Taming The Billionaire For My Revenge

Chapter 6:

Kingsley Reid

I rubbed my temples, a sharp throb building behind my eyes. What in the world was I supposed to do with her? She seemed to have fallen asleep.

I leaned in slightly and nudged her arm.

"Miss?" I asked, keeping my voice low. "Where do you live? I can drop you off."

Her body stirred faintly. She leaned forward, and surprisingly rested her head on my arm. A soft murmur slipped past her lips-words I couldn't make out.

I realized that her body temperature was a bit high, and that was when I guessed that something wasn't right.

I touched her forehead, and that's when I noticed the unnatural way her body shifted-sluggish, loose. Her limbs didn't respond like someone simply tired. There was a faint smell, something chemical, clinging to her clothes. She didn't react to my voice like a person in full control of their senses.

My chest tightened.

She had been drugged.

I clenched my fists in anger. That bastard must have done this to her! He must have planned to hurt her. If we hadn't intervened the time we did...

I wished I had seen his face. I would've made sure he remembered mine.

I took a deep breath and tried to think. I couldn't take her to a hotel. Imagine the tabloids the next morning:

KINGSLEY REID SPOTTED SNEAKING DRUGGED WOMAN INTO HOTEL.

That would definitely ruin me, no matter the truth. People believed what they wanted to believe.

"Jerry," I said, leaning forward.

"Sir?"

"Take us to one of the family penthouses. I can't leave her out here like this."

"Understood, sir."

As the car began moving again, I leaned back, staring at the windows. I hadn't even noticed she had moved closer until I suddenly felt her body brushing against my side. I turned slightly and saw her curled gently against me, like a child seeking warmth.

Strangely, I didn't pull away.

Her touch still didn't repulse me.

That realization left me stunned more than anything.

Was I finally cured?

I hesitated, then slowly raised my hand and brushed her cheek with my knuckles. Her skin was warm, soft. My fingers lingered a moment too long before Jerry's voice cut in.

"Sir, we're here."

I dropped my hand, cleared my throat, and shifted in my seat.

The lady still clung onto my arm. Jerry stepped out and asked, "Should I help you with her, Sir?"

I shook my head. "No. I'll do it."

He opened the door wider, and I carefully carried her in my arms. She was light, her body limp. I took the elevator up to the penthouse in silence.

Inside, I walked straight to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. The lights were on, giving me a proper look at her face for the first time.

She was... beautiful.

A small, straight nose, and soft full lips. Her skin had a smooth caramel glow, with faint pinkness on her cheeks. Her hair, thick and curled at the ends, fell around her shoulders.

I didn't even know when I reached out and pushed a few strands of hair from her face.

Suddenly, her hand caught mine.

She didn't open her eyes, just pulled my hand to her chest and hugged it.

I blinked, stunned. "Hey," I whispered, leaning closer. "Let go, alright?"

She whimpered and her lips trembled. "You're going to leave too... just like everyone else..."

Her voice cracked, and tears slid from the corners of her closed eyes.

My throat tightened.

What had this lady been through?

"Why does everyone leave me?" she whispered. "Is it because I'm not good enough?"

I sat on the bed beside her, unsure what pulled me in so deeply. I stroked her hair gently.

"I'm not going to leave you," I murmured.

She relaxed a little when she heard that, but her tears were still flowing. I stayed with her, holding her hand until her breathing slowed.

Not knowing what to do at that moment, I gently asked,

"What's your name?"

Her lips slowly parted. "Lola."

Lola.

"That's a beautiful name," I said with a faint smile.

She smiled back, her eyes still mostly closed. Then she sat up slightly, swaying a little. "What's yours?"

"Kingsley."

Her lips curled into a sleepy grin. "Kingsley... that's a wonderful name."

She moved closer. Her eyes weren't quite open, but they focused on me like I was the only thing in the room.

"You smell really good," she whispered, giggling faintly. Her breath brushed against my cheek.

I didn't move.

She leaned closer still, and I could feel her lips near mine. My brain screamed at me to stop her. She had been drugged. She wasn't thinking clearly.

"Lola," I said, grabbing her hands softly. "You should rest. You don't know what you're doing."

But she didn't stop. Instead, she climbed onto my lap, her body pressing against mine. Her arms looped around my neck.

"Are you shy?" she asked, teasing. "It's okay... I'll be gentle."

My breath hitched.

Did she just...

This had never happened before. No woman had ever said this to me. Not since then. And I'd never let anyone get this close. But Lola...

She started unbuttoning my shirt. One button. Then two. Then three. I should have stopped her. But I didn't.

By the time her fingers reached the last button, my resolve was hanging by a thread. She leaned in and kissed the side of my neck, her lips soft.

My vision instantly darkened with desire.

I grabbed her wrists, my breath uneven. I stared at her.

"Don't regret this later, Lola," I said.

She made a small sound and raised her fingers like a little scout. "I won't. I want you, Kingsley, please."

That was all it took to break my final resolve.

I turned her gently and laid her back on the bed. She looked up at me, her lips parted slightly, her breath shallow.

And I kissed her.

It was deep, real, and full of the tension I had held back for years.

She responded, her hands wrapping around my neck again, pulling me closer.

In that moment, the world outside vanished. The darkness, the confusion- none of it mattered.

Only Lola did.