Chapter 86 - HEIRESS'S SECOND CHANCE BILLIONAIRE

Chapter Eighty-Six “My Perfect Woman.”

Christian Kingston.

I have a few guests I needed to say hello to, so I could not leave with Isabella right away but I was at brink of losing that patience I have always prided myself in because of that woman I call mine. If she had stayed there any longer, I will be responsible and not regret whatever ends up happening right then and there.

But, I know she would not like that. So, for the sake of respecting her and staying on the good side, I needed her away from there so I can handle the issues properly. I basically rushed the hellos though, leaving the rest for when…if, we return before I excused myself—making it away before my overly excited mother gets a hold of me and have me hold a conversation with yet another person I could not care less about when I have my woman in my room, waiting for me.

Making my way up the flight of stairs, I found myself offering curt smiles to whomever I came across then, though not giving chance for anyone to strike up any conversation with me. Eventually, the noise downstairs hushed the further I go into the house—and yet again I am reminded of how grateful I was growing up to have picked the room farthest away from downstairs. Why? Because Gloria is a social person and she hosts way more of these dinners and events than I would like, and I have always hated them. I have only made myself become used to it because of how the nature of my business is.

My room door came to sight, being at the far end of the hall. I hastened my steps, one of my hands going to my neck to undo the tie around my neck, and by the time I had loosened it and yet to take it off completely, I reached the room.

Reaching my other hand, I took the door handle and pushed the door open, instantly welcomed by the warm lights of my room and that familiar fragrance that always reminds me of home, but at this moment, it was the last thing on my thought for I instantly searched around, trying to find my woman.

My brows knit as I stepped in but could not spot her anywhere. Did she go into the wrong room? No, I doubt it. The last time we were here, I brought her over to the room, wanting her to see more of me as well. And besides, while I was away, Gloria said she dropped by and took a break in my room in the meantime, so she knows the way to it certainly.

Did she stop somewhere then? Or did she run into someone that whisked her away? Is Grace behind this? Because if she is doing this to piss me off then I swear—

My thoughts were cut short when the moment I closed the door behind me, a firm hand pressed on my chest pushing me back to the door. The mob of familiar blonde hair and that beautiful face of my Isabella’s flashed right in front of my eyes before she hastily captured my lips in hers, taking the lead, with me pressed against the door while she pushed herself on me.

My eyes flicked close as I wrapped my arms around her, while hers went around to my neck. Her lips moved against mine fervently, reigniting that flame that has been running through my veins since I asked her to come up here, and I found myself switching up our position so I had her back pressed against the wall, while I took over the kiss.

My arms moved all around her body, just like hers did around my upper body. Reaching down, I hoisted a leg of hers up, hooking it around my waist while I momentarily left her lips to pepper kisses down my neck, to her shoulder blade.

“Yes, Christian…please…please…” She moaned, her voice breathless.

With one hand supporting her lower back, the other hand rested on the back of her neck, gripping it while I sucked on her sweet spot, then met her lips again. “Please what?” I whispered against her lips, between my kisses. “Do you want this Isabella?” I grinded myself against her, and a moan escaped her lips almost immediately, her grip on my shoulder tightening. “Is this what you want?” I pushed myself against her, so she could feel everything she is making me feel as well.

She nodded fervently, “Yes, please, Christian.” She moaned. “I want this, I want you.” One of her hands rested on the side of my face, as she urged me to kiss her again. Between our kisses, she whispered in a thick tone. “I want you, Christian.”

Fuck, I have waited long to hear that. This is the permission and confirmation I am waiting for, that she wants me as much as I want her as well. I didn’t need her to tell me twice, for I captured her lips again for another kiss, my hand going behind to the door to lock it—in case someone tries to come and believe me, I know someone will.

With that done, my other hand roamed around her exposed thigh, now thanks to the dress that has hiked up. As my hand grasped her thighs, I pressed my thumb on it, loving the soft skin underneath my hand. “Have I told you how fucking beautiful you looked in this dress?” I asked, pulling back as I breathed heavily, giving her a onceover. “Absofuckinglutely gorgeous, and mine.”

Isabella’s lips slanted into a sly grin, as she breathed heavily as well. “I knew you would like it,” Her grin widened, then she drew her lip between her teeth, “I have another surprise for you.”

I arched a brow. “Which is?”

Her smile turned sly, and seductive. Swiping her tongue across her lower lip, she dropped her eyes seductively, then said. “How curious are you to know?”

“So curious I would be on my knees if you want,” I breathed out earnestly.

Her grin widened, then shrugged. “That’s a fair enough offer, I will take you up on it later. But, now…” She pushed me away with one finger, and despite wanting anything but leaving her arms, I complied and took a few steps back, giving her space.

With me at arms length, Isabella then hooked a finger around the sleeve of her dress, and while keeping her eyes on me, she pushed it down. She repeated the same action with the other shoulder, dropping it as well. Then, she pushed the dress down with a simple tug, and it came pooling at her feet.

My lips parted as I took in the woman in front of me, dressed down to that fucking red lingerie that is more than anything I could possibly imagine. Too dumbfounded, I could only whisper one word.

“Perfect.” She is perfection, no doubt there. My perfect woman.