Bad Boy's Forever

Chapter 3

"I just want you to be safe." I say after I've calm down.

"I am and always will be as long as I know you still love me." He says as his eyes question me.

"Of course I still love you." I smile at him. "And I love you more." He says and my heart starts to scream in my chest, every neuron in my brain fired and flooded with intoxicating Dopamine and every nerve ending stinging.

"Now about your P.A?" I ask remembering how she was all getting cozy with my... Umm.... With Ryder.

"What about her?" He asks smirking, knowing what I am trying to say. I slap his chest as he chuckles, that deep one.

"Oh, come on. Isn't she hot?" He says. I gasp and hit his chest harder. Then again, there is no point in arguing with him. I mean he did move on with hotter Mexican badass girls when he was in college. I frown as the image pops in my head and I clench my fists.

Ryder notices my mood change and asks, "What is wrong, princess? You know I was kidding about her, right?" He says.

I look up and stare into his eyes, "Did you move on?" I ask the question I have been dying to know all these years. His response will change everything. I don't know what it will change though.

"Yes, I did move on." He says with a playful smile. My heart freezes and then cracks. I feel the tears almost coming up but I blink like seven times to avoid them from coming out.

"Actually she is way hotter than that P.A of mine. She is adorable, cute, sweet, has brown hair, very beautiful, is now a CEO of Jacobs Co. Did I mention she's hot?" He explains and my frown turns into a huge grin, I'm afraid my mouth might tear apart. The butterflies I felt all those years ago start doing their work in my stomach.

"I did not move on, never have and never will. And you?" He asks with a hopeful look.

"I was stuck in my parent's house for four years, how did you expect me to move on? Have an online boyfriend from Tinder?" I ask while rolling my eyes. Carol had suggested I get an online boyfriend on Tinder where I would only text and face time him without actually meeting him and I immediately declined her offer.

Ryder chuckles and lets out a breath of relief as he pulls me in for a hug, "I missed you so much, I missed everything about you, your touch, your smell, your smile, your sassy remarks. Everything." He says huskily as he breathes me in, making my skin feel tingly.

"I missed you too. I missed you so damn much." I say breathily like I've just run a marathon. Ryder makes me feel these weird things, not that their bad, they are good but weird.

His warm lips got to my neck leaving trails of kisses up to my jaw. My breathing starts to become rapid as he continues his torture. My arms automatically go around his neck as my brain goes haywire. He continues to kiss my face, my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, my ears, my ears and he stops. I open my eyes and he is staring at my lips. His eyes then go to look at mine asking for permission. Why is he even asking for permission? Doesn't he know how much I've missed kissing him?

I pull him by his collar and crash my lips onto his in a swift movement. The kiss is gentle at first. It is slow, soft, tender and warm. His hot breath licks my lips and makes my body tremble. He wraps his arms tightly around my waist. The tip of his tongue touches my lips and gently parts them, and my heart starts beating in my ears at a giddy rate, He tastes sweet like honey, even sweeter. I let out an involuntary moan as he explores my tongue and his finger find their way into my shirt.

"We have to stop, Ryder." I murmur against his lips, breathlessly. This has to stop before it gets out of hand.

"I don't want to." He says as he continues to kiss me softly. My breath hitches and I kiss him back, softly at first, almost revering but frantically as it progresses. He cups the nape of my neck with one hand, the other on my cheek tilting my face to give the right angle. I'm grabbing a fistful of his shirt with my hand, pulling him closer as my other hand plays with his soft silky hair that I missed so much.

A knock on the conference room door has us pulling apart. I free myself from Ryder he stares at me with a smirk plastered on his face. I don't even know how I got into the position I was in, straddling him.

I stare at myself in one of the mirrors in the room and my eyes widen. My hair, Oh my God, my hair. It looks like many birds came to nestle in it in one day. All in all, it looks like my bed hair. My lips are very swollen from the kiss and i am not ready to face whoever is out there.

"Umm... we are still finalizing the project. Give us two minutes." I say, well..yell after hearing another knock on the door.

"Nora, you have a meeting in the next hour." Chad's voice reminds me from the other side of the door.

"I'll be out soon." I say with a sigh. Thank God, it's Chad. What if it was my parents coming here to check on me?

I hear a deep chuckle from behind me and turn to glare at Ryder. He looks totally fine, except the swollen lips but his hair is till the same, messy and sexy like always. That's so unfair. My glare deepens because of the jealousy.

"What?!" He says innocently, raising his hands up.

"You! You did this." I say while motioning at my hair and outfit which looks very wrinkled and disorganized. I try to straighten my hair with my fingers but failing miserably.

"Oh come on, you liked it." He says playfully while trying to control his laughter. I intensify my glare at him, this time it should probably be a death glare.

"Okay, come here. Let me help you." He says while opening his arms for me. I stare at him weirdly.

He sighs, "I want to help fix your hair okay."

I walk up to him, sit on his lap with my back facing him and he starts to comb my hair, using his hands. After finishing, he ties it up in a ponytail using my scruntchie. I get up from his lap and look at myself in the mirror. You know, just in case he has turned my hair into a circus.

He has actually held it up very well, almost like an Ariana Grande ponytail. I turn around and smile at him, "Thanks."

"Anything for you, princess." He says as he gets up from his seat. He walks up to me and wraps his large arms around me as mine automatically go around his torso.

"God Princess, I missed you so much. I don't think I'll be able to keep my arms off of you." He murmurs against my hair and I smile. He has no idea how much I've missed him.

"I missed you more." I say as I step on my tippy toes and lean in for another kiss. This time, the kiss is passionate and is revealing how much we've missed each other.

"Promise me something princess," He says as he pulls away but his arms still around my waist

"What is that?" I ask with furrowed eye brows.

"You will at least talk to me." He says with a pleading look.

"I promise." I smile at him while wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing the spot behind his ear. His breath hitches and I mentally pat myself on the back. I still got game.