The Lotus And The Billionaire

Chapter 35: Morning After A Fight

I wonder how I came to choose Alvarez on that night. Perhaps the alcohol truly worked wonders that I ended up in his arms that night.

On a normal day, I would have repelled his very presence. But when I laid my eyes on him back then, when he crashed his lips onto mine, I had already abandoned my rationale.

Perhaps abandoning all my thoughts paid off, after all…

Hmm? How did I say so? Well, hearing Alvarez utter my name like a prayer as I bounced up and down his c**k felt so damned good. The way he encouraged me by complimenting the way I moved…

“Ah, Diaz, you’re so damn good at this…” he muttered under his breath.

I was slowly getting tired, but I tried to keep it up for him. After making him go through that kind of hell of a treatment, I knew I would have to make it up to him. And that’s why I resorted to this.

He squeezed my waist as he threw his head back. “Don’t squeeze in– f**k…”

“I…can’t anymore…” I managed to say as I allowed my body to slowly fall into his’ to tell him to take charge.

“Mm-hmm. You did great, my love. Now, it’s time to reward you…” he whispered as he caressed my nape, his searing touch slowly making its way towards my sensitive parts.

It was just that and I nearly came!

“Not…there— Hngh!”

Alvarez thrusted inside me, harsh and unforgiving. I nearly fell over, but he firmly held my waist in place as he paced back and forth, almost enough to break me.

“Ah, Diaz, you’re so good for me…” he whispered in my ear.

That triggered my release.

Fuck, why does he have to sound so damned sexy…

“Wanna go for another round?” he asked after helping me clean up in the tub.

“Go f**k yourself.”

“But you liked it more when I f****d you—”

“Shut up and sleep!”

—————

We made up, at long last.

I mean, it’s basically just the same as how we did before. As usual, we ended up in the bedroom for the final touch. Ha, I have already gotten used to this kind of setup, especially given how Alvarez has bottled up his anger and frustrations for a long time.

And right now, I lie awake in his arms. To be honest, I feel more comfortable sleeping like this. I always get cold in the middle of the night, but with him being so close to me, it doesn't feel that way anymore.

I stared at the ceiling, my head empty as I waited for Alvarez to wake up. He seemed to be sleeping so soundly that I couldn’t find it in me to try and wake him up. I don’t think he’d appreciate it if I tried to, anyway. He’s terrible to deal with when he has just woken up.

As I was contemplating everything I’d been doing for the past few weeks, I heard Alvarez groan. Oh, he’s probably going to wake up soon….

I slowly turned to Alvarez’s side and waited for him to open his eyes. It was not long before he finally looked at me, looking disheveled, perhaps because I ended up messing up his hair too much.

“Morning, gorgeous…” he muttered as he nuzzled his face to my neck.

He’s annoying when he wakes up. I assume he’s still groggy after everything we did last night. Damn, he’s lucky it’s a weekend and we don’t have to go to work today.

“Get up right this instant,” I replied as I tried to push his hand away.

“No. Five more minutes.”

“I have to go out! This is my only free time!”

He sighed and refused to remove his arm around my waist, grinning. “Spend your free day with me instead. You’ll love my company.”

“I’ll hate it.”

“You won’t.”

“It’s not that I’m spending my free time with you, it’s that I’m spending it arguing with you.”

Alvarez opened his eyes and raised a brow at me. “No, you won’t. I’ll try to behave and not annoy you. How does that sound?”

“That’ll be weird.”

“Why?”

I remained silent as I tried to think of an excuse to use to stop him from making me stay with him for today. To be honest, there’s no reason not to. But before anything else, I’ll have to convince him not to stay here.

Right now, I feel really worried when I’m going out, but I know it’ll be fine as long as I have all these bodyguards with me. It feels as though I have nothing to worry about this way.

After everything that happened over the past weeks, I deemed myself worthy of a little relaxation. I have actually created an itinerary in my head already, but if Alvarez doesn’t allow me, I might settle for online shopping.

What a shame it would be, though…

“I want to go out. For a little relaxation, I guess,” I told him while he made himself comfortable, still refusing to let me leave.

“What? Why?”

“To relieve stress…” I trailed off as I lightly pinched his skin out of boredom. “I just want to go out and feel the fresh air. I’ve gotten sick and tired of the smell of paper and coffee all the damn time. Just this once, I’d like to have a little enjoyment.”

Alvarez didn’t speak for quite some time, so I figured he was thinking about it. I’m pretty sure he understood my point because he wouldn’t be contemplating it otherwise.

I waited.

And waited.

Until my patience could no longer bear it.

“Are you going to let me go or not?” I asked, beginning to get annoyed.

He snickered and removed his arm around me. “You have a terrible temper. Fine, but I’ll accompany you.”

I, for one, am an amalgamation of terrible things. Sure, I may have attractive features, but my personality isn’t one. It…makes me feel terrible, but after everything that happened, I found myself gradually changing. As time flew by, I felt as if things seemingly kept getting worse, from my personality to my situation.

After talking it out with Alvarez, I figured I needed to let out some steam. I’ve had all these emotions bottled up inside me, after all. I was way too afraid that I’d end up causing more trouble than I already have. And then he’d have all the more reason to call me Trouble.

“Where do you want to go? We’ll do everything you want today,” he told me as he wore a boxer to cover up a little.

He looks good. Delectable, even.

Kidding!

“Just a salon, then a few boutiques.”

“Haven’t you had enough shopping?” he asked, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

“Shut up,” I replied as I slowly got up. “I’ll place them in my wardrobe at home, so you don’t have to worry about me taking all the space in your penthouse.”

“I didn’t say anything about that,” he replied as he threw me a robe. “Get yourself ready. I’ll come down to cook breakfast for us.”

I raised a brow, teasing. “You’re spoiling me too much.”

“As if I have a choice.”

I let out a chuckle as I tried to stand up, still afraid my legs would give up immediately. “Just admit you already like me.”

“Alright. I’ll admit that I see you as a f*****g i***t,” he replied as he smiled sarcastically.

“Manchild,” I whispered to him as I walked past him while carrying my towel.

“Brat,” he retorted as he tried to grab my waist.

Luckily, I was able to dodge his hold. To be honest, I don’t mind him doing that, but I really can’t figure out why he acts like that towards me. He’s never immature in front of anyone else, not even people he’s close with.

Oh, wait. Have I seen him interact with his friends up close? I think not. Maybe I just haven’t had a chance to see whether he’s also that way towards his friends.

“Watch out, Diaz,” he told me as I made my way to the bathroom.

“For what?”

“If I catch you, we’re staying inside this bedroom for the rest of the day.”

I stared at him, trying to understand what he had just told me. I thought he was talking about what he told me earlier. Spending the entire day with him, that is.

Until it sank into me…

“No way! Why do you get to decide that, anyway?!”

Instead of answering, he just chuckled and got out of the bedroom, perhaps so he could cook us breakfast. Good thing he’s taking that responsibility now that he has free time. I’m quite tired of always taking care of such mundane chores every single day.

As I was taking a bath, I tried to think hard and clearly about certain things…

“I wonder if Alvarez’s plan is already in motion…” I muttered as I played with the petals in the tub.

So far, I’ve found no dirt from Alvarez’s things. I’ve been given plenty of times to check, but not once did I find anything suspicious that he could be using to plot against me. At first, I thought it was just him being meticulous, but I began to think that it might not be a coincidence, after all.

As I looked out of the glass window, my body finally relaxed after all that soreness almost rendered me limp. I can’t feel the wind through all these walls, but for some reason, my skin remembers the feeling. A smile escaped from my lips, glad that the weather seemed to be cooperating well with me.

I took my sweet time bathing, knowing full well that Alvarez is still busy cooking. It was always the case whenever he was the one to prepare our meals! I’m not sure why he always takes so long, but I’m already assuming that it has something to do with him being very competitive with me.

True enough, he was just serving when I came to the kitchen. I had already picked what to wear, but I haven’t worn them yet as I’m afraid my clothes would get dirty.

“Eat up, mi amor,” he told me, smirking, as he pulled a chair for me.

“You’ve got to stop doing this. It gives me the creeps.”

He simply chuckled while I rolled my eyes at him, refusing to give him a compliment. The waffles and sandwiches somehow made such an enticing aroma that I could already hear my stomach grumbling, encouraging me to eat.

I seriously didn’t want to feed Alvarez’s ego that I simply ate quietly. However, I’m pretty sure my facial expressions had already given me away. I mean, the meals he makes are heavenly! I don’t feel that way towards my dishes as I’m used to eating them, but I still won’t lose to Alvarez.

Never. I’m never going to admit that he’s better than me.

“What do you think?” he finally asked me after a long stretch of silence, looking worried.

“About what?”

“About the food I cooked.”

“I think it’s okay,” I replied without expressing any emotion.

I was trying so hard to suppress the laugh I was holding because he looked like he couldn’t bear the thought of me not reacting too much! To be honest, he looks constipated right now, as if he’s wondering if I didn’t like the food or not.

Oh, this is quite amusing. It’d be nice to wait until he asks me again. He’ll probably stop me from going out with what I’m doing, but as I’ve said countless times before, it’s fun to have him under my mercy.

“Diaz,” he called, looking serious.

“What?”

“Give me your honest opinion about what I cooked.”

“I told you, it’s okay.”

“I know you’re just testing me. Is it bad or is it good? Just either of the two–”

“It’s fine,” I replied as I smiled cheekily.

Provoking him…somehow gives me some sort of weird feeling that I did not wish to entertain.

Looking back at it, I feel terrible…