THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 51: Know where you are...

Chapter 51: Know where you are...

"I’m going to take a bath," Angel announced the moment they stepped back into the room.

Tryson couldn’t help but smile as he watched her head toward the door.

But just as she was about to take another step, a teasing glint flashed in his eyes. In one swift motion, he grabbed her hand and pulled her close.

Angel gasped, startled as she collided unexpectedly into his arms.

Her breath hitched when Tryson gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for a moment.

His gaze locked onto hers, deep and admiring, making her heartbeat quicken in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

"What are you planning to do, Tryson?" Angel asked, her voice edged with curiosity as she caught him staring at her in silence.

A slow, knowing smile spread across Tryson’s lips as he leaned in, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Then, a dangerously wicked smirk curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, I don’t want you to just walk away. Do you have any idea how much I already miss you?" he teased, watching as Angel bit her lip, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.

Flustered, she gently nudged his arm.

"Stop being such a baby. I just want to take a bath," she huffed, forcing a playful smile—yet Tryson only pouted in response.

"Why don’t I just tag along then? You and I—" Tryson drawled playfully, running his tongue across his lips as he spoke.

Angel, caught off guard by his teasing, felt heat rush to her cheeks. Flustered, she swatted his shoulder with a gasp.

"Oh, Tryson! Don’t be such a pervert!" she huffed, slipping from his grasp before he could react.

Before he could utter another word, she darted into the bathroom, slamming the door shut just as he reached for her.

Tryson jerked to a stop, his hand hovering inches from the door. Amused, he chuckled, his voice smooth and taunting. "You can run, Angel... but not for long."

He spoke casually, but in the next instant, he could easily imagine Angel resting against the doorframe, likely blushing deeply until she decided to step into the shower for her bath.

His smirk deepened into something darker, more dangerous. Then, as if snapping back to reality, his eyes flickered toward his phone, his expression shifting once more.

He lifted his phone to his ear after dialing a number, his expression unreadable. Without another glance, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room.

The call barely rang twice before a smooth, knowing voice greeted him from the other end.

"I was starting to think you wouldn’t call. But then again, it’s you, Tryson. Sooner or later, you always come back to me," Riley purred, amusement laced in her tone.

Tryson’s grip on his phone tightened, his jaw clenching as a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes.

"You know exactly why I called you," he said, his voice low and edged with something dark.

Riley chuckled softly, unfazed.

She knew Tryson too well to be surprised. He had made a move—one that would undoubtedly come at a price. And given the circumstances, not reaching out to her would have been nothing short of reckless.

"Well then, I’ll be waiting for you," Riley said smoothly, her words laced with amusement.

Tryson’s brows furrowed instantly. "What do you mean? I don’t even know where your room is," he said, irritation creeping into his tone.

A soft chuckle drifted through the phone. "Oh, Tryson... Have you already forgotten when I told you to come meet me?" Riley teased.

Silence.

She smirked, sensing his hesitation.

"Well then, let me make it easy for you—I’m just across from your room. If you really want to know what you’re thinking, you’ll have to come and find out for yourself," she said, her voice turning sultry.

And just like that, the line went dead.

Tryson slowly lowered the phone from his ear, his jaw tightening as his expression hardened. Without hesitation, he turned and strode toward the room where he knew Riley would be waiting.

Reaching the door, he wrapped his fingers around the handle, only to find it unlocked.

Typical Riley.

A small scoff left his lips—she always had a way of setting the stage.

With a push, he stepped inside.

The room was bathed in a soft, flickering glow. The overhead lights were dimmed, leaving only the hypnotic dance of candle flames to illuminate the space.

Shadows stretched across the walls, moving with the rhythm of the flickering light, wrapping the room in an air of mystery.

"Riley?" Tryson called out as he stepped further into the room, his sharp gaze sweeping over the dimly lit space.

His steps slowed when he noticed a trail of rose petals scattered across the floor, leading him deeper inside—straight to the bedroom.

And there she was.

Seated at the edge of the bed, Riley lounged with effortless confidence, dressed in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties, her long, sultry stockings adding to the allure.

Her hair cascaded to one side, damp strands framing her face as she held his gaze. A slow, mischievous smirk curved her lips, daring him to make the next move.

Tryson’s breath hitched for just a fraction of a second before his expression darkened.

Riley had set the stage perfectly.

"Well, as you can see, I dressed exactly the way you like whenever we have sex," Riley said, her voice smooth and unapologetic.

She didn’t miss the way Tryson’s expression darkened, the fire flickering in his eyes.

He was furious—she could feel it. But did she care?

Not in the slightest.

She knew him too well, knew that his anger was just a façade. Beneath that hardened exterior, she could already predict his next move.

Leaning back slightly, she smirked.

"I was planning on spending my honeymoon with you while you kept up the charade with that fool," she added, her tone dripping with amusement.

The words hung in the air like a challenge, daring him to respond.