Chapter 72 Rooftop
CHAPTER 72 Rooftop
LAWRENCE PARKED HIS car at the famous hotel. He gave the valet the key to his car and then helped me get out of it.
My jaw dropped open as I wandered around the lobby. This is actually my dream hotel. I used to dream of getting in here when I was a child. The beauty and quality of the place are really different. It was Mediterranean-inspired, from the terra-cotta roofing to the white tile floor. Its size is also not a joke.
“Good evening, Mr. President!” The one who’s wearing a uniform greeted him.
Suddenly I looked at Lawrence with amazement in my eyes. “This . . . is yours?!”
He looked at me over his shoulder and smiled broadly.
“Gosh!” I just patted my forehead because of stupidity.
“I’m one of the stockholders of this company. Actually, I owned fifty percent share of this company,” he said casually.
With his posture and kind of smile, I can say that he did not brag about what he was saying. Even then, he did not make me proud of what he had.
I bit down my lower lip. Once again, the conversation I had with his father came to my mind. Maybe he was right. I was not the right woman for Lawrence. He deserves a much better woman.
In fact, we have less than half of their wealth. We only have a few hotels; some of them have not yet entered the trending market.
I was stuck in deep thought when I felt his warm palm on me. He slowly entwined our fingers and caressed them gently.
“Let’s go.”
I was still speechless even though we were already on the elevator. I’m too preoccupied with my worries, so I didn’t notice that we were going to the 50th floor.
I trembled with the caress of his hand over my waist when he pulled me closer to him. We were still in the elevator alone.
“What you were thinking, huh?” he said under his breath.
He placed his chin over my head, then pulled me closer to him. He just needs to carry me because he hugs me.
My pulse quickened. I could not speak immediately. Because I was just thinking about what I was going to excuse myself for. My chest was pounding.
He knows when I am telling the truth and when I am not. Luckily he mentioned my previous meeting.
“Where are we going?” I thought we’re having dinner here, but it looks like he wants to go somewhere.
“Why are you even asking when you aren’t answered mine?” he said with mixed emphasis before bowing and catching my gaze.
I swallowed. When else has he been critical of my actions?
“It’s nothing. I was just starving . . .” I trailed off.
“Hmm, I’m hungry too,” he whispered. Because we were so close to each other, I could almost smell his hot breath hitting my cheek.
I bent down and tried to hide the redness on my face. Damn it! Is he seducing me? Really, right inside the elevator?!
I was pinned when his lips touched my cheek. He didn’t move his hand on me, but it was even tighter, as if he wanted to crush my bones.
Due to the rush of emotions, I could not help but sigh. His fingers were already roving my body. Since all I was wearing was a blouse and a pencil skirt, he could easily slip it up.
He knew what he’s looking for. I swallowed as he ran his hand over my clit, and I groaned as the pleasure takes me.
I could do nothing but hold on to his arm tightly and lean on his broad shoulder.
There he took the opportunity to pull my cheek. And he kissed me hungrily. I moan into his mouth, and he groans in response.
I was unable to respond to his kisses for fear we would both lose ourselves. But his scent was so addictive. His touch made me lose myself in control. I could feel his mouth stretching wider my lips, and his silky tongue stroke mine.
And then, his phone rang. He stopped for a moment. And an expletives word came up to his mouth.
My breathing hastened. I still can’t get up with the kiss we shared, especially since we remain in that position. His arm wrapped firmly, possessively around my waist.
“I’m really sorry. I have to take this,” he said through clenched teeth.
He slid his phone out of his pocket and answered the call.
“What? Damn it! You should have told me. We are close,” he said in a rumbling voice.
When he dropped the call, the door opened at the same time. We were already on the 50th floor.
“Let’s continue this later,” he said in a restrained voice.
I just bit my lower lip at what I heard. I’m already wet down there. What if we continue it later?
I shook my head and scolded myself for the dirty mind.
We used a staircase to reach the rooftop. And when he opened the door for me, my jaw dropped in amazement to see the greenhouse full of different kinds of flowers and plants.
“Lawrence, this is so amazing!” I exclaimed.
He grabbed my hand once more. My fingers were gently pressed against his. We entered the greenhouse. Despite the darkness of the surroundings, the different colors of flowers were reflected.
“This is so beautiful!” I looked at him and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Lawrence!”
“Anything for you.” He stroked my hair and kissed the trunk of my hair.
I feel light in my chest because of this. He made this night even more special for the two of us.
But I was separated from him when I heard loud laughter. I frowned when I looked up at Lawrence, and his face turned into a grimace.
“Carrick and the gang are here,” he said with a frown.
“What?!” I asked with astonishment.
Because of what he said, I quickly left the greenhouse to turn around, where I could see the full-size swimming pool and a bungalow-style house there.
“Margaux!” Julia called me while soaking in the swimming pool.
“Hi!” I waved back and looked at Santino and Jeremy facing the grill while Jocko and Carrick were drinking at the nearby table.
“Carrick didn’t tell me he was coming here too.” Lawrence shook his head. “I thought this dinner would going to be intimate for both of us.”
I couldn’t help but smile as his eyebrows met even more as he stared at Carrick’s group.
“It’s okay. They’re happy to be with anyway.”
Since it looks like he has no intention of approaching Carrick yet, I pulled his hand closer to them.
“Margaux, you’re here?” Cindy’s voice was shocked when she came out of the house with Samantha.
My lips pursed a bit. The two of them were just wearing bikinis that seemed ready to hit.
I only give them a nod, then Lawrence was pulled to sit at Carrick’s table.
“I’m sorry, bro, you didn’t tell me you were coming here right now.”
“Forget it! Just give us something to eat.” Lawrence’s melody here still can’t paint the face.
“Right away!” He stood up and walked away from us. Later, someone was talking to him on his cellphone.
