Chapter 244 The Billionaire’s Apology

Chapter 244 The Billionaire’s Apology
Jae arrived at the beautiful white house just as the evening light turned golden. She wore a short black mini leather skirt that hugged her hips and a fitted jacket over a simple top.

Her hair, cut barely ear-length, framed her face in soft layers. A butler met her at the door and escorted her through the polished halls to the dining room.

Sloane sat at the long table, a half-finished plate in front of her and a glass of deep red wine in her hand. She looked up as Jae entered, her expression unreadable at first.

"Jae. Join me," Sloane said, gesturing to the empty chair across from her. "There's enough."

Jae offered a polite smile and shook her head gently. "Thank you, but I'm fine. I'll wait until you're finished. Then I can take a quick look at the car and be out of your way."

Sloane's brow furrowed slightly. She studied the younger woman for a moment, as if trying to match this composed version of Jae with the bold girl who had once marched into her office and flirted without hesitation.

Slowly, Sloane stood, wine glass still in hand, and walked around the table. She stopped beside Jae and lowered herself onto the edge of a nearby chair, close enough that their knees almost touched.

"Why the rush?" Sloane asked, voice quieter now. "You seem eager to leave."

Jae shook her head again, keeping her expression neutral even as something tight twisted in her chest.

"It's nothing. I just need to head back to the company and finish a few things before the day ends."

The truth sat heavier than she let on. Months of waiting for a call, for any sign that Sloane ever thought about her… and when the call finally came, it was only about a car.

Sloane sighed softly and rose to her feet once more, still nursing her wine. "Come with me."

She led Jae through the house and down a private staircase that opened into a vast underground garage. Cool air and the faint scent of polished leather and engine oil filled the space. Rows of sleek, expensive cars sat under soft lighting.

"This was Oliver's idea," Sloane said as they walked.

"He insisted an underground garage was more practical… and safer. I let him design most of it."

Jae only nodded, eyes moving over the impressive fleet. She followed as Sloane guided her toward a particular black sports car parked near the center.

As they stopped beside it, Sloane's voice took on a lighter, almost casual tone. "Saint and Baby have a game coming up. I could arrange a VIP seat for you… if you're free."

Jae's pulse skipped. The invitation felt layered, careful. She sensed the subtle flirting but chose not to acknowledge it, she might be wrong.

Instead, she kept her voice even.

"That's kind of you," she said, already opening the driver's side door to begin inspecting the dashboard.

"But I've already got a VIP ticket from Baby and Saint. I'll definitely be there."

Sloane watched her for a moment longer, expression unreadable, before taking another slow sip of her wine.
Jae cleared her throat softly. "Could you unlock the car for me?"

Sloane's lips curved slightly. "It's unlocked."

Jae opened the driver's door and slid into the seat. The interior smelled faintly of new leather and expensive polish.

She ran a careful hand over the dashboard, checked the displays, tested the ignition, listened for any irregular sound.

Everything responded with perfect, quiet precision. No warning lights. No hesitation. Nothing out of place.

It was one of Oliver's newest designs. Flawless.

Jae stepped out of the car and closed the door gently. She approached Sloane, who stood with her wine glass still in hand, looking completely unbothered.

"There's nothing wrong with the car," Jae said carefully. "It's perfect."

Sloane took a slow sip of her wine. "I know. I asked you to check it for other reasons."

Jae's heart gave a hard, sudden pound. The look in Sloane's eyes was clear now—direct, unhurried, and unmistakably interested. She had never expected to see that expression directed at her.

"Why did you call me if the car was perfect?" Jae asked, her voice quieter than she intended.

Sloane stepped closer. The space between them narrowed until Jae could smell the faint scent of her perfume mixed with wine. When Sloane spoke again, her voice was low and deliberate.

"I'm not good with words..." Sloane trailed off, "An apology… for being rude the first time we met. And for taking so long to reach out to you." She said softy.

Jae's breath caught. Her mind scrambled for a response. "That's not… you can't just—" She struggled to form the sentence properly, heat rising in her chest.

"Calling someone over under false pretenses isn't how an apology works. You don't get to—"

Sloane closed the remaining distance and kissed her.
The kiss was firm and unhurried, cutting Jae's words off completely.

One of Sloane's hands settled at Jae's waist, steadying her as the older woman's mouth moved against hers with quiet confidence.
Jae froze for half a second, then melted into it, the half-finished protest dying against Sloane's lips. The garage around them faded; all that remained was the press of Sloane's body, the taste of wine, and the slow, intentional heat of the kiss.

Sloane broke the kiss just enough to speak against Jae's lips, her voice low and rough.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I would love it if you gave me a chance. I'm not the relationship type… but I hope I can learn from you."

Jae's breath trembled. Before she could answer, Sloane moved. She pressed Jae firmly back against the side of the car, the cool metal a sharp contrast to the heat between them. The wine glass slipped from Sloane's fingers and tipped over on the roof of the car, red liquid spilling unnoticed as Sloane's hands settled on Jae's waist.

"Let me apologize properly," Sloane murmured against her ear.

Then she sank to her knees.

The concrete of the underground garage was cold, but Sloane didn't seem to notice. She pushed the hem of Jae's leather skirt up, eyes dark with intent.

Jae's thighs parted almost without thought. Sloane's fingers hooked into the soaked fabric of her underwear and slid it aside, exposing her.

A soft, hungry sound left Sloane's throat before she leaned in and put her mouth on her.

She licked slowly at first—long, deliberate strokes that made Jae's hips jerk. Then she sealed her lips around her clit and sucked, tongue working in firm, wet circles.

Jae's head fell back against the car window with a quiet gasp, one hand flying down to tangle in Sloane's hair.

Sloane didn't rush. She ate her like she had all the time in the world—tongue sliding through her folds, dipping inside, then returning to her clit with steady pressure.

Every soft moan that escaped Jae only made Sloane more focused. She gripped Jae's thighs harder, holding her open as she licked and sucked with growing hunger, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet garage.

The silence that followed was heavier than the garage air.

Sloane stayed on her knees a moment longer, forehead resting lightly against Jae's thigh as both of them caught their breath.

Jae's fingers were still tangled in Sloane's hair, but the grip had loosened. Her legs trembled. The cool metal of the car pressed against her back, grounding her in a reality that suddenly felt too sharp.

Sloane rose slowly. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then reached up and carefully smoothed Jae's skirt back into place. The gesture was almost careful—almost tender.

Jae's heart was still racing, but the heat was already mixing with something heavier.

Months of waiting. Months of wondering why Sloane had never called. And now this—an apology delivered on her knees, a confession that she wasn't the relationship type, and a hope that she could "learn."
Jae's voice came out quieter than she expected.

"You don't get to do that," she said. Not angry. Just tired. Honest. "You don't get to ignore someone for months, call them over under a lie, and then… this. And then say you hope you can learn."

Sloane's expression flickered. For a second she looked scared, less composed. Then something steadier settled over her features.

She stepped closer, closing the space Jae was trying to put between them, and gently but firmly caught Jae's wrist before she could turn away.

"You're right," Sloane said, voice low and clear. "I handled it poorly. I told myself I wasn't the relationship type because it was easier than admitting I didn't know how to do this without controlling everything. But I'm not walking away from this. From you."

Jae's breath caught. She searched Sloane's face, looking for the usual distance, the careful detachment. It wasn't there.

Sloane's thumb brushed over the inside of Jae's wrist. "I have more money than I know what to do with. More power than most people will ever touch. And none of it means anything if I can't even convince the girl I like about my feelings. So if you need time, I'll give you time. If you need me to prove it every single day, I will. I'll cancel meetings. I'll rearrange my entire schedule. I'll learn whatever I have to learn. I'm not asking you to teach me out of convenience—I'm asking you to let me stay long enough to become someone worth staying for."

Jae's chest tightened. The words were direct, almost blunt, but there was no performance in them. Just quiet certainty.

"You can't just decide that," Jae whispered.

"Yes, I can," Sloane replied simply. "I'm very good at deciding what I want and then doing whatever it takes to keep it. And I want you."

She lifted Jae's hand and pressed a slow kiss to her knuckles, eyes never leaving hers.

"Stay," Sloane said. "Not because of the car. Not because of the apology. Stay because I'm not letting this end here. I'll drive you home later if you still want to leave. But right now… stay."

Jae's resistance wavered. The ache of the last few months was still there, but something warmer was beginning to push against it—something that looked a lot like hope.

She didn't pull her hand away.

Within her, she was filled with excitement and eaherness to tell Baby what had just happened, but she wasn't going to let Sloane see it yet.

Her billionaire girlfriend had to work for it, and she wasn't talking about buying expensive cars or gifts... she was talking human services.