THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 92: Is this order...

Chapter 92: Is this order...

"Hm, is this the order for customer 206?"

A woman’s voice suddenly cut through the moment, interrupting their conversation. Both Angel and Tryson instinctively turned their heads toward the speaker, momentarily pulled back into reality.

Their smiles slowly faded as their gazes fixed on the woman clad in a crisp corporate uniform, a stark contrast to the casual atmosphere of the canteen.

In her hand, she carried a neatly folded paper bag.

Angel took a moment to process the woman’s words, then gave a small nod before reaching out to accept the bag.

"Yeah, thanks," she murmured as the bag was handed to her.

Just as she began to pull out the meal inside, Tryson, to her surprise, swiftly plucked the bag from her hands.

She turned to him with a playful pout, watching as he opened the container with a smirk. Without missing a beat, he scooped up a bite of food and lifted his gaze to meet hers.

"I should probably be the one serving you," he teased, holding the spoon out towards her. "It’s the gentlemanly thing to do, after all."

A warm blush crept up Angel’s cheeks as an unexpected flutter stirred within her. Tryson’s gesture, so effortlessly charming, sent her heart racing in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

She had never been treated this way before, and the unfamiliar warmth of it all made her heart flutter.

Yet, she couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across her lips as Tryson gently spooned the food into her mouth.

Like a child, she playfully snatched the spoon from his hand, giggling as she chewed.

Tryson, ever the mischievous one, continued feeding her between bites of his own, his teasing manner drawing soft chuckles from her.

They remained seated in the canteen as people gradually trickled out, leaving behind only a few lingering souls.

The gentle strumming of a guitar filled the air, the musician’s fingers gliding over the strings as she sang a romantic melody around the flickering fire.

When their meal was finally finished, Tryson reached for Angel’s hand, pulling her up before she could protest.

In one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her closer.

Angel gasped, her breath hitching for a moment, but as her gaze met Tryson’s, a soft smile spread across her lips.

The atmosphere around them was nothing short of magical—romantic, soothing, and utterly unforgettable.

The warm glow of the fire flickered in the distance, and the gentle melody from the guitarist wove through the night, making everything feel like a dream.

Tryson’s fingers intertwined with hers, holding her close as they swayed in sync, their eyes locked in a silent conversation only they could understand.

"I know there’s no way you can ever forget this moment," Tryson teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

Angel let out a soft laugh, shaking her head at his confidence. Her smile widened, this time more genuine than ever, as she curled her arms around his neck, letting herself melt into the slow dance.

Time seemed to slip away as they basked in the moment, but soon, their laughter echoed through the night as they made their way back to the hotel.

The door barely clicked shut behind them before an undeniable pull took over—without hesitation, their lips met in a heated, unexpected kiss as they stepped into the room.

With one hand, Tryson reached back to lock the door, the soft click echoing through the dimly lit room, sealing them in their own little world.

His other arm tightened around Angel’s waist, drawing her impossibly closer until their bodies were flush against each other, heat radiating between them.

Angel chuckled softly against his lips, the warmth of his touch sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.

She returned his kiss with growing intensity, matching the emotions that surged between them.

As they moved together in sync, stepping backward in a slow, teasing dance, Tryson’s lips wandered lower, trailing kisses along the fabric of her dress.

His fingers traced over her body with deliberate slowness, the anticipation in his movements making her breath hitch.

With practiced ease, he worked to strip away the barriers between them, his hands sliding over her skin as each piece of clothing fell away, leaving her bare beneath his touch.

Angel giggled at the featherlight kisses he pressed along her skin, the mix of tenderness and teasing making her heart race.

But as the moments passed, playful laughter melted into breathless whispers, and the air between them grew heavier, charged with a passion neither of them could resist.

The night soon turned feverish, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt both new and familiar, as if they had known each other in another lifetime.

The room filled with the sounds of their shared desire and moans, the world outside fading into insignificance as they lost themselves in each other with cries surrounding the room atmosphere.

But eventually, the intensity softened, giving way to a quiet stillness that was just as intoxicating.

Angel found herself wrapped securely in Tryson’s arms, her head resting against his chest as she listened to the steady rise and fall of his breath.

His lips moved lazily over her shoulder and neck, pressing gentle, lingering kisses as if trying to memorize the way she felt beneath him.

His face remained nestled against her skin, his breath warm as he inhaled her scent, savoring every moment as if afraid it would slip away too soon.

"You know," Tryson murmured, his voice husky and low, the weight of his emotions clear in his tone as his lips brushed near her ear, "I really don’t want this moment to end. I want to stay right here, with you, forever."

Angel let out a soft, breathy laugh, the warmth of his words settling deep in her chest. A wide, genuine smile spread across her lips as she curled even closer into him, feeling the undeniable comfort of being held in his embrace.

Angel lifted her head slightly, her fingers reaching up to gently caress Tryson’s cheek, the way one would soothe a child. Her touch was soft, affectionate, as if she were trying to commit the moment to memory.

"Neither of us wants this moment to end," she murmured, her voice laced with warmth. "But then... what can we really do?"

Tryson didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he shifted even closer, molding himself against her as if trying to fuse their bodies together.

Angel couldn’t help but smile as she felt his hand slowly slide across her bare stomach, his fingertips tracing delicate circles against her skin.

A shiver ran through her at the gentle caress, and when he pressed another lingering kiss against her neck, she sighed in quiet contentment.

"Trust me," Tryson whispered, his tone teasing as his lips hovered just beside her ear. "I’m sure the little one is excited too, especially after the—"

Before he could finish, Angel let out a soft laugh and playfully smacked his hand, shaking her head at his antics.

"Stop being naughty, Tryson," she chided, though the amusement in her voice betrayed her.

Tryson, undeterred, simply grinned before planting another quick kiss on her cheek. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he gazed at her.

"What do you expect me to do?" he said, his voice full of playful innocence. "I’m so into you, I just can’t help myself."