? Ran away?
His warm breath brushed against my neck, sending heat racing across my skin. Before I could even react, he lifted his head and pulled me back just enough to press our foreheads together. Our noses almost touched, and his eyes locked on mine with something close to panic. I could smell the faint mint on his breath.
"Can I kiss you?" he whispered.
But before I could even shape one word, his arms hooked around the back of my neck and yanked me forward, his lips crashing onto mine.
"W-wait—!" I tried to pull back, but he held me firmly, refusing to let the distance grow even an inch. "Just let me..." he murmured against my lips, brushing them with his again like he couldn’t stand a second apart.
I winced, not because it hurt but because—seriously—how do I say no to that face? He looked desperate, almost pleading.
I sighed. "Damn it, do what you wan—" I didn’t even finish. His tongue pushed past my lips, like a hungry predator. His big hands cupped my face, tilting it up so he could kiss me deeper and harder. Exploring it like there’s no time to waste.
The kiss was so rough I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My lungs strained for air, my knees turning soft as if he was sucking all the strength out of me. It was like he wanted me weak so I couldn’t shove him off.
Why is this man acting so intense today? This is bad. If I keep getting swept in, I’m going to drown.
My foot stumbled back, then another step, until my spine hit the cold concrete wall at the end of the alley. The chill ran through my thin clothes, but it still wasn’t enough to cool the heat twisting inside me.
He grabbed my wrist, lifted my arm, and pinned it above my head against the wall. Something cold and metallic slipped between my fingers, but my mind was too fogged to figure out what it was.
His other hand slid down my back, slow but sure, tracing every line like he was memorizing it. Then his fingers moved lower—down my waist, heading toward my skirt.
Nope.
I shoved him back, hard enough to break the kiss. His lips were stained with my lipstick, the smear was almost impossible to miss.
"What the hell are you thinking?!" I snapped.
"We’re outside!" I wiped my mouth, trying to calm the pounding in my chest.
Light caught on my hand. I froze. A ring—my ring—was sitting on my finger.
When did that...?
"You left it at home," he said quietly when he noticed me staring at the wedding ring.
"So you really thought I ran away just because I took off my ring?" I let out a long sigh and rubbed my temple, I felt a headache forming.
"Seriously?"
He scratched the back of his neck, looking guilty. "Yeah... and I apologize for, you know, taking you when you were drunk. You were being really sexy and provoking me, saying all kinds of things, and I wasn’t able to hold bac—"
I slapped my hand over his mouth before he could finish. My face lit up so fast it felt like someone turned on a heater under my skin.
"Stop! Just stop talking!" I hissed. "We’re two consenting adults. It was fine. You don’t have to say anything else!"
He nodded quickly, eyes wide, and I finally let go of his mouth.
"Ahem... anyway," I said, trying to calm my voice as I straightened my clothes. "I didn’t leave. I just stepped out to get some air, okay? And I’m sorry for taking off the ring. I forgot to put it back on after washing my face."
"I see," he said simply, though his eyes stayed on me like he was checking if I’d disappear again. Then he glanced toward the dark alley behind me. "Then why are you here?"
"Oh." I planted my hands on my hips. "I thought someone was following me, so I tried to catch them."
Damn it! I lost her.
"Who?" he asked, brows rising.
"My sist— I mean... your ex-fiancée."
His whole expression changed in an instant. His face darkened, jaw tightening, and his brows pulled together. The air around him felt colder.
"I’ll take care of it," he said, voice low and sharp.
"Never mind that," I said quickly, waving my hand as if that could erase the tension. "I’m not even sure I saw the right person."
Plus, I’ll deal with them myself when the time comes.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why are you here anyway?"
"Oh." He said it like it was nothing. "I was planning to go find someone to track you down."
I stared at him, my brain short-circuiting. My mouth opened... then I shut it again. What was I even supposed to say? But this whole mess was my fault to begin with, so I just accepted my loss in silence. He’s not even the most strangest person I had to deal with today.
His phone suddenly rang. The sound echoed through the alley. He took it out, glanced at the screen, and muttered, "Oh, he’s calling." Then he answered.
While he talked, I let my eyes scan the dark corners and rooftops, looking for anything—footsteps, shadows, anything that could tell me I wasn’t imagining things.
They won’t stop. I can feel it.
Fine. If you want to play that way I’ll make sure I catch you next time.
"I won’t be going," he said into the phone, his gaze locked on me the whole time. "I already found her."
I thought I heard someone curse loudly on the other end, but he hung up before it became clear. He slid the phone back into his pocket like the call didn’t matter at all.
Then he turned to me, his expression softening for the first time tonight. "Let’s go back. Our son is waiting."
My heart skipped—no, it flat-out jumped.
Our son?
