Free BetweenTwoBillionairesCompleteStripped by Sky Corgan

half-truth. I'm still not sure how I feel about
all of this.
    “ If
I hadn't walked into your coffee shop that day. I don't want to think
about it.” He kisses me on top of the head.
    “ I
hate that you're so perfect,” I confess.
    “ Me?
Perfect?” he laughs. “I'm far from perfect, dear.”
    “ Well,
if you are, then you've done a good job at fooling me.”
    He goes quiet, and
we lay there in silence for several moments. I rest my head against
his chest, listening to his heartbeat, loving the way he's fidgeting
with my fingers. The night couldn't have gone any better. Well, maybe
if he pulled out, it would have been better, but I'm willing to
forgive that for now.
    After laying with
him for a good thirty minutes, I pull myself out of his arms, sitting
up in preparation to get dressed and go home.
    “ Where
are you going?” He sits up beside me, sounding slightly
alarmed.
    “ Home.”
I smile at him over my shoulder.
    “ Why?”
    “ Because
I have work tomorrow.” I push myself to the edge of the bed to
stand, but he reaches out to grab my wrist.
    “ Stay
with me.” There's a strange vulnerability in the way he's
looking at me. It's something I've never seen before. “Stay
with me tonight.”
    “ And
do what?” I quirk a brow at him, grinning.
    “ Cuddle.
Sleep beside me. Anything you want. Just don't go.”
    “ You
just want to get in my pants again,” I tease.
    “ No.
Well, yes.” He rolls his eyes in mock defeat. “But no. I
just want to be with you. So, stay with me. You won't regret it.”

CHAPTER FIVE

    He's true to his
words. We mostly spend the night cuddling. In fact, it's only about
an hour after I call my mom to tell her I won't be home that we both
end up passing out in each other's arms. It's like a dream come true.
The perfect ending to the perfect night.
    I wake up to a cold
empty spot beside me. If not for the fact that I'm in a strange bed,
I might have thought I dreamed it all. The soreness between my legs
is very real though, the proof that I gave me virginity to a man I
barely know. There's still a giddiness inside of me from the
excitement of it all, and though I know I should be guarding my
heart, I feel so in love.
    I crawl out of bed
and stare at the open bathroom door. Ideally, I'd like to have a
shower, but I don't know where Tristan is, and I'd feel weird taking
a shower in his house without letting him know first. So I get
dressed in the clothes I was wearing the night before and head out
onto the balcony overlooking the living room.
    The mansion feels
empty. I call for Tristan, but get no response, so I keep walking,
sliding my hand across the railing as I head toward the stairs. The
morning sunlight is shining through the wall of glass that faces his
backyard, and it's a bit blinding, so I'm forced to shield my eyes
with my free hand.
    I make my way down
the stairs and am met by Tristan at the bottom. He's wearing an ear
to ear grin, and nothing else besides a pair of boxers. He looks
absolutely delicious, and I feel my body churning for another romp
between the sheets. Has he really turned me into a complete sexual
deviant in just one night? What has gotten into me?
    “ Good
morning, Cinderella. Your timing is impeccably bad. I fear you caught
me cooking again.” He beams up at me.
    “ It's
kind of nice to have my own private chef,” I tease. “You
really don't have to spoil me like this though. You'll train me to
expect it.”
    “ I
like cooking, remember? Or has the night erased your memory of me.”
    “ A
thousand years couldn't erase the memory of you.” I grin.
    “ It
makes me happy to hear you say that. Otherwise, I'd have to spend
every day reminding you of who I am.”
    I bite my bottom
lip, staring at him with a stupid smile plastered across my face.
Maybe love at first sight doesn't exist. But I'm really starting to
believe that falling in love with someone after only knowing them for
a day does.
    “ You
can hang out in here if you want. Explore. Do