Chapter 18
Leah
I’m scrolling through the comments on my latest chapter while Calch is driving. Even though getting him alone is what I initially wanted since I plan on making him my boyfriend. I’m too nervous to start a conversation. Instead, I’m busying myself by reading the comments of this “Anna Wall reader of mine.
Jess889. This office sex scene is so hot!
LarryPottery: Love this! Please update!
Anna Wolf You guys think this scene is good! Lol. It is only good because the author finally has a boyfriend
My eyes read Anna Wolf’s comment over and over. I don’t have a boyfriend, but I find it curious that she seems to think so. Could it be that this “Anna Wolf is actually Anna Graham–the bully from my art class?
I mean, Anna is a common name–my mom is named Anna–but 1 sull don’t think it would be far–fetched to assume this is the same Anna who’s been bullying me because the Anna from my art class saw me kissing Caleb, and that could be mistaken for us having a romantic relationship.
“Why do you look so thoughtful?” Caleb suddenly asks and glances my way. “Something bothering you?”
meet his eyes, blushing slightly because I don’t want him to know I’m getting bullied. “N–no, everything is okay.
“Hmm.” he definitely doesn’t believe me but changes the subject regardless. “Do you want to play a game!”
“A game
“Yeah! I barely know anything about you.”
- gh. “Does the billionaire want to play a billion questions with lule me?”
1 breathe a laugh.”
Caleb’s lips quirks up into a smirk. There she is the sassy, sexy woman. I was wondering where she went
My heart skips a beat at his flirting, but I remind myself that this is Cabeb–he isn’t romantically interested in me. I’m just his latest toy, and if t want hum to fall for me, I can’t get flustered by the smallest things.
What I need is stamina for the long haul.
“She was always here. I reply before adding. “Are you always such an asshole, by the way?”
Surprise fleets over Caleb’s face, as if he didn’t expect me to be brave enough to call him out for constantly teasing me
-you think I’m an asshole?”
“Most of the time.” I feel guilty admitting it, but it’s probably good that he hears the truth.
He breathes a laugh “I see. Those blue eyes of his briefly meet mine when he turns his head to look at me for a hot second before looking back at the road “Do you have a thing for assholes then Considering how wet I make you”
My face heats up, but even though I’m nervous and, frankly, quite afraid of Caleb since he is much more experienced than I am, 1 don’t back down. My fear of coming off as ridiculous in his eyes doesn’t matter. This feels like an important conversation to have, so I won’t let myself be backed into a comer by Caleb’s confidence.
“No,” I mutter with my eyes caught on the cars we are driving past on the highway.
Caleb chuckles. “No” What other explanation is there, then?”
“You’re good in bed.” There, I said irt
“Hmm” he gives me an amused smile. “But you were wet for me before I had even fucked you, Leah. So there must be more to your attraction.”
My eyes narrow. “Like what?”
“Monry, perhaps?” he sighs and stumps his shoulders. “No offense, but most women get hot under their clothes whenever money is mentioned”
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“Really?” he doesn’t sound like he believes me, but he doesn’t sound angry either. He never does. It seems Caleb Steele never loses his cool, and when he speaks again, there’s amusensent in his voice. “Because last time I checked, you were writing erotic billionaire novels for a living”
I bristle at Caleb’s insinuation. “Writing about billionaires doesn’t mean I’m attracted to money. It’s just a popular trope in romance novels”
Caleb arches an eyebrow skeptically. “Is that so? Well, enlighten me then. What exactly do you find so alluring about me, if not my wealth or sexual prowed”
I chew on my bottom lip, considering how honest 1 should be. Finally, I decide to lay my cards on the table. “Fine, you want the truth” It’s your confidence, your dominance. The way you take charge and go after what you want. I admit, feeling my cheeks heat. “It’s sexy as hell even if you are
an asshole sometimes
Caleb’s lips curve into a satisfied smirk. “Now we’re getting somewhere. You like a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it.”
“Maybe.“1 hedge, not wanting to give him the full satisfaction of being right. “But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with you manhandling me whenever you feel liken, especially in front of my parents.”
“Truly noted.”
Wow, I never thought Calebs would lie to me, but right now, I’m n certain he is because I doubt he is going to listen to my wishes. He is too mischievous for that!
“Really“” I ask, unable to hide my spicion. “You won’t take me wherever and whenever you want?”
He chuckles. “You think I’m a pig, don’t you?”
1 keep my eyes on his face. “No. I think you’re a player and that I’m your latest toy”
tile on his face which makes him look sexier than the devil–remains even after
This time, he doesn’t just chuckle; be actually laughs, and the smile of he has stopped laughing.
“My oh my, Leah, I think you’ve misunderstood my entire character
“I have?”
“Yes, I’m not half the sex fiend that you think I am. I like having sex, but honestly—“He turns his head, and my heart skips a beat when I see his smile again. “I’ve been too bored to sleep around. You’re actually the first woman who has managed to catch my attention since my ex–wife, I should probably thank you for that.”
“Thank me!” I ask in confusion.
“Uh–huh,” his smile is still there even when he looks back at the road to the airport. “Before I received your dirty little story in that mail, my life was dark. I’ve been stuck in a had loop of depressive thoughts, you see, but your chapter made me laugh–something I wasn’t sure if I could do anymore.”
I snort. “What is there for a billionaire like you to be depressed about? Having too many mansions?”
Caleb’s smile immediately disappears. It’s not a reaction I expected from him. I was just being my usual snarky self and thought he would remain calın like he always does when I insult him, but Caleb is looking all serious now.
“There are many things money can’t buy us, he eventually mutters in a tone so solemn 1 barely recognize his voice. And when he looks at me again, his eyes are angry but also filled with pain. “I lost my daughter, and no matter how many million 1 make. 1 can’t bring her back.”
