Chapter 66 Chapter 66
I pulled the carrots, celery, and everything out of the fridge. I opened the drawers until I found what I was looking for. I grabbed a peeler, a knife, and a cutting board and put them in front of him with the carrots.
He looked at the cutting board, then at me. I looked at him. “Peel the carrots, then dice them,” I said.
He picked up the carrot and was looking at it. I turned my back to him. He was looking at the carrot as if it were a foreign object to him. I began cutting the chicken. There was no small talk; we worked in silence. He finished the carrots and started on the potatoes.
The pie was in the oven, and I was standing on the balcony alone, looking out at Manhattan. I felt him before I saw him.
He stepped up beside me and handed me a glass of wine. We stood there silently drinking and staring out at the skyline. We sat and ate quietly. I left him in his office and went to bed around ten.
I woke up to knocking. I sat up immediately and almost fell off the bed. I made my way to the door and opened it. He was standing there in a suit, fuckkk. He looked hot.
“I’m heading to work; I’ll be back at four. No one is going to come here. The car’s in the garage if you want to go out; Jax is with you. Oh, you might want to do some shopping. For dinner tonight,” he said.
“Yea, sure,” I said. He was still staring at me. “What?” I asked.
“Look down,” he said, his voice low. I looked down but didn't see anything. It was just a tank top and shorts.
“I don't see what you’re…” I stopped because he was already in front of me.
“I barely restrained myself from barging in here last night and fucking you. Don’t tempt me,” he said with a growl. I didn't budge. I looked up at him and closed the distance between us. He groaned and turned around and walked away. I heard the door slam and just shook my head.
I spent the day in the streets of Manhattan with Jax beside me. I did some shopping, and then we had lunch. I forced him to sit with me and have lunch; he was stiff and awkward the entire time, which made me laugh.
I headed back to the Tower around four, and when I walked in, he was sitting in the living room with a folder. Jax dropped the bags in the guest room and left.
“I’m hungry,” he said. I turned and looked at him.
“Am I here to cook for you?” I asked, looking at him.
“As you’re here, then why not?” he asked with a smirk.
“There’s a sandwich in the kitchen. You can wait until dinner. About the dinner.” I asked.
“A cook will be here to prepare dinner before eight,” he said, handing me a file.
“What is this?” I asked, Sitting down on the sofa next to him, I felt his entire body go stiff. I stood up and moved to the other couch and read over the file. I could feel his eyes on me but didn't look at him.
After a while he walked away, and I took the file to the room. I was going to grab a shower. I was changing when I heard the door open. He was standing in the doorway with a towel around his waist, water dripping off of him.
“What the…”
He was in front of me in two strides; he grabbed my hair and crushed his lips to mine, his tongue invading my mouth. He moaned into my mouth. In seconds, my panties were off, and he was fucking me.
Kai
The minute she sat beside me, my body reacted. She moved, and I knew she felt that shit. I was staring at her. I knew she could feel my eyes on her; she always does. She was reading over the file I had made on my parents, just the basic information. I left her there and headed to my room; I needed a cold-ass shower.
I was under the shower, and the image of how she was this morning flashed through my mind. I shut the shower off and grabbed a towel. When I walked out, she was gone.
I was in my room; I had just left her room after she threw the fucking table lamp at my head for touching her. She had no problem when she was moaning and cumming.
I tried to not go back outside. The cook was here preparing dinner, Jax had informed me. I knew she would be out there, and I didn't fancy getting something else thrown at my fucking head.
I stayed as long as I could; it was almost eight when I came out of my room. The second I did, I spotted her; she was on the balcony, with a book and a glass of wine. She was wearing a white sleeveless romper; it was casual but also elegant. Her hair was open; it was longer, on her shoulder. She was wearing a single gold chain and a bracelet. No makeup. She looked beautiful.
I saw my usual housekeeper, Trisha.
“Mr. Rhyland, dinner is finished, and I will wait for your orders,” she said.
“Okay, we’re waiting for my parents to arrive.”
“Okay, sir,” she replied.
I made my way to the balcony slowly, hoping she wasn't pissed. When I stepped out, she narrowed her eyes at me. She was about to say something when Jax walked in and said my parents were on the way up. I looked at her to see if she would react, but she didn't. When my parents walked in, I saw the shift. My mother was already assessing her.
“Showtime,” I said in a whisper. I walked back into the living area. “Mom, Dad, this is Tessa Jansen. Tessa, My parents are Alina and Anthony Ryland," I said.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Rhyland,” she said. She wasn’t even trying to be sweet; that was just her normal tone. She didn’t even smile.
“Should we discuss this before we have dinner? I would feel better if we had it out of the way,” my father said.
“Sure,” I said.
I poured two glasses of wine and handed one to my mother and one to her. I poured two drinks, one for me and one for my father, and we sat down. My parents were looking at me.
“So, Zaiel hasn't said anything clearly, just that he needed my help.” Tessa said.
“Yes. “Well, in the Rhylan family there is a tradition: the eldest marries first, then the younger siblings,” my father said.
“Okay,” she replied.
“She read The File,” I said, and I saw my mother wince as if she had been slapped.
“So she’s younger?” Tessa asked, and I could see her putting it together.
“I need you to marry me,” I said. She started coughing. She put the wine glass down and looked at me.