Chapter 62: Chapter 62

My heart drops heavily as he walk out, my mind couldn't steady what to think about. I wanted him to leave because I didn't feel safe around him. Then why am I now feeling sad about my decision?

Maybe because he knows what he's done and is already beating himself for it and you still choose to ignore that.

I take the next minute contemplating what to do.

I have to tell Rory the truth, the whole truth because he deserves to know. I do not plan on having a relationship filled with lies and deceptions, at least not with him. Rory has been heartbroken before by Ginger because she had treated him like a fool, but I don't want that because I love him and want a future with him. Yes, I do want a future with him. I want to call him mine, I want to hold his hand in the face of the world and kiss him in public, I want to have his children as many as we want and never be apart. I want to make a home with him and love him until I die.

After a couple of minutes, the door opens and Rory walks in, looking sad and dull. I feel a sting in my heart for him and many question race through my mind.

Did something go wrong?

Did the deal get cancelled?

Is that why he doesn't look happy?

My eyes fill with concern as I walk to him and touch his face, but to my surprise and confusion, he pulls away. I withdraw my hand and move back, I know something is not right, but I just can't wrap my hand around what is.

"What's wrong?" I carefully ask even as I feel like a cold weight is being laid on my heart.

"Where's Keenan?" He asks instead, ignoring my question.

"He left. Had to go back to work. He got a call. From work. I guess." I stumble over every word, knowing Keenan had told me a lie and now I am telling Rory the same lie.

I hate lying 'cause it will never end. One lie leads to another, and then another and then it never ends until you're completely swallowed up.

"He gets bored sometimes eh?" He raises an eyebrow at me

"He seems to have his own problems. Woman problem." I repeat Rory earlier explanation.

"I got bored at the business date and to had to leave." He confesses with a sheepish grin. "I missed you immediately I left."

"Isn't that going to affect the shipment into China?"

"Yes." He answers with a less caring less expression.

"That isn't good for business every business deal matters no matter how small."

He exclaims in remembrance. "Ah! Yes, I forgot you were studying accounting before."

"Yes, I am." I nod vehemently. "Promise you're going to ask for another date."

He nods in promising. "I promise." He wraps his large warm arms around me in a secure manner. "I need you to come out with me tonight for my family's dinner."

I stare into his eyes hoping to see if he's joking, but he holds no sign of humour in his voice or expression. "You're not joking."

He narrowed his eyes, seeming a little lost. "No. I'm not."

Weirdly enough, all I want to do now is bolt away from his arms and like he can read my mind, he tightened his arms around me possessively, tilting my head up so I get to look into his eyes. "What's wrong, hun?"

"Your family is what is wrong" I honestly answer.

"I want you to meet my family and yes I know it's gonna be a terrible night, but at least they get to see us and how we are."

"You know your family does not like your other woman and your mom boldly showed her dislike for me days back at your engagement party. She offered to pay me off you."

"Do you love me?" His question takes me by surprise and once again I ask myself if I love him?

Of course, I love him, more than anything. He is the only reason I don't think of how messed up I am and our love is, the only thing I've been holding on to since I realised how hopelessly in love I was with him. That same love is the reason I get to smile even while my mind screamed at me to run away from Rory. The love I feel for him is the reason I have been and still am going against Mycole's vision and the reason I hope for the best in everything I do with him.

"I love you. Yes."

"That's all I need to hear." He pecks my lips and walk to his chair and sits down. "Come." He ushers with his hand and tap on his lap. "Straddle me."

"No." I shake my head, "you're getting too naughty, Rory." I scold teasingly.

He pouts innocently and I have to roll my eyes so I don't fall for his trap. "Only for you, love. Only for you. Come sit." He orders and the force of his voice makes me take a step towards him. I watch him watch me gingerly as I walk to him and straddle him in his chair.

My position doesn't let our bodies touch below and so his hand immediately race to grab and take possession of my waist, I guess to pull me down, but I stop him. "Hold it," I order and he growls helplessly as his hands fall away in obedience.

I don't know where the courage or the mischievous thought to take advantage of his situation comes from, but it does come and more than anything right now I want to take advantage of the opportunity to control and push him to his limit.

"Sweet torture." He cusses lowly, and I grin wickedly at the sweet torture he seems to be going through.

"At least it's sweet." I lower my lips to his and he watches me curiously, inspecting my every little move. But instead of kissing him like he is hoping, my teeth bite on his lower lips not too softly and not too hard.

"Fuck!" He cursed louder when my hand sneak into his shirt and lightly caressed his muscled stomach. "Love if you don't want me pounding on you in the middle of my office, you'd stop whatever wickedness you're doing right now."

"What wickedness?" I ask, acting clueless as I run my tongue on his lips and insert it into his mouth and he sucks it in obediently without questioning, but I pull back almost immediately.

"This." He grumbles, with a light chuckle.

"You said to straddle right?"

His cheek deepens with a deep shade of red and he bites his lips in embarrassment. "Well, I didn't know I won't be permitted to touch you."

"Oh, you don't like this then." I kiss the thick line across his jaw and then down his neck and nip on his Adam apple and he moans louder and louder as I continue my sweet torture on his sensitive spot.

"I'm not so strong on control, Taylor I might not be able to control myself or want if you continue," he warns, his hands gripping the arm of his chair hard and I pull away.

With my brow rising, I ask. "You were yesterday."

"It rarely happens." He confesses, his breath heavy and his eyes shut tightly.

I instantly remember Keenan words "He has never been human in bed."

Then he was telling the truth when he said Rory didn't have control in the bed.

"Why."

"Ginger." His single answer seems to explain a lot.

"You did yesterday." I cup his face affectionately and stare at him. "You always can."

He nods, "Okay."

"You can touch me," I say, wanting to feel his hands on me as well, it is a need I seem to also crave.

At my word his hand races to work, his lips catching mine and giving it a deep long kiss.

"No, Miss Paris, you can't go in." My ear catches the thin fading voices from outside.

"Get out of my way, stupid!"

The door flings open and we pull away as Paris walks in looking like one ready to murder someone and she glace at Rory angrily with a red cheek which I fear might explode soon. After a few moments of her hard glare at Rory, her eyes lower and it lands on me.

"You."