HER HEARTLESS MONSTER : CHAPTER 161 – 170
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Twilight woke up some minutes ago, but the feel of the soft bed against her skin made her keep lying down under the duvet.
Gawd…she really really needs to start sleeping here always. The bed is so warm and cozy.
Her hands are free too.
Wicked Mr. President released her since daybreak.
She was about to change her position when she was suddenly carried from the bed, and her eyes flew open.
She found herself in Slade’s arms, and she moaned softly as he carried her to the bathroom.
She hid her face on his chest.
Thankfully, her heart race from last night decreased.
Slade dropped her when they got to the bathroom, and he pulled off the sweater on her body, proceeding to carry her into the bathtub.
He washed her hair surprisingly, and she ended up sleeping off cos damn…his hands are so fuçking warm on her scalp.
Her eyes opened again when he began bathing her, running the soft sponge on her body.
“Good morning, Mr. President” she whispered.
He didn’t reply.
“Good morning, Kils” she whispered again, poking his chest.
“Stay quiet” he replied.
“But I can’t…” She pulled his shirt teasingly, and he immediately got serious, joining her in the tub despite his clothes.
He widened her legs and hung them on the tub walls, then he wrapped his palm on her throat, pushing her to the edge.
“Unless you wanna get ruined like this till your blood fills this tub up, stop teasing me, it won’t end well” he said, and fûck!
He was right, scary things turn her on cos she felt a new nerve run down her belly immediately, but she blinked it off.
“Don’t take it personal” she muttered.
He slowly let go of her, and she borrowed composure for herself till he was done with the bathing.
When his hand went down there to rinse her middle, she almost thought he’d do it, but he knowingly didn’t.
He left her shaky, then he brought her out of the tub, taking her back to the room.
Surprisingly again, her clothes were already waiting for her.
It’s a white crop top and a covering fur coat on micro jean skirt and pop socks plus the chain boots, even her backpack is ready.
He must have gotten everything from her room when she was asleep.
Her heart began racing again, and she tried so hard to control it this time as she creamed before dressing up.
Everything took roughly thirty minutes, and she carried her backpack.
He gave her a black card from his wallet, then he took his time to teach her how to use a bank card from his phone.
“I’ll spend well” she said
“Zero fûcks, spend however you want” he replied flatly.
“Can I come meet you at your office after classes today?” She asked, taking his hand like her habit.
“Won’t be available in the office. There’s a meeting with the sponsors” he replied.
“Then I’ll see you at night” she said.
He replied with a simple nod, and before he knew it, she stood on her goes and kissed his throat, rushing out of the room afterwards.
Slade was smirking with a mix of a light smile as he got his phone, dialling Uriel.
“Yes boss?” Uriel answered.
“Spill”
“No leads. Dead end” Uriel replied.
Slade sighed. He half-expected it.
“But there’s a bigger issue” Uriel said.
“If it’s Lorraine’s death, no need” Slade sat on the bed edge.
“Isobel… I think Aimee brought her back somehow” Uriel replied.
Slade’s lashes stretched.
HER HEARTLESS MONSTER : CHAPTER 161 – 170
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