A Millionaire, His Suit, And Poor Me
A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me Chapter 9

He led me to his modern apartment while I looked around. All the supplies were the latest fashion an

"Do you like it?" He asked with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

"Uh, is that a question?" I said, raising my eyebrows. "It's really very pretty." "Thank you. More wine?"

, the only colors that decorated everything were black and white. Huge windows overlooking the New York skyline.

I nodded with a satisfied air at the idea of having more alcohol in the body, and therefore more audacity to face Henris Steve. He expertly opened a bottle, pouring a glass to each. He stared at me while I sipped a little. "Is it okay?"

"It's great. You have good taste when it comes to wine. Maybe we should invite you to Wine Wednesday joked. "Come. I'll show you around." He ordered, ignoring my comment.

I timidly took the hand offered to me, holding my glass more firmly with the other hand. He showed m

We turned the corner, running down the stairs. "I thought we were already on the top floor?"

ground floor, an open space with a lacquered kitchen, a living room and a full bar. I nodded, impressed by the bar, and he rolled his eyes at my behavior.

"No. This floor does not have an elevator to access it, for security reasons." He explained it while we were going up. Each piece was more impressive than the previous one. An office, a library, a guest bedroom, two full bathrooms. "Won't I have the privilege of seeing the master bedroom?" I asked as we walked back to the stairs, leaving the last door to the corridor closed.

"So anxious to get into bed, Noras. Please, control yourself." She gave me a smirk.

"I was not... I just wanted to see her." I stuttered, blushing with embarrassment. "It was a joke, Noras."

"Oh." I smiled at her, seeing her eyes soften. He smiles at me slightly before resuming his walk and going down the stairs. Our hands remained intertwined the whole time, mine slightly sweaty with nervousness, hers cold and soft.

He led me to the leather sofa and I sat down next to him. He leaned his elbows on his knees, looking at meintently. I returned his gaze, trying to figure out what to do with my hands, finally deciding to bring my glass to my lips, finishing the wine. This time, when Henris smiled, dimples appeared. A deep laugh escapes from his lips and he shakes his head slightly.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked, pouting.

"You are really embarrassing." He replied with a smirk.

"I am not."

"You are."

"I am not!" I insisted.

His expression became rigid. "Don't argue with me, Noras. It's really childish."

"Why are you doing this?" I replied angrily. He fixed me with an annoyed look and I managed to continue even under his oppressive gaze. Thank you, wine. "Why do you go from playfulness to meanness in half a second?"

"You go from cute to boring in half a second. This is only justice."

"Do you think I'm boring?" I blew. "Why am I here? Take me home, please."

"Did you just ignore the fact that I think you're pretty? Stay."

"You said the same thing last time, Mr. Steve. And now you're an asshole again!" I complained. He took the glass from my hands, placing it on the small black table next to his. He took me by surprise by taking my hands in his and coming up to me, staring at me angrily.

"Call me Henris. And I'm not trying to be a jerk, Noras. I want you to stay."

"I don't care what you want." I replied angrily.

He gritted his teeth, suddenly putting one of his arms around my back and the other under my knees, bringing me to his lap. I tried to move but he held my wrists still, waiting for me to calm down. I gave up and blew, giving him a bad look. "Don't be rude. And I know you want to stay. I don't understand why we are arguing."

"We are arguing because you are bad. And much too physical."

"You like it when I touch you. You have goosebumps." He whispered, sliding a hand along my leg. His eyes fixed on my pale thighs where, of course, goosebumps were visible. I silently insulted my treacherous body and moved on her legs. A cold expression returned to her face. "Are you uncomfortable?" "Can we have a normal conversation?" I complained. "Please?"

Steve stared at me emotionless in response. I returned his gaze, trying not to break contact. After a long moment, he leaned against the back of the black leather sofa, taking me with him against his chest. The smell that seemed to accompany it everywhere comforted me.

"I'm not used to this, Noras," he whi

"Sorry." I whispered shyly.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know. What do you do for fi

"I have no time for fun, Noras. I am

I closed my mouth to his comment. There was a long silence. I played w

I jokingly gave him a light blow on t muttering under my breath a "Sorry "It's okay," he sighed. "It's just that He nodded, giving me permission.

neck, moving on her legs to make myself comfortable. His huge hands:

CEO Henris again.

have fun? Really, Henris?"

et, waiting for him to answer me. His deep breaths were the only audit

1. He had an amused expression on his face. One of his curls fell on his

ig eye contact. Hesitantly, I ran my fingers through her curls, putting th