REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 61 – 70

REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 61 – 70

CHAPTER 67 & 68

The next morning, Kracus sat hunched over his desk in his home office, surrounded by a mountain of paperwork that towered over him like a monolithic monument. The air was thick with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and he took a sip from the steaming mug beside him as he sifted through the files.

Despite the caffeine coursing through his veins, Kracus felt a persistent sense of fatigue weighing him down. His mind had been restless all night, haunted by the memory of Tesiera’s kiss. He never expected kissing her to feel that good. Her lips, soft and warm against his own, had left him longing for more. He couldn’t help but recall how her fiery red hair cascaded down her back, and how her curvaceous figure had felt pressed against his own.

With a shake of his head, Kracus pushed the memory away. He set aside the files he needed for the hospital and those he needed to send to the company. His fingers moved quickly, scanning each document and sorting them into neat piles. In the silence of his office, the only sounds were the rustling of paper and the occasional beep of his computer.

A soft knock came at his door, interrupting the silence. Kracus paused in the middle of turning a page and gazed at the door, “Come in.”

The door opened, and Tesiera strode in, looking as stunning as ever in her usual attire. She wore a black form-fitting sleeveless leather top and pants that hugged her curves, ending in high-heeled black leather boots that clicked softly on the floor as she walked toward him. Her fiery red hair was pulled into a high, tight ponytail, held in place by a few black hairpins. Kracus couldn’t help but appreciate how her outfit highlighted her stunning figure, causing a ripple of desire to course through him.

He wanted nothing more than to bend her over his table, rip her panties off and fuck her in that attire.

His first instinct was to ask her how she was feeling, but he hesitated as he noticed the expression on her face. She looked as composed as ever, with a blank expression that betrayed nothing of her thoughts or emotions.

“I wanna apologize for the night before,” she announced.

“I think you already did that, last night.”

“I wanna do it again. I promise that it won’t happen again.” She stated with conviction.

He couldn’t help but ask, “How are you feeling this morning?”

“I’m okay, sir.” She saw the small bruises on his face, probably from their fight, “I’m sorry about the bruises.”

“It’s nothing,” he brushed it off with a wave of his hand.

Since when does she call him ‘sir’? Kracus surveyed her carefully and her eyes rose to meet his challengingly. It was obvious that she wanted that professional ground between them undented. So, they are gonna pretend that kiss never happened, huh?

He got the message loud and clear.

Kracus pushed his disappointment away. “Where is Bose and Clinton?” he asked in a neutral voice.

“I’ve not seen them this morning but Yates said they are with Maintenance in the surveillance room.”

“Good. Tell them to be ready; we leave in the next thirty minutes.” If he hasn’t witnessed it first hand, he would never associate this woman here with the one he’d seen the night before. The woman who’d crawled into his arms for protection and held on tight while crying her eyes out.

“I’ll do that, sir.” she responded. “About the part of our contract that said I can’t take other missions while working for you, I’d like to have it readjusted. There’s something I need to take care of.”

He regarded her carefully, “You know, I was skeptical in your sincerity when you proposed to work for me, which was why I made those demands. But after weeks of having you hear, I will tell you the truth. I don’t hold anything against you, Tesiera. Not on that day you walked into my office at the hospital, and not today. You can do whatever you need to do. Take missions you need to handle. You’ve more than paid for what happened when you took a bullet for me in that hospital’s parking garage. You can leave my employment at anytime if you wish, that’s okay.”

It was her turn to regard him. Her eyes pierced through him, and he could see the wheels in her head turning in the silence that followed.

After a while, she gave a small nod, “I appreciate your understanding, sir. Is there anything else you need me to do?

Kracus gritted his teeth. He hated that ‘sir’ as much as he hated her cold demeanor. “Nothing. That’ll be all,” He said calmly.

Tesiera inclined her head and made her way to the door, ready to leave the room. She was just about to step out when Kracus spoke up again.

“Have you thought of going to therapy?” His voice was kind and gentle.

The silence that followed was deafening. Tesiera turned her body around to face him, “I don’t care enough for one.”

“It might help.” He suggested gently, “What I saw the night before,” his head shook, “You need help, Tesiera.”

“I’m fine.” She stated curtly, “I can take care of myself, sir. And like I said before, I’ll make sure what happened the night before would never happen again.”

Outside the door of his office, Tesiera headed for the surveillance room. She wouldn’t subject her mind to be poked and probed by some stranger with glasses perked under her nose. Only those who had a will to live, who fought to live and loved their life so much that they don’t wanna lose it, got therapy to repair themselves.

She was none of those people. She doesn’t care about therapy because it’ll just be a waste of her time. She had no intention of living a long life. Not that she would go looking for death—not yet, anyway—but she wouldn’t run from it if it found her.

She’d made appointments early this morning with Big Cat’s doctor to get a pack of those pills that helped her sleep well at night because she was determined that last night would never happen again.

That kiss…

It was all she could do not to jump him in that office, seeing him look so fucking handsome in that tailored suit.

In the light of the day she wondered if it had really felt that good or it was just her drowsy mind playing tricks on her. The latter made more sense because a simple kiss would never feel as good as she’d thought it did. A simple kiss would never make her desire the size of that height she’d thought she’d felt.

But instead of trying to find out if it was really that way, It was best to keep things professional between them. No matter how attractive he was, Kracussian Kingston was a complication she doesn’t need in her life.

So why the hell does she feel like going back to that office, locking the door and kissing those intoxicating lips of his, over and over again? Why the hell does she feel she needed his damn tongue buried in her throat until neither of them could breathe?

REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 61 – 70

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