Chapter 14 HAVE MY WAY

Staring at his luscious lips was making it very difficult for me to resist moving forward and devouring him. Even though he was right on top of me and his face was so close to mine that our noses were separating our lips. But despite the physical closeness, some resistance from his end stopped me from taking the lead.

He was also looking at me with his eyes fixed on mine, and his body wasn’t moving at all. In the time that I was thinking about the way that I should react, not wanting to spoil anything between us, he straightened his body to fall down on the bed on his back. It gave me space to get up and get out of being that near to him because it would have been very risky, so that is what I did.

I was thirsty, so I went to drink water which was in the refrigerator that was on the other side of the room, and by the time that I came back, Charles had already slept in bed lying the way that he was. Instead of putting his feet on the bed, he left them hanging. I stayed standing for a little while to picture this moment in my mind because the way that he had slept, it was very cute.

Standing like a statue to admire him got a little creepy after a while, so I looked around to figure out what next I could do. I was also sleepy, but sharing the bed with him by sleeping on the same bed that he was sleeping in didn’t feel right to me considering the bond we shared. Had he wanted anything more out of me, he would have kissed me, especially after seeing how desperate I was for him to do that. But he didn't, and I had to respect it.

Being sleepy, I looked around to see if I could sleep somewhere in the same room somehow. I saw a very comfortable chair, but I would have to sleep in a sitting position, and I wanted to lie down. Because I had never gone into his room, I didn’t feel confident about stepping in there without his permission for the first time.

Thinking about that situation reminded me that I hadn’t seen his room at all until some time later. I didn’t even realize it when I was staying with him then that it had been two months, and I hadn’t gone inside his room. Neither did he ever take me there, nor did I ever get in there.

Staying in such a big house made it very difficult for me to visit every nook and cranny of the big mansion. I cared about my room only and very rarely about some of the other places where Charles and I would hang out like the dining room, living room, and the garden outside.

Unable to think of what to do, I sat on the very comfortable upholstered chair in the room to sit for as long as I could and wait for him to wake up and go to his room. Even while I was sitting away from him, I was looking at him and admired the way that he was sleeping.

It felt very nice to me to have such a big businessman being so comfortable around me. Sleeping is the most vulnerable thing that any person can do, and sleeping with someone in the room definitely is on another level only because it shows your trust in the other one. That is a state when you can be attacked in any way, but because you know that you won’t be attacked, that is the way which shows your trust.

Maybe it was all only in my head because maybe he had slept because he was drunk, or it could also be that he passed out when he didn’t actually mean to sleep. I have always been building scenarios in my mind that float my boat, but this time I had to be logical and practical because staying with a billionaire was the biggest deal, and in no way did I ever want to spoil anything with him.

Not realizing the time that I went to sleep in broad daylight right on the chair, I woke up in bed, and that was very surprising. I looked at the other side where Charles had slept and didn’t find him there. I started to think if all that really happened, or if I was drinking with him and had fallen on the bed with him in my dream.

Immediately I checked my phone to see the time, and it was early evening, which at least assured me that the whole day hadn’t passed. Wondering if Charles must have put me in bed and also about how he must have done that, a small smile captures my face. I wanted to meet him as quickly as I could, so I instantly left the bed and went to the restroom straight away to fix my hair and face.

Once I was done with all that jazz, I walked outside my room and climbed down the stairs to find Charles smoking his favorite Cuban cigar and drinking whisky while watching one of his favorite movies on the big screen pulled down in the living room.

Seeing him holding a glass of whisky, I was confused on how to talk to him about why he had been drinking so much. Had it been some work-related problem, I knew it wouldn’t have made him drink that much. With how much I knew him, I could easily take a chance to guess that he had been having some emotional problems.

Because he didn’t share much with me and wasn’t comfortable talking to anyone about his emotions, I stood there putting my mind to work on how I should approach him. It felt important for me to talk to him as he had always done the same with me.

Gathering courage, I walked up to the couch that he was sitting on in the living room while I was making up my mind to ask him directly about what had been bothering him. But as soon as he saw me walking towards him, I was surprised when he said, “Olive, come sit with me. I need to talk to you about something.”