Dating Mr. CEO - Chapter 25: Chapter 25

FAY
My fingers found it's way to his hair, pulling him closer to me, his palm moved to cup my face in his hands as we both deepened the kiss at the same damn time, almost like we had played this scene out in our head a thousand times.
The feeling that came with the kiss was what kept us going, unconsciously rising to our knees on the bed, I pressed my body to his, letting my drunken mind take over.
He was intoxicating, his scent, the way he kissed me, the way he held me, it was addicting, I didn't want it to stop. How could I possibly want him to stop?
We broke apart but our faces were still close to each other, as we catched our breaths.
He had this confused look on his brows, almost like he was seeing something different, almost like he was liking what he saw. But at the same time, confused.
He looked like he was going through a debate in his head. Almost like he was scared of me... No... Scared of what he felt when he kissed me.
Did he feel the same way I felt? Was it scaring him like it scared me?
What next?
Before my mind could think of where my heart was telling my hands to go, I found hands going under his shirt, moving upward to his well sculptured torso, untill I eventually raised his shirt above his head, and surprisingly, he allowed me.
Why I did that, I had no idea. Did it have to do with my suddenly heavy heart and bothered body, or my curiosity.
He never allowed me touch him. But now, he allowed my fingers trace the line of his abs in curiosity.
I looked up at him, at his dark eyes, now filled with a look I was so unfamiliar with.
His look propelled me into unbuttoning my shirt.
"You don't have to." His voice was a little husky. Of course he felt the same way I felt, otherwise, he wouldn't sound like this.
"I know, but I want to." I heard myself say.
I should stop myself from doing this, I should stop us from doing what we were considering, but it felt so right, it felt like we were meant to do it now.
I took off my shirt, leaving me with just my bra. I knew he had seen me in just my underwear before, but it had never been in a personal situation.
"You know we shouldn't, not in this state, not so soon. It'd ruin everything." He said, retreating.
But before he could fully back away, I kissed him, biting his lower lip. His groan made me gear up, deepening the kiss, I felt his tongue begging for entrance and I let him, moaning when his tongue met mine.
I felt the jolt in my heart. This make out session was a clear fact that we were both physically attracted to each other, but was it just physical? Why did I feel every kiss hit a core spot in my heart, I could feel the heat connecting with every single vein in my body.
I felt his hand roam down to the small of my back, pulling me close to him as if he couldn't get enough of me.
I was getting in and out of my senses now, my body was begging me to let it take control of itself; and I knew I was going to let it.
We broke apart again, this time, we stared right into each other's eyes, almost as if we were both seeking permission.
He tucked my hair behind my ears. "Baby steps." He said.
I could tell that he was affected by this as much as I was.
"I really do want us to work things out, Fay. I know you don't trust me and I know you'd probably forget this by tomorrow morning. I really do like you, and I want to put in efforts, I know it seems as if I have something planned, but I really want you to give me the benefit of the doubt. Please."
"You won't hurt me?" My voice came out in a quiet whisper.
"I won't." He said.
"Promise?" I asked him, unable to believe that I was giving him the go ahead.
"I promise." He replied.
"Okay."
"Okay you're ready or okay-"
"Okay, I'm ready."
He smiled, almost as of a huge bag of load had been lifted off his shoulders.
I hope I wasn't making a mistake. I hope I wasn't digging a bigger pit for myself.
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The car ride back home was a quiet but comfortable one, Elroy looked relaxed and so did I, we had nursed our stupid hangovers earlier today with relaxation pills and Ice, we had our breakfast delivered to us in the motel, fell into a comfortable conversation about the merge program, we didn't go into any sort of argument, neither did we act weird about last night.
We just didn't talk about it.
We didn't go as far as to have sex but we shared kisses and cuddled, we acted like normal couples. The drink made it possible though.
But still he wasn't as cold as he used to be in the morning, he was only quiet, probably thinking, probably reconsidering the promises he made to me.
Drunken promises.
But I believed him. I believed him when he said he liked me. But I didn't know what he meant by that.
I looked over at his direction. He looked relaxed, eyes pinned to the road, fingers slightly drumming on his staring wheel, hair a little bit messy. He looked good, smelled good.
I like you.
Does he really? Did he really mean it, or was he just trying to tell me that he liked me as a person? Was he even close to liking me emotionally? Could that be the reason why he refused me last night? Was he still trying to reinvent himself or was it going to ruin his plans?
It'd ruin everything. He had said.
What did he even mean by that?
I noticed his brows come together, and before I could turn, he stole a glance at my direction, locking eyes with mine briefly.
"What?" He asked, turning back to the road.
He had felt me staring.
"I was only thinking." I said, looking away.
"About?" He asked.
This wasn't the man I knew... No... Elroy would never care to ask what you were thinking about or what was wrong with you, he'd just ignore your situation like it wasn't his business or like he didn't have time to think about your issue or listen to you talk.
"Last night." I said, turning to glance at him, and noticed him tense up for a second, then he sighed, getting back to his normal mood.
"What about last night?" He asked again.
"Everything. I'm just- I just want to know if you-"
"If I meant what I said?" He asked, filling in for me.
"Yeah." I answered.
He glanced at me, then a playful smile appeared on his lips. "I did, Fay. I made a promise to you and I'm intent on fulfilling it. Okay?"
"Okay." I muttered.
"I only need one thing from you, though." He spoke up after some seconds.
I raised a brow. "What is it?"
"I'm not so good at this, so if I make a mistake or say something I'm not supposed to, can you at least let me know? Or if you feel hurt by my future actions and the likes, I need you to let me Know, okay?"
Something tugged at my stomach, making me gasp silently. The feeling shot straight into my heart like a bullet hitting it's target, causing my poor heart to pick up an extraordinary pace.
Something about the way he said it, the way he asked this of me, reached deep into my heart, digging a few inches into my soul.
"Okay." I managed to let out.
He smiled again, glancing towards my direction.  "Thank you." He said.
He focused on his driving again. Leaving me with an unsteady heart.
"What are your plans for today?" I asked him, a question I never once saw the need to ask. Cause I knew what I'd get as an answer. His awfully cold silence.
"I've got a meeting with Tai Lee Dun. Regarding the merge program," he took a quick glance at the time displayed on his car. "In about 30 minutes from now."
"30 minutes? We're not even close to the house."
"I'm not in a hurry. He can wait." He answered. "How about you? Any plans?"
"Yeah... I have an appointment at Sparks."
He was taken aback by that? "I don't remember giving you an appointment."
"Oh, it's with Lucas. It's a personal portfolio shoot. I'm helping him out." I said.
"Hm." Was his response. Then he concentrated fully on his driving, not asking any further questions.
I couldn't tell what he was thinking. His face didn't show any emotion, he just had that blank look on... That intimidating blank look that made me want to watch whatever I said to him.
My phone rang out, the normal iPhone ringtone, and there in the screen was Lucas's name, displayed boldly.
Elroy glanced at me, my phone screen, then back to me, as if daring me to pick up the phone.
I shrugged it off, picking up the call.