Chapter 69: Chapter 69

''If I had to choose between breathing and loving you, I'd save my last breath to say 'I love you'.'' - geniusquotes.org

Azura's POV

I was dumbfounded by his statement

"You're mine, only mine."

What did he mean? Did he like me? Did he desire me? Why me? I was nothing special. He was five years older and exceptionally gorgeous, a billionaire, with high status and influence. Why would he be interested in a simple poor barista like me?

The way he got furious at me for friend-zoning him, and left abruptly had me thinking hard. What did he want from me? He could find a physical relationship anywhere with anyone.

I couldn't resist him, I was a mess of nerves and emotions around him. I just couldn't calculate his next move, he was so unpredictable. Did he really love my coffee so much that he had me shift into his luxurious penthouse, right next door to his own bedroom?

Confused as ever, I just got ready for bed, put on my pajamas, and went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up early at 5 o'clock and took a shower and went to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast.

Adrian came in wearing only a pair of shorts, that hung precariously low on his waist. His drool-worthy bare chest, his tight abs, and rippling muscles were enough to make anyone lose her senses. I tried to focus on the task at hand, that is to find the utensils and prepare breakfast. I started the coffee maker and searched for a frying pan and spatula for making stuffed omelets. He came towards me, staring at me like I was his breakfast, What are you making for me?" He asked as he looked at my lips, my neckline, his eyes taking in my v-neck T-shirt and my shorts-clad legs.

"Stuffed omelets, fruit salad, and coffee," I told him, relieved to have found the whisking bowl. I collected all the ingredients I needed and brought them over to the kitchen counter. With him following me around, it was really taking all my willpower to concentrate on the task at hand. I started chopping while he stood mesmerized, his hand on the counter breathing down my neck. How could I cook with a semi-nude gorgeous specimen breathing hot air into my neck?

"Why don't you sit down there?" I said, pointing to a small breakfast nook in one corner of the kitchen. I tried hard to prepare the omelets to perfection but the simple task was driving me crazy. I had never been so self-conscious in my entire eighteen years of life. Couldn't he put on some clothes?

"Why? Can't concentrate?" he asked with a smirk when I felt his mouth skimming my neck.

"It's not that. You'll get tired standing," I lied as he chuckled knowingly.

" I have lots of energy. Try me, I don't get tired that easily, " he said with a throaty chuckle that stirred me in the wrong places.

I blushed profusely and served the food on two plates. Did he mean what I think he did or do I have a dirty mind?

I chopped the fruits for the salad while he sat at the kitchen counter right under my nose and stared at me. "What?" I asked.

"I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," he said with a grin, his eyes dancing with amusement.

"I have to go to work. Here's your breakfast," I said, handing him his plate all the while ignoring his statement, but he chuckled at my flushed pink cheeks.

I carried mine to the breakfast table and sat to eat. He came and sat opposite me and we ate in silence, enjoying the food. I tried to avoid looking at his naked torso. Why couldn't he wear a shirt? He sipped his coffee and watched me all the more while I squirmed under his gaze.

"My work is at the head office. I can't go to Parkland Manor today. After your duty, my chauffeur will bring you home and you can study here. We can eat dinner together when I return, " he said.

"Okay. I will clean your apartment in the meantime," I informed him as he instantly shot up from his chair.

"No, I have a housekeeper who comes in to clean, thrice a week. You will only cook for the two of us, and eat with me. Understood?" he asked gruffly.

I nodded wondering why he needed to pay a cleaner when I could do the work!

"I'll get ready for work," he said. I stood up and carefully avoiding his body hovering around me, cleared the table.

He followed me to the kitchen sink, as I rinsed the dishes. "Use the dishwasher," he said, helping me place all the dishes and start the dishwasher. I turned to go to my room to get ready but collided with his bare chest instead. His hands came up and held me flush against him.

"Sorry, I was just going to change," I said awkwardly, trying to extricate myself and escape. When he didn't leave me, I looked up at him with my heart racing inside my rib cage. I was already aware of his smooth tanned skin and bulging muscles beneath my palm when I touched his chest lightly to extricate myself. The air around us was charged with a tension that I was sure even he might have noticed.

He kept staring into my eyes holding me tightly in his arms. "Adrian, I'll be late for work," I said, yet he didn't leave me.

"What do you want?" It slipped from my mouth before I could control myself.

"You know what I want," he said huskily making me blush. Why did I have to ask him? It was like banging my head against a wall!

"Please let me go," I said, knowing that he wanted to kiss me.

"No," he said molding my body to his. I could feel his arousal against my body, causing me to react intensely to him.

I tiptoed and kissed his cheek, "There, now let me go?" I said but he growled and claimed my lips hungrily. He bit my lip and I gasped, making him shove his tongue into my mouth, caressing every recess. I kissed him back the same way, my hand going around his neck, while the other stroked his chest. He groaned with pleasure and the kiss turned wild and sensual, while he sucked passionately, devouring me totally. I would definitely get a love bite the way he was devouring me.

He looked into my eyes, his breathing erratic, and I touched his cheek. This man was really driving me crazy. I didn't have any control over myself around him. He treated me like a cherished jewel, and took care of me, of my family.

"Will you be my date tonight? There's a family dinner for my brother and his fiancé," he asked wanting me to say yes.

"I can't. I would feel out of place." I said confusedly, snatching my hand away.

"You won't. I'm not taking no for an answer," he said, releasing me abruptly and going upstairs to get ready.