Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 49

He lowers his head to kiss me. He's never been so gentle.

He puts one hand around my waist and holds me tightly in his arms, whispering in my ear, "You want to go on? I think we're in a public place."

Turning around, I notice that every now and then the passers-by stop to watch him and me.

"Shall we leave now?" I ask in a low voice.

Then, we left this place like fugitives. Technically, I'm the only one who looks like a fugitive, because he stays calm the whole time.

But that doesn't stop me from being happy. He showed up when I needed him and held me in his arms. That's enough.

Originally, I thought we were going for a walk, but he's taking me straight back to his villa. There's a part of me thinks that my relationship with him is gonna be different.

Stopping the car and unbuckling the seatbelt, Harrison tilts his head to look at me. "Aren't you getting off?"

"What are we doing here?" I ask nervously.

He takes a deep look at me and then presses me down. I exclaim subconsciously, "What are you doing!"

"So you like doing it in the car."

Before I know what that means, he was all over me. I try to tell him to go away, but he kisses me as soon as I open my mouth.

His hand moves from my face to my waist, and then slowly towards my chest.

I feel as if my heart is jumping out of my chest. My face must be as red as a tomato now.

I close my eyes slightly and try to push him away. But maybe it's just a hesitant act in his eyes.

"Chelsea." He gently lets go of my lips and calls my name in a low voice.

I open my eyes and look at him in confusion.

But he doesn't answer me, nor does he say a word. Instead, he puts my hands down slowly and kisses me again.

This kiss is much deeper. He kisses me so hard that I almost can't breathe. I don't dare to open my eyes because I'm afraid to see his expression.

Maybe I have an inferiority complex.

Too many people look down on me because I was divorced, leading me to have a low self-esteem. The divorce is not my fault, but no one cares.

Thinking of this, scalding tears pour down my face. Harrison notices it and asks, "Don't you like it?"

I shake my head and refuse to answer him.

Harrison's hot, rich and always there when he's needed the most. No woman can say no to him, can she? As a divorced lonely woman, he's like a dream with colorful bubbles.

"Ah!" I can't help groaning because he suddenly bites my earlobe.

He laughs out loud as if delighted by my reaction.

It's just too embarrassing. Why does he turn me on so easily every time?

He helplessly pulls away my hands, which are covering my face. "I want to do it here, but not now."

I look in his direction and see a security guard standing outside our car...

When we get back to his villa, he starts asking me for details about what happened today.

It saves me from embarrassment. I tell him the whole story, like a girl being bullied by her teachers and classmates in kindergarten.

As I speak, I can't hold back my tears. Harrison has been so kind as to wipe my tears.

"I told you to stay away from him," he says indifferently.

His indifference pisses me off. "We used to be classmates. How was I supposed to know he had turned into an a*shole?"

"Don't you ever wonder why he helped you? If you think people will help you for no reason, you are sorely mistaken."

He's telling the truth.

There aren't many people in the world who like to help others.

I suddenly want to ask him why he helped me. He said he wasn't doing it for free, buy he didn't tell me what he wanted.

Thinking of this, I cry again. Unlike before, he doesn't dry my tears with a tissue, but gently kisses them.

I open my mouth slightly and look at him in shock.

With a smile, he says in an indisputable tone, "Now, I need you to pay me back."

After that, he takes me from the chair to the table. I'm wearing a dress, so the cold marble top makes me feel a bit chilly. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"You..." The next, he shuts me up with his lips.

When he's sure that I won't speak again, he says with a smile, "Be good."

My dress has only eight buttons. He reaches down to my collar and undoes the buttons one by one.

Not daring to move, I sit on the marble with my hands on either side of me.

Occasionally, his fingers would touch my skin. His fingers are rough, but make me feel good.

His warm breath is in my ear. "Relax."

"You..."

He kisses me again while touching me.

His hand caresses my breast gently. I'm not drinking, but I feel like I'm already drunk. Getting laid during the day makes me shy and excited.

Leaving the stupid job and the people I hate behind, I decide to enjoy this moment. I'm being loved by a perfect man.

I've been so tired over the years that I've forgotten what it's like to be loved. Let me enjoy myself even if he doesn't love me!

As he gets more and more aggressive, I put my arms around his head and let my desires

take over.

When I'm losing my consciousness, I hear him whispering in my ear. "You are so beautiful..."