THE CEO AND ME!

Chapter 106 - "PLEASE, I WANT TO FEEL YOU!"

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"I m sorry...please...forgive me!!"

He said, rubbing her back warmly. Her cries were painful for him to listen to. It hurt him.

"You will never do that to me again??"

She voiced out, still crying on the pillow. Her muffled voice made it difficult to understand what she just said.

"I do...I do, baby...I m sorry!! This will never happen again.."

He agreed to her regardless and that made her rise up to look at him from the pillow.

Her face was soaking wet and red from all the crying. It broke his heart and it hurt so damn bad that he could not stare at her anymore like that and engulfed her in a hug.

"You promise??"

"I do!!"

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After an hour of silence and cuddling, Tinsley fell asleep in his arms.

Kian smiled, staring at her pure, innocent face. The tear strains still pasted on her soft cheeks.

He rubbed his thumbs over her, lightly and then leaned forward to give a small peck on her lips.

Tucking her on the bed, under the duvet, he walked out of the bedroom. He was not sleepy...far from it.

He pulled out a cigarette from inside his pants pocket and strode towards the balcony, attached to their bedroom to smoke and think.

It had been a few weeks now and still, his mind was blank...not knowing what to work upon.

The market was filled with so many things. For the first time in his life, he felt insecure that what if his product would not do well.

What would he do then??

With no investors, no money from his side, he felt helpless. Maybe it was true, he became so successful in the shortest length of time because everything was handed to him??

Maybe Valeria was speaking the truth??

He blew the smoke out, stressed and felt trapped. If he were single, he would have moved out of here and maybe settle in a different country, a different place where nobody knew who he was.

It was difficult to work where everyone knew who he was, what he used to be, his tainted reputation...had made it impossible to step back up.

He wanted to release his tension out. Usually, in olden times, he would head to any club and get any woman he wanted and let it all out on her.

But now, he could not. His wife was so beautiful, he did not need anyone else but her. He was duped in her beauty and innocence.

Although she could never be able to take what he wanted to give her. He had seen what had happened and it was disturbing.

If it was anyone else...he would not have given two fucks but then it was his wife...not just someone else.

He felt trapped, imprisoned...did he rush into a lifelong decision without giving much thought about himself.

At that time, all he thought about was her freedom. How to free her from the clutches of that bastard.

Nothing was going in his way...he was so powerless, felt too vulnerable to even try and change things.

He could not even do that...change...not without asking her. She was a part of his life now and he felt anxious that she would leave him with one wrong movement.

He threw the cigarette and then walked inside, wore his shirt back and then headed out, picking his keys up.

He drove to an old shabby town bar. He needed to drink his feelings out. He did not like this feeling of defenselessness.

"One hot whisky. "

He ordered. The bartender nodded and gave him his glass in a minute time. Kian held the glass and took a small sip, looking around.

The bar was filled with people. Loud music blasting out of the speaker, drunken men and women dancing their lives out on the disco dance floor.

A few girls batted their eyelashes on him, biting their lips, near the counter. He rolled his eyes and took another sip of his drink.

"What a surprise!!! To have the great Kian Wilson in the shadiest place of the earth."

Kian turned around to see Nathaniel Anderson, smirking at him.

"My bad...Kian Randall."

He chuckled. And then moved forward, taking a seat beside him.

"One scotch."

Nathan ordered and within seconds, the bartender passed him his glass. Kian pretended to ignore his presence.

"You lost everything, but got her, huh??"

It made Kian peek at him immediately. Nathan smirked at him. He could see that he was whipped already, not be a month to the marriage.

"I met her."

Kian kept his lips sealed, drinking his whisky, although not liking where this conversation was going.

He came here to release his stress and find a pinch of peace but the Almighty had other plans for the night.

"She still looked the same...beautiful and exotic, you know."

Nathan continued. He knew that his words were provoking Kian and he wanted to see how long he was going to control himself.

"Still innocent and damn...those lips could say some really pretty things..."

Before Nathan could finish, Kian grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him nearer.

"One more word about my wife, Anderson and you will never visit this bar."

Kian was threatened with extreme fury and pushed Nathan away. Nathan snickered, straightening his collar.

"I m not afraid of you, Kian. "

"That's where you are going wrong."

Kian muttered. Both the men than having a face to face conversation.

"You have nothing to offer her...within a few months, she will leave you."

"You wish, Anderson. My wife loves me. I m her husband, she will never leave me."

Kian smirked. For the first time, Tinsley's confession for her love to him made him feel confident. He held his head high when he voiced that out.

"She is naive. She is just infatuated by what you did for her and once it is over...I will be there for her...and claim her as mine what I should have done long long time ago."

And a hard fist landed on Nathan's face, making him fall down on the ground. The bar crowd starting to scream.

"You bastard!!! You will die before you lay your damn eyes on my fucking wife."

Kian roared and then landed a fist upon fist on Nathan's face, sitting upon his torso.

Nathan very helplessly tried to reach out for anything in the background and when he found broken glass, he smashed it on Kian's head.

Kian fell back and before Nathan could land upon him, the men held him back and on the other side, a few held Kian back.

They thrashed Nathan out of the bar and a few moments later did the same to Kian.

Nathan glared at him and spit out blood from his mouth before driving away in his car.

Kian too after a while, drove back home. He now wished, he should not have come here. Everything got more complicated.

Nathan's words rang in his mind over and over again. How Tinsley was infatuated by him and not in real love.

How possibly could he know if she was really in love with him or not?? How could he prove that it was real and true..her love for him??

What if she really leaves him later?? What if she would feel fed up with him??

Looking at the present circumstance, he was not offering her anything more than poverty.

They even had fights. What he did to her in the morning, she almost ignored him and avoided him the entire day.

What if all these, one day would make her leave him?? What if she realized he was not worth it??

All this thinking made him restless and relentless to feel her. He needed to go to the home and feel her.

So he drove quickly and stormed inside the building, walking straight to the bedroom.

Tinsley woke up from the noise of closing and opening of the door and gasped when she saw the condition of Kian.

"Do not say anything, please. I just need to feel you."

That was all he said before joining her on the bed and hovering atop her. She looked at him with confusion when he lifted her skirt up.

"Kian...what are you doing??"

She whispered, being sceptical. Kian leaned in to kiss her red lips.

"Do you trust me??"

She nodded her head after a while of staring and it feared Kian that she would deny it.

"So let me please be inside you...feel you...I won't hurt you, I promise."

He said and not giving her any more time to think, plunged himself inside her in one hard stroke.

Both moaned at the contact. Tinsley winched a little as she was still sore down there. Kian mumbled a faint sorry but did not stop.

He pulled out only to jam himself back inside her. With no foreplay, she felt the burning sensation.

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