Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 21
(FIVE YEARS AGO)
HAZEL
It’s been three weeks now and I’m yet to hear from Mr. Ravel after that day at the restaurant, which I’m grateful for. Someone whom I know nothing about offering to write me an open cheque creeps me out, and I’d rather not see him again.
A part of me couldn’t help but entertain the thought that he chickened out. Maybe he didn’t understand the implication of an open cheque when he made that promise. Chuckling to myself, I scooped more ice cream into my mouth as I stared at the water fountain.
Suddenly, I felt someone touch me from behind and I screamed bl oody murder, ripping the headset from my ear and jumping to my feet. The man whom I thought disappeared due to his inability to fulfill his promise stood in front of me with both hands raised in surrender. “What the hell?” I mumbled. “Are you trying to send me into shock?”
“I’m sorry,” he quickly apologized, slowly taking a few steps towards me. “I called you a few times, but you were lost in your own world.”
Yeah, I was thinking about how I thought you vanished after realizing the weight of your promise. Thank heavens for the inability to read people’s thoughts. “What are you doing here Mr. Ravel?” My eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Are you stalking me?”
Smiling, he slipped his hand into his pocket. “Be assured that I’m no stalker.” He jerked his chin towards a gigantic skyscraper behind me. “I live there and I happened to notice you whilst I was about to go in.”
“You live there?” I blurted out sheepishly which made him smile again. Turning to the left, I stared at the building and then back at the spot where I was once seated before returning my skeptical gaze to Ravel. “You’re trying to tell me that you saw me from that distance? How is that even possible?”
“When something captures my attention, even distance won’t stop me from taking notice.” Tilting my head, I stared at him scrutinizingly, that was when I took notice of his tired features and the almost invisible dark circles around his eyes. “You want to come in for a drink?”
What?! “No!” How I blurted the word out made him bite his lower lips, in an attempt not to laugh. “I mean…” I cleared my throat, “it isn’t wise to follow a stranger into his house.”
Slowly, his smiling face morphed into a frown. “Strangers?” Nodding slowly, he took a step back retreating. Instantly I regretted my words. “I just returned from a business trip, so I can’t take you out for lunch right now. What do you think about dinner?”

My conscience will not permit me to reject his offer. “Sure, Dinner will be great.”
His smile returned. “Great. I already have your number, but I’m going to need your address so I can come pick you up myself.”
My address? Hell no! “How about you send the address of the restaurant and I’ll meet you there.” I’m living with crazy females. Once they catch sight of his car and the fact that he has money, they’ll be on him until he has sex with them.
“You want to meet me there?” He drawled out slowly. “Okay, if that’s what you want.” It’s obvious that he has his reservations, but the fact that he respected what I wanted made me smile. “You have a lovely smile.”
I blushed hard. “Thank you.” A car h onked from a distance, taking both our attention away from each other. “Is that for you?”
“Mhmm.” He took a step closer to me, “I should be preparing for a meeting at the moment, but something more important seems to be stealing my time.”
Something more important? ‘Don’t smile Hazel! Don’t smile
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Chapter 21
I smiled.
“Something important huh?”
“Mhmm.” He closed in on me, his face a few inches away from mine. “I don’t know what I’m more in love with, your smile
smile. or the wrinkles that form at the side of your eyes when you
How can one man’s word and proximity leave me this breathless? “You gotta chose one mister.” I teased, something I haven’t done since I got out of rehab. The car h o nked again and I found myself smiling, probably to ease the tension between us. “Your driver is impatient, maybe you should get going”
“I’m going to kiss you.” He whispered, placing a hand on my neck, and before I could form a coherent response thanks to my failing brain, he placed his lips on mine and kissed me slowly.
Shocked at exactly what was going on, I stood still, frozen into stillness. Ravel pulled back. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, “I shouldn’t have done that without getting a response from you.” He cleared his throat, his hand falling to his side.
Before he could pull away completely, I did something irrational. I stood on my tip-toe and kissed him, harder than he did. If he was shocked by my action, he didn’t let it show; he simply kissed me back with the same fervor.
It took another h onking from the driver to pull us about. Ravel placed his forehead on mine and chuckled. “I’ve never considered firing Raymond until this moment.” He pecked my lips again before stepping away.
“Your driver?”
“My driver wouldn’t dare to interrupt me like that.” He pulled out his phone, glanced at the screen, and frowned. I’m guessing the Raymond guy just texted him. “I’ll get a reservation, then send you the time and address.”
“Sure.” He winked at me before walking away. Despite being late to the meeting he spoke about, Ravel practically strutted towards his car as though he was modeling on a runway and I shamelessly stared at his a ss.
“You sure took your time Hazel!” Mr. Harrison bellowed from his desk. “You care to tell me why it took you four hours to make delivery?”
Because I decided to stare at the water fountain and ended up getting the best kiss of my life. “The client took his time during payment.”