Chapter 638 The Issues Between Us Can't Be Resolved With Just One Time of Sex!
As soon as Kingsley spoke, Hailey on the other end was stunned. "Wait, you're with Kingsley?"
Amara, not wanting to get into details, just said, "Yeah, I bumped into him at a party."
Hailey, sounding cheerful, replied, "No worries, I've got Jesse here! You two have a good chat!"
After hanging up, Amara spaced out for a bit.
Kingsley hugged her from behind, kissing her neck softly, and asked, "Having second thoughts?"
Amara, still holding her phone, took a moment to snap back and said, "Weren't you gonna call the receptionist?"
Kingsley just touched her waist gently and whispered, "How about we shower together later?"
But Amara was firm.
She pushed him away. "You go first."
Kingsley, a bit impatient, grumbled, "You're pickier than before."
Both a bit tipsy, their conversation turned flirty.
He held her on the sofa, kissing her here and there. His warm breath tickled her ear, stirring emotions. "You used to melt when I kissed you."
Amara wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her long hair was down, and her face glowed in the dim light. She said, "So, are you gonna shower or not?"
Kingsley kissed her for a long time, then patted her waist. His blue eyes were filled with possessiveness.
He went to shower, and Amara called the receptionist for a bathrobe.
When Kingsley came out, Amara was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, looking like she was working.
He walked over barefoot and hugged her from behind. "Don't kill the vibe!"
Amara turned to kiss him. After a long kiss, she said softly, "Weren't you showering?"
She put down her phone and focused on him.
Maybe they had both been physically idle for a while, or maybe they had been so disappointed in each other before, but this time it was intense.
When Kingsley held her close, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes full of passion, occasionally taking the lead to kiss him.
Kingsley whispered, "Amara, you've never been like this before!"
Amara's face rested against his shoulder. "Do you like it?"
At that moment, Kingsley felt a rush of adrenaline. He had never felt this way before, leading him to say something he had never said. He held Amara's waist and, in the heat of the moment, uttered a very crude word, "Little slut."
Amara clung to him, leaning seductively on his shoulder.
They shared an intense moment of passion, and even later, they couldn't bear to look at each other without blushing.
In the morning, Amara woke up alone in bed.
Her body was a bit sore but still comfortable.
The light streamed into the room, casting a soft golden glow that was beautiful.
Kingsley stood by the floor-to-ceiling window.
He was on the phone, talking to Rebecca, "Cancel the 10 AM meeting and move it to tomorrow. Everything else stays the same!"
After finishing, he hung up.
He turned around and saw Amara awake, leaning against the headboard, looking a bit dazed.
Kingsley walked over, ruffling her messy hair. "Hungry? I'll order room service."
Amara thought for a moment before answering, "Order something light."
Kingsley chuckled, sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned over to call the receptionist, occasionally playing with her shoulder.
After giving instructions, he felt a softness in his heart and wanted to linger a bit longer.
Amara pushed against his shoulder. "I'm going to take a shower."
Kingsley, in a good mood, didn't mind. "Alright, but don't take too long; you haven't had breakfast."
Amara picked up a towel from the end of the bed and gently wrapped it around herself.
Kingsley couldn't help but hug her from behind, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, "You were irresistible last night."
Amara just smiled faintly.
In the shower, the steam filled the glass, and she lightly tapped her head. Acting on impulse led to trouble!
How could she have been so lonely last night to easily have sex with Kingsley? His attitude clearly showed he was serious, but Amara had no intention of reconciling with him.
She lingered in the bathroom for a long time before coming out.
The white bathrobe wrapped around her slender body, looking soft and alluring.
Breakfast had already been delivered. Kingsley sat at the dining table, flipping through the newspaper brought by the waiter. The front page headline was about the Hawkins Group president spending the night with an unidentified woman.
The photo showed them in the hotel lobby, Amara wrapped in his coat, her face hidden.
When Amara sat down, she saw it too.
Kingsley scrutinized her. After a while, he put down the newspaper, lightly tapping it with his fingers, and asked softly, "Do you want to give me a title?"
"What title?" Amara played dumb. She took the newspaper and glanced through it, then said, "Forget it! They didn't even capture my face."
But Kingsley didn't let her off.
He knew Amara well. Last night she was very proactive, but this morning, despite her gentleness, there was a hint of distance. It was clear she hadn't forgiven him yet.
Kingsley asked her, "We've had sex, shouldn't you take responsibility?"
Amara took a sip of milk and smiled. "I don't need you to take responsibility! At our age, there's no need to be so melodramatic."
Kingsley sneered, enunciating each word."I mean, you should take responsibility for me!"
After such a night, Amara didn't want to argue with him. She drank half a glass of milk to calm down before saying, "You were quite intense last night! I'll make you some lamb chops to replenish your energy later."
Last night, for her, was just having sex again.
If it weren't for their child, it would be no different from a one-night stand between adults. Kingsley leaned back in his chair, silently watching her for a long time.
Even now, he still wanted to make love.
But he was genuinely angry too!
He stared at her. "So, last night was just an accident, right?"
She always had a rational side, saying softly, "Yes. Kingsley, our issues can't be solved by having sex once! Last night really didn't mean anything!"
Kingsley laughed in exasperation.
He stood up, walked behind her, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "Then how about having sex a few more times?"
Amara wanted to say there wouldn't be a next time.
But he let go of her.
Kingsley was angry, but he still had some decency. He stayed with her for breakfast, then called Rebecca to send a car over. While talking, he glanced at Amara. "Yes, I'm with Amara! Bring her a set of clothes; hers are too wrinkled to wear!"
Amara angrily threw a pillow at him.
He was truly shameless!
On the other end, after hanging up the phone, Rebecca couldn't help but wonder if Kingsley had a good time last night!
Half an hour later, Rebecca showed up with two sets of clothes.
They headed downstairs. Amara called an Uber.
Amara reached for the car door, but Kingsley said, "Get in my car! I'll take you to the office."
Amara glanced at his expressionless face, knowing he was still mad.
But he seemed different; he used to just storm off.
Amara's heart softened a bit, and she agreed, getting into the back seat, followed by him.
Rebecca sat beside Jared, trying to suppress her laughter.
In the back seat, the tension was thick, so Rebecca chatted with Jared about the weather. Jared, driving, smiled and said, "We're about to hit the rainy season. The weather changes just like people's moods. It was sunny this morning, and now it's pouring rain."
Rebecca smiled and agreed. "Isn't that the truth!"
Jared continued, "That's why you gotta check the weather forecast before heading out, or you'll get caught in the rain! Getting wet makes you sick and puts you in a bad mood, like my wife with her irregular periods."
Rebecca fell silent.
Kingsley calmly said, "The company's transportation department could really use someone like Jared."
Jared shut up!
About 10 minutes later, they arrived at the Carter Group's branch office. The car stopped, but Kingsley didn't move, waiting for Amara to open the door.
Amara knew his temperament well.
Years had passed, and even as a father, Kingsley hadn't mellowed.
She slightly bowed her head. "I'm getting out. Thank you."
Kingsley didn't look at her but said, "Thank me for satisfying your physical needs last night?"
Amara was both embarrassed and angry.
Fortunately, Jared and Rebecca were his people, and they pretended not to hear.
The car door closed.
Rebecca sighed softly. "Mr. Hawkins, you really..."
Kingsley patted his pants. "I'm angry!"
Rebecca laughed. Kingsley said he was angry, but why did she hear a hint of happiness?
The sweeter last night was, the more disappointed he felt this morning.
During the morning meeting, the entire Hawkins Group was under a gloomy atmosphere, and all the shareholders didn't dare to make a sound.
In the afternoon, Kingsley got a call from Frederick. After a brief and casual mockery, Frederick asked softly, "How are things with Amara?"
Kingsley replied indifferently, "Just the same."
Frederick had seen the newspaper and guessed that they had had sex, but Amara hadn't forgiven him afterward.
Frederick felt both pleased and embarrassed.
Kingsley was really useless!
Kingsley didn't have time to listen to him. After hanging up, Rebecca came in and said, "Ms. Cook is here! She seems to have brought you some desserts."
Kingsley frowned and then said, "Tell her I don't like desserts."
Rebecca was about to leave when Kingsley called her back, "Never mind; let her in."
Rebecca was quite surprised.
After hesitating for a moment, she boldly said, "Mr. Hawkins, I know you might be feeling a bit down, but..."
Kingsley looked down at his documents. "What are you thinking? Let her in."
Rebecca went to get Hannah.
A while later, Hannah came in, wearing a very ladylike and demure dress, carrying desserts that weren't expensive but popular from KFC.
"Kingsley, I know you love these." Hannah's voice was gentle. She sat on the sofa, taking out the items one by one, as if preparing for a picnic with him.
Last night's newspaper had given the Cook Family a sense of crisis.
The woman who spent the night with Kingsley wasn't identified, but they could guess it was Amara.
Hannah cared, but she really wanted to be Kingsley's wife.
She wiped away her tears, came over, and even pretended to be happy.
Kingsley put down his documents, walked over, and sat on the sofa, looking at the items. He guessed Hannah had investigated and thought he loved these, but he had eaten them with Amara.
He didn't love KFC; it was just a way to tease Amara.
Years had passed, and he wouldn't eat these with Amara anymore. Instead, he was more passionate about making love to her last night, something Hannah clearly didn't know.
Kingsley pushed the items aside but still sat with Hannah.
He said, "I like Amara."
Hannah couldn't keep up the pretense. She was on the verge of tears. "But didn't you break up with her? You even had me over at your place a few times."
"That was because your parents asked me for a favor!"
Hannah's lips trembled. "Can you say you didn't use me to make Amara jealous?"
Kingsley looked at her calmly.
After a while, he smiled faintly. "Since you know, why are you still so hung up on it? I don't actually like these; a few years ago, Amara did! Hannah, find someone else to like."
He hesitated for a moment before saying something he had never told Amara. "In this life, I'm captivated by Amara and won't love another woman."
Hannah cried loudly.
Kingsley was quite patient with her, letting her cry until she was done. Then he said, "Go home, and don't come back! It's better for you, and Amara doesn't like it when I make her jealous."
Though angry, he was willing to change because he still liked Amara.
Hannah bit her lip, finally losing her composure. Like a child who couldn't get her favorite toy, she pushed the items to the floor and cried, accusing him.
Kingsley didn't get angry.
He even felt he was too lenient with Hannah, but then he realized it was because he didn't care about her, so her emotional outbursts didn't bother him.
After Hannah had made enough of a scene and was coaxed away by Rebecca.
When Rebecca returned, Kingsley stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and said, "Get someone to replace the carpet!"
Rebecca smiled. "She's just a young girl, a bit willful."
Kingsley suddenly thought of Amara. When she was sad or angry, she probably never had the chance to throw a tantrum. She had always lived a very repressed life!
While the workers replaced the carpet, Kingsley kept thinking.
But he didn't call Amara.
He suddenly wondered if, like Landon, he gave her time to grow and the freedom to choose, would she change her mind and love him again, rather than just occasionally having sex with him!
Kingsley kept these thoughts to himself and didn't contact Amara all day. But when Amara got home after work, she saw Kingsley, who was helping Hailey with the ingredients.
She froze in the doorway, forgetting to change her shoes.
Hailey looked up and saw her, smiling. "Mr. Hawkins came over early. With his status, he's even helping me cook! Wash your hands and check on Jesse. He is asleep, and dinner will be ready soon."
Kingsley smiled warmly. "Hailey, please just call me Kingsley."
Hailey didn't dare!
Kingsley's status was so distinguished that such a familiar address felt inappropriate.
Kingsley didn't insist. He looked at Amara, his expression calm. "Jesse got tired from playing! I'll bathe him when he wakes up and then leave. Is that okay?"
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