Chapter 37

It was twelve already but Weston wasn't back yet. Jigyasa was anxious and curious. Sitting on one of the well-furnished sofas in Weston's spacious luxurious living room, the large TV was on but she just couldn't focus.

After he'd finished dealing with Bradley in the morning he'd returned home to freshen up and change up his clothes. The meeting he left for was urgent and Jigyasa had been at home since then.

She sighed, feeling restless. He was pretty much mad today and she wondered how he was doing. She'd been trying to reach him but it just wasn't connecting. Oh damn!

In one of his short-sleeve shirts that was just above her knees, she got out of the living room and stood outside the mansion, gazing expectantly around the glamorous illuminated environment. She was still calling his number but it wasn't connecting.

She heaved a sigh, placing one hand on her forehead. She was about to step into the living room when he drove in with his escorts in different cars blazing their headlights and a smile pulled her lips. Oh, God. She heaved a sigh of relief. They drove straight to the garage and she waited patiently for him.

Watching how bouncy and sexy he looked, he was approaching her with that boyish swagger walking manner…and she couldn't help but admire him. He was so tall and ripped. With his hair framing his face, he looked so hot and sexy in his corporate shirt, pants, and shoes. His suit was hung on his left lower arm. Once he lifted his gaze and saw her, he smiled sweetly and her heart leaped for joy as she smiled back.

She was gonna run into his arms right now…but no, she stood still, her whole body yearning for him.

"Diamond," He said softly as he reached her. "Oh, my love." He hugged her warmly and kissed her for a while. Although he was a little bit worn out and sweaty, he still smelled nice. The strong scent of his cologne was wafting into her nostrils.

"Have you been standing here waiting for me?" Gazing down tenderly at her, his voice was so soft.

"Yeah," She said.

"Aww, baby," His right arm tightened around her and he pressed a kiss on her forehead. "I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting, okay? I know you've been worried."

"Lemme help you with your suit," She said and took his suit.

As they were about to get into the living room, he lifted her into his arms and she gasped in astonishment. She didn't see that coming. He was kissing her hard and didn't let her speak. They kept kissing until they got to the stairs.

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Holding her with one arm as she wrapped her arms around his neck, he opened the door with the other hand and kicked it shut. He wanted to keep her on the bed but she refused to get down.

"What are you doing, baby?" He laughed, gazing down at her sexy face. "What the hell." He was still carrying her. He kissed her for a while and took her to the crotch on which she hung his suit and then they continued kissing, lingering their tongues in each other's mouth.

Regardless of how long he'd been carrying her in his arms he never showed a sign of pain. Man! This dude was so powerful. "Aren't you tired already?" She mumbled under his lips against hers.

"Tired of what?" His lips were on hers.

"Tired of holding me for this long?" She said,

"Why would I be tired of holding my little princess?" He was smiling down at her.

"I'm ain't that little," She said.

"Yes, you are just so you know," He said, pressing kisses on her soft juicy lips. "You're so tiny."

"I'm not!" She frowned at him and he smiled. She was in the arms of a ferocious guy. A guy that could rip anybody's face off in split seconds. A guy that can get furious and wild at die minutes. She thought, gazing up at him. The memory of how brutal and enraged he was this morning was recasting in her head.

He was gazing intensely at her too. As her body began to tremble slightly, she rested her head on his shoulder and he stroked her back.

"Feeling sleepy?" He arranged her hair and went to sit on the bed with her on his lap. "Sorry, I kept you waiting, my love. Have you eaten?"

Resting her head on his broad shoulder, she said, "Yeah."

"What did you eat?" He asked softly.

"I just had some of the ice cream cake you bought for me and some tea. After waiting for so long I had to eat 'cause it was getting pretty late."

"Oh comm'n, it's okay, diamond," He kissed her. "It's okay, my love. You don't have to explain anything to me, okay? It's your home and I want you to feel free. You don't need my permission to do whatever you wish, okay?" He kissed her again. "If you need anything, just lemme know. I'm here for you, my love." He rubbed her back.

"And if anybody fucks with you anywhere at all," He continued. "Just tell me the son of a bitch, I'll find him and take care of him. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," She said.

"I'm sure Bradford Bradley would learn his fuckin lesson if he survives me." His voice was laced with seriousness and his hand clenched in a fist. He was still mad about what happened. "How dare he?!" He grumbled. "I swear the fuck I'm gonna mess him up for real!"

She gazed up upon him at how he trembled in anger. His eyes were fierce and blazing.

He heaved a sigh and looked down at her. As she attempted to look away from him, he gently held her tiny jaw. He pressed kisses on her lips and stroked her back.

She was still stunned by his reaction at Bradley's office. She can't believe she is in his arms right now. She'd been wondering how things would go.