<
His lips moved against mine, and I could feel
the dampness of his skin as the heat built up.
Finally, Ben pulled back, his long arm
reaching for the nightstand drawer, his brow
furrowing.
“Where are they?”
“Sorry…forgot to buy them.” I admitted.
He stared at me, then settled back, a hint of
amusement in his voice, “It’s fine, I’ll grab a
box after work tomorrow.”
A box….
Shouldn’t have hidden them.
“Okay, that’s…great,” I mumbled.
<
“You’re welcome.”
The next morning, the other side of the bed
was already empty. A quick glance at my
phone and it was already noon. And there he
was again, all over the news.
Ben, CEO of Ben Holdings, was seen
attending Chloe’s homecoming performance.
The internet quickly connected the dots and
confirmed he was the guy in the car from the
night before. And, after some digging, they
realized that Ben was sporting a hickey under
that turtleneck of his. Chloe’s lip also looked
a little swollen. It was clear as day what had
gone on.
Then came the old rumors about Ben almost
giving up his claim to the company for Chloe,
but she turned him down because she didn’t
