Loving A Bully Billionaire Part 3

Chapter 89

I can see Griffin’s mouth moving, but I choose to listen to the hairdryer’s sound. Not because I don’t want to hear him, but because I’m afraid I would give in and just kiss him, or worse. I need a distraction, and fast. 

“Please answer me?” 

Mmm?” I responded. I didn’t hear a word he said in the last 5 minutes or 10minutes. It’s already 3 AM, my eyes are tired and I’m Hungry, but all I can think about is Griffin’s hands all over me. 

“Mia?” 

“What Griffin? Don’t you need to go home or go babysit your pregnant lady or something?” I feel annoyed, not by Griffin, or maybe a little, but mostly because I can’t think about anything else besides how great it would feel if Griffin would kiss me now. 

“I asked if you enjoy your new job?” is he serious now? Here I am drooling all over him and he asks me about my new job. 

“Yes, it’s okay.” 

“Just okay?” 

“Yes, it’s less stress and I don’t have to worry about a bomb being drop on me every second of the day.” he lowered his head, pain reflecting on his face as if I just knock the life out of him. 

“I’m tired, Griffin, and so are you. Just go home and get some rest.” I don’t want him to leave, but it’s for the best. I’m one second away from giving in on my addiction, which I have fought so hard to overcome. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, still sitting on my bed. 

“How?” I fold my arms. I know exactly how I look at him, but try to hide it with my arms folded. 

“Mia, you know you’re a terrible liar.” he stands up from the bed and corners me against the door. 

“Please, don’t” I begged. I can’t fall back into this terrible game where you feel great for a few hours and as soon as it wears off, you feel like s**t. 

“Why not?” his eyes drooping with the same passion as mine. Maybe if I just feel it once more, just once. Stop it, Mia, My self-conscious creeps in, sometimes I hate that second voice in your head, but that’s the responsible one, the second you that reminds you that life is better without having all this s**t I went through with this man. 

“Why do you keep fighting something that you want?” he asks, his hand moving to my waist and his eyes locked on mine. Both of our eyes are red and tired. 

“Because you don’t always get what you want.” 

“I’m here, aren’t I?” 

“Yes, and so are your past, and your future, so you don’t get what you want, all the s**t that’s inside here.” I hold my hand on his chest to explain.

“That s**t comes with what I want, and that’s something I can’t or refuse to take with you.” 

“Mia,” he sighs as he pulls me closer. 

“Griffin, please. It’s been a long night and I really need to go to bed, please.” 

“Let me stay for the night, or whatever is left of the night.” He half asks, half demands. I glare at him like he just asked me to take my virginity, which he did. Thinking about it makes my stomach turn, my heart rate picked up and my pulse is raising, I need air and fast. I opened the window, taking a deep breath before I answer him. 

“And what would happen if you spent the rest of the night? Do you think it will change my mind?” I looked out of the window, the streets buzzing still in New York at 3 AM. 

“No, well yes, I’m hoping for that,” he answered truthfully, with his hands behind his back still leaning against the door. 

I don’t answer back, my hormones are battling with my mind, and I can’t decide which one will win this time. 

“If I had to say yes, we’re would you sleep? Well close your eyes, there isn’t much left of the night, I have a one-bedroom and the couch won’t be that comfortable.” 

“next to you, on your bed!” he smiled and I can’t help but join him. 

“You said it yourself. The couch is not comfortable, so the only choice would be to just lay next to you. I promise I will keep still.” I giggle as the words leave his mouth. I know he is not cable of laying still. 

“Okay,” I answered before overthinking it or even think about it. 

“Serious now?” 

“Yes, unless you want to go, or sleep in the shower. I will give you a pillow and blanket.” We both laughed. 

“We’ll have to put some pillows between us. I don’t trust ‘ I will lay still.” I joke as I open the blanket and moved some pillows to the middle of the bed. He smiled while removing his shoes and pants. My eyes dart towards the pants falling on the floor, leaving him in only boxers. At this very moment, I trust him more than myself, and that scares the s**t out of me. The lust is thick in the room, and I can’t breathe. Next, he removed his T-shirt, showing off his perfectly muscular body. My eyes follow every muscle as he pulls the T-shirt over his head, and he catches me staring. 

“Are you sure that I will be safe next to you? I mean, you are the one staring.” He hooks me off-guard by pointing out my perv stares, so I made it interesting. Showing him I have self-control, him not so much. I pulled my top over my head, standing in only my bra and short pants. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Changing, you’re the one that pointed out earlier that I need to change into something more decent, didn’t you?” I opened the cupboard to pull out another top. 

“Yes, I did, because Josh was here. You don’t have to when I’m with you.” 

“Well, I’m not with you, and I’m about the share a bed with someone I’m not with, so changing into something more decent would be something you of all people would expect me to do.” I point out, not sure if my statement will make him angry or make him lose control. 

“if you were with me, you would never share a bed with anyone except me,” he said, moving closer to the bed to pull his side of the blankets open. 

“I’m not even with you, and I share a bed with you,” I mumbled. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” I quickly said while pulling the clean t-shirt over my head and remove my bra. 

“Are you trying to make me horny?” he asks with no shame. I gasp as the words leave his mouth. I missed how he would just say a thing like it is. It was and still is a huge turn-on for me. 

“No, I want to get into bed, and sleeping with a bra is uncomfortable.” he shook his head, as he knows I’m teasing him. 

Both of us are not sure what to say to each other I can see he has a lot to say. His eyes are raking my body up and down, making me want him more. We both got into bed with the pillows in the middle of us. 

“You sure about the pillows? It takes most of the space on the bed.” 

“I guess we can remove a few.” I grab the pillow and his hand touch mine, bringing flames to my skin. I can barely think straight, both of us staring at each other with pure lust. 

“Did you miss me?” he asked out of nowhere, leaving me speechless. 

“Mia?” 

“Why would you ask something you already know the answer to?” I answered his question with a question. 

“I don’t know the answer, that’s why I’m asking.” 

“Well, I wouldn’t have you right next to me if I didn’t.” my answer makes him smile, and we remove more pillows between us. I switch off the lamp with Griffin putting his arm around my waist. I don’t fight it. Instead, I lay closer to him. I’ve missed his touch, and if I can feel it for a few hours then I’m not thinking about it.

“I’ve missed you more,” he whispered. I can’t see his face, and I’m glad he can’t see mine. My face is probably blushing with embarrassment. I mentally debate with myself if I should remove his arm from me, or just let him win and kiss him, but before I could make that decision, he flipped me over and lay on top of me. 

“I need you,” he whispered again, I’ve heard those words so many times that it shoots pain right through me, I don’t want him to need me, I want him to want me, and to always puts me in front of his lies and pain and all the bullshit. 

“You don’t need me,” I whispered back. 

“I do. I know I’m toxic and the worse person on earth, but you made me better and less toxic.” 

“No, I didn’t. If I did, then we would’ve been still together, but you kept a massive secret from me, one that nearly destroyed me. I can handle the truth Griffin, what I can’t handle is you keeping it from me.” he lowered his head on top of my stomach. 

“I never meant to hurt you, I just couldn’t handle telling you something that you can never have.” 

“Griffin, you slept with someone and made her pregnant. When did you find out she was pregnant? Before I told you I can’t have children, or after?” he doesn’t answer me, which I guess he found out before I told him I can’t have children. 

“I am sorry, and I do need you.” I sigh. There is no need for this conversation. I don’t intend to take him back, or at least that’s what I’m telling myself, and hope that I can for once not let him cloud my judgment. We both lay in silence, Griffin still resting his head on top of my stomach. My eyes are heavy, and the lust I just had a few minutes ago dissolved with Griffin telling me he needed me, words that he used too many times in the past.