One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 15: Lovemaking and dinner with Raymond

Lena POV

"Not until you go and apologize to Evans and promise not to act out of line again."

All this while Sylvia had been silent, until she finally snapped.

She shoved Ashley aside and turned to me.

"This is how you handle it, Lena," Sylvia said calmly. "When you encounter a fly that won’t stop buzzing, you either squash it, or swat it aside."

"Some people aren’t worth listening to," she added. "Their mouths only spit lies."

I burst out laughing. I had no idea Sylvia had this side to her.

There was something noble about her—an air of authority, like an upper-class lady used to command respect.

"Y-you!" Ashley stammered. "Sylvia, how dare you push me? You are just an assistant! I’ll deal with you, and I’ll make sure Evans fires you when he returns!"

"I’d like to see him try," Sylvia shot back.

We left the coffee shop together. Sylvia was still fuming once we got outside.

I couldn’t stop laughing, it was refreshing to finally have someone stand up for me instead of the other way around.

"I can’t stand her," Sylvia said. "Not before, not now. I don’t know how you tolerated her, Lena."

"I don’t know how I did either," I replied. "Because

I can’t stand her now."

"Let’s go."

Right on cue, Sullivan pulled the car up front. I gestured for Sylvia to get in as he opened the door.

Inside the car, we chatted about random things. I told her I wanted to cook for Raymond, to thank him for helping me the other day, but I wasn’t sure what to make.

She suggested a few dishes before I dropped her off at her place.

To my surprise, Sylvia lived in an extremely expensive neighborhood, second only to where Raymond lived.

That only deepened my suspicion about her background, but I decided to let it go for now.

When we arrived home, Sullivan opened the door for me.

"Thank you, Sullivan."

"You’re welcome, ma’am."

As I looked around, I noticed Raymond’s car parked in front. He was already back.

I hurried inside and arrived just in time to see Bertha bringing out fresh vegetables and stock.

"Hello, Bertha."

She turned, saw me standing at the kitchen door, and smiled warmly.

"Welcome back. I hope you enjoyed your outing."

"I did," I said. "I’d like to make dinner for Raymond tonight. Would that be possible?"

"Of course, ma’am. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll help set it aside."

"Please, call me Lena," I corrected gently.

She smiled. "Oh, right. Okay, Lena."

I hurried upstairs to change into casual wear, shorts and a polo.

When I got to the kitchen, I noticed Bertha had already brought out everything I needed to make breakfast for Raymond, and it warmed my heart.

"Thank you, Bertha," I told her.

"You’re welcome, Lena. Would you like me to stay and assist you?"

"No, it’s okay. I can manage."

Cooking was nothing to me. My mother had always made it a habit to prepare my dad’s meals herself, and I learned from watching her. Over the years, I’d perfected my skills.

I moved seamlessly around the kitchen, humming softly as I cooked.

"I didn’t know you could cook."

I turned and saw Raymond leaning against the doorway, his head resting on the frame, smiling. I became lost in those mesmerizing eyes again. Can someone really be this handsome?

"Lena, am I really that handsome that you can’t take your eyes off me?" he asked, snapping me out of my trance.

I retorted quickly, "You wish. I wasn’t even looking at you."

I turned away to hide my flushed face, silently berating myself for being so obvious. Did I really have to drool every time I saw him?

"Alright, hide it all you want. It doesn’t change the fact that I saw you drool," he said as he stepped closer.

I was already squirming, wishing he would just leave. I didn’t expect his next words.

"Do you want me to make love to you right here in the kitchen?" he asked.

"I can see you taking off my clothes with your eyes. Since I’m a nice person, I can bring your wish to life."

He said that while rubbing his hands over my ass, which caught me completely off guard.

"No, I don’t want that," I said quickly. "I just want to make dinner for you to thank you for saving me from my family the other day."

I turned to face him fully.

"Can I choose another way for you to thank me?" he asked.

Naively, I agreed, thinking he probably wasn’t hungry.

"Okay. What do you want?" I asked.

"I want you," he replied.

"No, I’m not on the table," I shot back, silently grateful that I had already finished cooking.

Otherwise, we would have burned the house down tonight with our constant bickering.

"Girl, you already agreed. And you’ve been on the table since the night you signed that contract. Didn’t you read it?"

As he spoke, he cleared the table with one hand and started pulling at my top.

"I did, but..." I trailed off when I realized what he was doing.

He lifted me effortlessly and dropped me onto the kitchen table.

His lips trailed kisses along my neck, my face, before capturing my mouth in a deep kiss. His kisses drowned all my complaints. Soon, the only sound left was my own moaning, which startled me.

I pushed him back quickly and covered my mouth.

"Bertha will hear us."

"What if she walks in?" I asked.

"She wouldn’t dare," he replied calmly.

"Stop talking," he said, irritation seeping into his voice.

He kissed me again. His hands moved expertly, unhooking my bra, massaging my breasts before his mouth followed. I threw my head back, moaning openly.

My eyes almost rolled back when he touched my clit. His fingers slipped inside me, then withdrew. Moments later, he unhooked his pants, and his huge dick stood before me.

I swallowed hard.

He positioned himself at my folds, one hand gripping my ass as he slowly pushed inside me, filling me completely.

We moved together in rhythm. He held me tightly, thrusting slowly, deeply. The sensation was heavenly. I rocked my body against his, resting my head on his neck as I clung to him.

Something began to build inside me. My breathing quickened, my moans grew louder. I didn’t even know what I was begging for, I just kept calling his name until everything exploded inside me.

Raymond quickened his pace, pounding into me harder until he buckled inside me as well.

Exhaustion washed over me, leaving me weak and sleepy. He lifted me up and carried me upstairs.

"You need to start exercising to improve your stamina," he said. "You can’t keep falling asleep after every little lovemaking."

I didn’t respond. I was truly exhausted.

He took me into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

The warm water soothed my skin, and I opened my eyes, enjoying it.

Raymond didn’t leave. He stepped into the shower with me.

We bathed together, his hands roaming, kneading my breasts, kissing me like we hadn’t just made love minutes ago. I wondered where he got his strength from.

When he turned off the shower, I thought we were done—but I was wrong.

He went down on one knee and lifted one of my legs. I quickly tried to cover myself, embarrassed by the way he was staring at me.

"Keep your hands still, Lena. Remember, your body is mine for two years."

"That doesn’t mean you can do every shameless thing you want," I snapped. "If you have some weird fetish, go do it with other girls, not me."

I was already pissed. Every minute, he reminded me of the contract. One day, he might ask me to jump into a lagoon, and when I complained, he’d just pull it out.

What a joke.

"Trust me," he said calmly. "You’ll love what I want to do to you. You might even beg for more."

"I don’t want you to do anything. All I wanted was to make dinner for you, and now here we are."

He paused, then stood up. "Alright. Let’s postpone the fun for another time."

To my shock, he actually listened. He turned the shower back on, and water cascaded over our bodies again.

After a few minutes, he turned it off, and we stepped out.

He helped dry me despite my protests.

"Lena, you have a beautiful body. I can’t help staring at it all day. Let me."

I didn’t mind him drying me, it was the way his hands kept lingering that made it difficult not to moan.

When he was done, I went into the closet. Every nightwear there was sexy. I sighed. Definitely

Raymond’s doing. Before this contract ended, I might actually turn into a slut.

I put on lingerie and an oversized shirt. When I came out, Raymond was already dressed in dark shirt without collar and dark pants, and he complained immediately.