The Billionaire’s Games (The Billionaire’s Obsession 2)

Back in New York, we settled down in our own apartments, putting our luggage away and cleaning up. Well, I cleaned up my own apartment I didn’t know if Evan hired someone to do it. To me, he seemed like the type of guy who’d do it himself though. In Tokyo, he always took care of his own stuff too. The mundane things like that had me curious. I knew for a fact that Evan could cook, he didn’t make the most complicated things, but the dishes he could make were good. He also loved to take care of the people around him and according to Nick before Evan and I started dating he’d always hang out at their place, keeping Emily company. Reaching for my phone I called my boyfriend, knowing even though he was probably getting some work done he’d still answer.

“Hey, you,” I said once he answered the phone.

“Hey, Zo.” He called back, sounding amused with me, “What’s up?”

“You busy?”

I heard movement and background noises which told me he was probably outside, heading somewhere.

“I just finished a meeting with Nick, I’m heading to your apartment actually.”

I smiled spread across my face, liking the fact that Evan couldn’t stay away from me. I wanted him near too, liking his company very much. It probably wasn’t healthy wanting to spend so much time with only one person. We needed to let other people in too.

“How about we head to Emily’s?”

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“You do that while I bake something. I think I should bring a cake.”

“I’ll be at your apartment in twenty,” Evan told me and then ended the call.

Placing my phone down on the coffee table I headed to the kitchen and started grabbing the products I needed. Instead of baking a cake which would take a bit too long for my liking, I decided to bake sugar cookies instead. They were easy to make and still delicious over a hot beverage. According to Evan Emily had a tea obsession, so I was sure she’d appreciate the effort.

While the cookies were in the oven I cleaned the kitchen and vacuumed the apartment. Evan arrived a few minutes later and grinned at me as he entered the apartment.

“Smells good in here, Zoey.”

“I baked cookies instead.” I told him, taking my hair out of the bun and running my fingers through it, “They’ll be done in a few minutes. What did Emily say?”

“She’s at home, can’t wait for us to come over. Said we should stay for dinner.”

“She’s cooking?”

Evan shook his head, “Too uncomfortable. They’ll order in.”

Settling on the couch Evan took his laptop out and tried to get some work done while I watched TV. Glancing at my boyfriend I watched him type away, his eyes focused on his screen and nothing else. I was annoyed with myself feeling hot and bothered just by looking at Evan being in work mode. I didn’t want to bother him, yet I couldn’t stay away from him either. I wanted to touch him, kiss him and do other things to him. I think he felt the change in me because he looked up and narrowed his eyes on me.

“Zoey?”

“Are you busy?”

He chuckled, his eyes gleaming amusingly, “You’ve asked me that question as well when you called me. It’s okay to tell me what’s on your mind.”

I reached for him, placing my hand against his chest, “What’s on my mind is a bit time-consuming.”

He knew exactly what I wanted, “What about your cookies?”

“The alarm will go off when they’re ready.”

He placed his laptop aside and grabbed onto my hand which was placed against his chest. With a tug, he pulled me to him and covered my mouth with his. He kissed me gently at first, teasing me, wanting to drive me inside. When a whining sound left my lips he deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue in, brushing his tongue against mine. Crawling on top of him I placed my hands on his shoulders and started grinding against him, feeling him getting into it. His hands cupped my ass while he held me tightly to him, letting me nip against his neck, kissing away.

“I called Priscilla this morning.”

I pulled away from him, staring at his face as he told me this important news while I was trying to get my boyfriend inside me. He ruined the moment.

“This was not the right time to tell me, Evan.” I muttered, placing a soft kiss to his lips, “What did you say to her?”

“That I wanted to talk to her personally, that there were things on my mind which I couldn’t tell her over the phone.”

That was a huge step for him. Evan would never say something like to his sister, not wanting to force anything upon her. He wanted her to be happy, always, not knowing any hardships in life. It was a fantasy because the hardships in life are what made people grow stronger.

“What did she say?”

A small smile spread across Evan’s face, but he looked unsure about it, “She’ll take the first plane back to New York.”

I cupped his face, not understanding why he looked so unsure about this. It meant that Priscilla loved her brother more than anything else. She’d drop everything to come to see him because she knew he was struggling. It made me hope she’d listen and give Evan what he wanted. It would be the first time he’d request something from her. I’m sure it would also shock Priscilla when he’d talk to her about his honest feelings.

“She’s a good girl, isn’t she.”

Evan smirked at me, “Don’t get fooled, she’s still my little, annoying sister.”

“She dropped everything to come to see you, she probably heard your voice and knew something was wrong. In my book that makes her a great little sister.”

Evan trailed his hands over my side, making me shiver at the feel of his soft stroke. He placed his hands upon my breasts and squeezed them lightly, his eyes darkening.

“Enough about that, how about you let me inside you now?”

I pushed against his shoulder, “I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“I’ll get you there.” He promised me.

He leaned in to kiss me but stopped midway when the alarm went off, letting me know my cookies were done. I quickly leaned in, pecked him on the lips and then got off his lap.

“We’ll continue things tonight.” I promised him, “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” I called over my shoulder as I headed into the kitchen.

I heard Evan’s chuckle, making me grin, “You’ll regret saying that.” He warned me.

“Why?” I called back, “You want to defile me?”