The Greek Billionaire's Mistress

Chapter Nine

CARA

I didn't sleep.

Couldn't sleep.

Which is why I found myself grunting in pain as I let myself off the bed, trying hard not to overstress my very sore body. It was night time, and I was already regretting my decision to stay at Adrian's place. I hadn't even told Gabriel when he called. I knew if I had done so, he would have been so ecstatic, hearing that I now temporarily lived with Adrian Nikalauo.

I opened the door as slowly as possible, and almost felt my spirit leave my body when the door made a squeaky sound.

"f*****g door!" I whispered, eying the door like I could make it disappear. I waited two seconds, then peeked into the hallway to see if there was anyone. When I didn't see anybody, I breathed a sigh of relief and started to make my painful journey to the kitchen. I was hungry. I hadn't been able to eat the food Flora had brought for me earlier, because the drugs had rendered me really drowsy, I couldn't even open my mouth. Flora had been patient, spoon feeding me, but only successfully giving me a few that I could manage, before I had put her out of her misery. But she had promised to come back when I was stronger. Well...I had slept off. Until now.

My stomach growled loudly as I stood at the top of the staircase.

Why did it have to be such a long way down? I whined inside of me and took a deep breath, preparing myself for the pain that I knew will follow.

My feet were bare with one swollen ankle, making me lean heavily on one side. I was preparing to put my hand on the beam to support my weight, when a deep voice startled me.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, Ellison?" Adrian called from behind me.

Shocked, I turned to see him standing in front of the door which was next to the room I slept, wearing a very deep frown on his face.

He was dressed in PJs, which, I reluctantly had to admit, looked drool worthy on him.

How could someone look so good in pyjamas.

"I'm talking to you, Ellison!" he snapped, bringing me out of my daydream...well... night dream.

I stuttered as I tried to come up with and excuse. "Well...I uhh..." s**t! "I was hungry, okay. I just needed something to eat." I said, almost pinching myself for admitting the truth to him.

Now I was embarrassed.

Adrian looked ate like I had grown two horns on my head. "Are you being serious right now? You were hungry so you thought it was a good idea to leave the bed to go down two flights of stairs, in the state you are?" he sounded annoyed and frustrated. "You could have just called for someone to help you, damn it!" As he spoke, he slipped a hand through his head, drawing my attention to his full head of hair. It was so dark, with the dim lights, highlighting the shininess.

The man was attractive.

"I didn't want to be a bother." I said, in defense. To Elena, I didn't want to be a bother. To him, I didn't want to see him.

He paused with his hand in his hair and arched a thick brow. "Oh? Because since I backed into you, you have been a bother." he said.

I narrowed my eyes at him, about to lash out, when my stomach growled loudly, startling me, and making Adrian laugh out loud.

"Oh hell." I whispered.

Before I could say anything, he had advanced towards me and lifted me into his arms. And once again, my nostrils were instantly attacked by his cologne. He smelled so good.

And with his arms around me, and his body pressing into my sides, I could already feel the heat course through me.

"Where are you going taking me to?" I asked, holding on to his shoulder with one of my hands. "I could walk, you know."

Adrian huffed. "Yeah right! The last thing I want is for you to collapse in my house. And I'm taking you to the kitchen." he said as he went down the stairs. As he spoke, his body vibrated.

We were so close, it was almost intimate.

Cut it out, Ellison.

I scolded myself.

But he's so warm...and...look at those muscles...the way they feel...jeez.

With each step, our bodies brushed against each other's, causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin. And my n*****s, which were not protected by a bra, tightened.

Oh dear.

I cleared my throat, looking for a way to distract myself from the warmth and comfort I was feeling, from being so close to Adrian.

"You seem to like lifting me up in your macho arms so much, Adrian." I said, in a teasing voice, and instantly wished I could take it back.

That was definitely not what I had in mind when I had said I wanted to say something to distract myself.

Adrian chuckled loudly as he stepped into the living room and made his way towards what I guessed was the kitchen. "Stop dreaming, Ellison. I have told you that the sooner you get well, the sooner you leave. I don't want anything that could jeopardize that. Stop saying nonsense, unless you want me to put you down. I mean, it would be fun going back up those stairs." his voice was light, bit because of how deep it was, it was difficult to determine if he was serious about the last sentence.

I tightened my hold on his shoulder. "Please don't." the thought of climbing the stairs made my ankle start to throb.

"Good." Adrian pushed the door open, with his side, and walked to the counter, which was surrounded by four chair, making it almost pass as a dining area of some sort, and put me gently in one of the chairs. "What would you like to eat?" he asked, standing next to me and giving me a pointed look.

I had never noticed before, but Adrian Nikalauo, had grey eyes. A very dark shade of grey, that could almost be mistaken for black. Beautiful.

ADRIAN

When Cara had accused me, I had defended myself almost immediately. But how could I admit, even to myself, that I loved the feel of her in my arms. This was the third time in the space of two days, and I was quickly growing accustomed to it. The first being the time I had backed my vehicle into her, the second being the time I had taken her to my room...and now...

My c**k was rock hard, from her brushing against me continuously as we went down the stairs.

What the hell had I gotten myself into?

She was the only woman on earth to ever get me hard, without having to do anything at all.

I felt like a horny teenager.

And it didn't help that she had drawn her bottom lips inside her mouth, as she seemed to ponder on what she wanted to eat. The move made me want to use my thumb to pull on the skin under the lip until she released the lip, then kiss her.

Dios!

As if she red my mind, she released her lip. And the redness and plumpness of it, had me pulling away sharply and busying myself with looking into the fridge.

Note to self: Do not stay alone in the kitchen, with a woman as beautiful as Cara Ellison. Especially not at night!

"I can't decide. I will have just about anything. I'm that hungry." she said from behind me, in a low voice.

This was at trap. I knew it.

The issue was, how I was going to survive around her, with a throbbing hard on, and a desire to kiss her and do other things...

Damn!

What had changed?

She was definitely still the annoying fireball of a woman who wanted to sue me and slander my name all over the media. The same one who was completely arrogant, even after I had payed off her hospital bill and stayed with her. A stranger.

Urgh!

Those thoughts did nothing to quench the heat that was burning in me.

"Okay then. There's left over salad...steak...and a whole lot in here. I'm sure I could whip you something. Give me a few minutes." I told her, and set to prepare dinner. If I could call it that, as it was almost 1am in the morning.

This was going to be a long ass night...morning...