The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(57)

“Does a girl really need an excuse for kissing the hottest guy on campus?”

He smiled. “So I’m the hottest guy on campus, now? I thought I was a moron this morning.”

“You’re starting to grow on me,” I replied.

“Okay, you’re too drunk. No more alcohol for you,” he said as he stood back up.

“Come back down here,” I said, trying in vain to pull him back to the ground. He did the opposite and lifted me from my resting place without any real effort.

I tried to kiss him on the cheek, but he backed away.

“Christine, you’re drunk. You need to lie down for a while and sober up.”

He picked me up from the ground; I did little to resist. I hadn’t been carried since I was six years old and I hoped he wouldn’t set me back down.

He carried me up the stairs and into his room; laid me on his bed and pulled the covers over.

“Sleep, I’ll take the couch.”

“You could stay here with me,” I said.

“Sorry, Christine, I can’t,” he replied.

I sighed; I had never felt so turned on in my life. I couldn’t resist my hormones any longer.

“You’ll regret saying ‘no’,” I said.

“And I’ll regret saying ‘yes’,” he replied.

He walked to his door and clicked off the lights.

As soon as my head touched the pillow, everything went dark.



6.

I woke up to a rather wonderful smell from downstairs. My hair was matted to my face, and my glasses were sitting nearby on the bedside table. My clothes were still intact but quite dirty, and my head beat like a jackhammer. I wrapped myself in the comforter from the bed and shuffled my way downstairs.

The house was empty. I assumed that everyone had left for early morning classes. Then I saw a clock nearby chime noon; I had missed all my classes for the day.

Hollis was cooking in the kitchen and whatever he was making smelled divine.

“I see you’re finally awake,” he said while plating some eggs, “I made breakfast. Have a seat, and I’ll bring it over.”

I pulled myself up to a bar stool and laid my head down on it in a futile attempt to end the jarring in my skull.

“First hangover, eh?”

“Why do you drink if you know it’ll end up like this,” I asked.

“I don’t really think about it,” He replied, “I don’t drink enough to get that hung over.”

He dropped a plate of food in front of me: eggs, bacon, and some toast. I dug in as a thirsty man would water. He stood on the other side of the bar, eating slowly and enjoying the sight.

“I missed class for the first time in quite a while,” I said, “why didn’t you wake me sooner?”

He sat his plate down and started pouring some coffee. “You’re a cute sleeper,” he replied through a wide smile.

“Please, did I say anything stupid last night?”

He laughed and replaced the pot of coffee. “I don’t know, am I hot?”

I remembered it all, now. I came on pretty strong last night. “That wasn’t me talking, that was the alcohol,” I pleaded.

He wasn’t really paying attention to my pleading, but I could see that behind his eyes he didn’t mean to be rude.

I smiled back. “Well, am I hot,” I asked.

“I don’t think you need me to tell you that,” he replied.

“You have me curious now.”

He sighed and took a sip of coffee. “Yes, I think you’re hot. I’ve always had a thing for redheads.”

I unconsciously started twisting my hair around my finger as I had whenever I was nervous. It took me a moment to realize. “Can I show you something,” I asked.

“Will you keep your pants on,” he asked in return.

“Only if you want me to,” I said with a coy smile.

“Alright, what is it?”

“It’s on campus. I think you’ll like it.”

He looked intrigued. “Alright, we can go after breakfast.”

I nodded and continued to eat. I made quick work of the food and drank more than my fair share of coffee in order to wake up. He didn’t seem to mind, even going so far as to ask if I wanted seconds.

I decided to make a quick stop back at my room before we went to campus so that I could change. He didn’t seem to mind waiting outside for me for a few minutes. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I felt like at least trying to be a little more attractive.

He liked the change as I walked out to the front.

“You have the finest legs I have ever seen,” he noted.

I felt flattered; I did like to show them off when I could manage to do so.

I lead him along the walkways, and we continued to talk, and he revealed a few things that I was surprised to hear.

His dad was a military man, and he was incredibly strict at all time. His mother was young and ended up running out on him at a young age; he barely knew her. Even so, he instilled as many of his values as he could into Hollis; including being a gentleman to a lady when the need arose.

He was more anxious than I thought, as well. There was always a lot riding on him, and he was worried about his future. He wanted to go professional, but he also just wanted to be a teacher.