Chapter 29

Nyla

He'd ignored me for the last damn time. But when he'd done it face to face, that had truly pissed me off. When the driver came to a stop, I had already made up my mind that I had to get out of there.

Before leaving, I stared into his beautiful gray eyes and when I felt the weakness in my knees, I knew I had to go before I said something that I'd regret.

"Goodnight, Heinrich."

Heinrich called after me but my mind was in control. I had been thinking with my heart and pussy for too long. My strides were hurried as I made my way through the light Tuesday night crowd and when I heard him approaching the tears began welling in my eyes.

The moment that my legs became heavier I knew that if I continued, then I was no better than him. So, I stopped to turn and face him. With warm tears that left my eyes as I faced him, he stopped just a few feet away from me.

"Why are you here?"

Heinrich stood and I saw what I hadn't seen in his eyes before, pain and regret. He searched my face as everything and everyone began to fade into the background until it was only us.

"Clover called me."

"How did Clover know I was- never mind. Molly? But why are you here now?"

"We're not doing this here."

"Fine, then go! It's not like you haven't been gone for the past 3 fucking weeks. No calls, no text, you just fucking disappeared, but yet you somehow managed brunch and a quick vanilla fuck with your ex-wife."

The irritation in his face was evident but I was beyond that point. I finally had the bastard here in my presence after what felt like months. I found myself struggling internally, caught between loving him and hating him.

They didn't lie when they said, it's a thin line between love and hate.

"I will answer whatever questions you have, but not here on the streets in negative three degree weather."

As he spoke he closed the gap between us and I'd never felt as small as when I looked up and realized he towered over me. Not speaking a word he took my face into his hands. Then he began speaking in a tone I didn't recognize from him.

"Not here, Goddess. It's not the time nor the place."

"Do I look like I care about where we are?"

I glared at him and he was still searching my face. What was he looking for?

"You're making it really fucking hard to resist you right now, Goddess."

Heinrich's words sent a spark straight to my pussy, and the bitch began purring as I pressed my face into his palm wanting more. More of the words that made me feel the way only he could, he made me feel wanted. Something I hadn't felt from him since the Seychelles.

"Mr. Stark."

"Wherever you want to go. Just let me get you out of the cold."

The moment he said the word cold like a light switch everything came back at once. The once faded sounds of the Chicago traffic were back, along with the people who now were all around us.

I pulled myself away from him and headed to the limo where the driver patiently held the door open. Immediately thanking him and the fact that the car was warm and welcoming. Heinrich followed suit and now I was the one staring out of the window.

"We need a destination."

Without hesitation, I said "My place." The driver nodded and Heinrich looked puzzled.

"If I kill you there, I can claim self-defense."

"Is that right? So, now you're plotting my demise?"

"I've had time, a total of three weeks. That kind of time alone for a woman is dangerous for a man. So, yeah you should be afraid."

The bastard started laughing as if I'd just told him my puppy learned a new trick, but I was serious. I could kill him for playing with my emotions.

"Goddess, have you had dinner?"

"I think you know the answer to that, seeing as though you showed up and all I'd had were the olives from my martini."

"What are you in the mood for? I can get you anything you want, and need." He smirked like the Cheshire cat with his last words.

Well played you sexy bastard, there was only one thing I wanted more than the truth, and that was his cock. But I suppose I do need to eat so that I can think rationally.

"Pizza."

Heinrich and the driver began to discuss where to go for food but I was miles away. Playing my meeting with Peyton over as I watched the traffic and the question hit.

"Did he fuck her?" Heinrich's phone call broke my train of thought.

"I have her." He said and then came a brief pause, and the familiar voice of Clover filled my ears. "Thank you, but now is not the time."

The car came to a stop at my favorite pizza place in Chicago, Giordano's. I shrugged it off as a lucky guess, because although he knew how to fuck me and make me come twenty ways from Sunday, he didn't know me in the normal way a guy and girl would know each other.

A twinge of jealousy hit me as I thought about how he knew her favorite things, favorite restaurants and favorite foods. While all I got was his cock, I sighed at the thought.

"I imagine you're not in the mood to be surrounded by people at this time, so tell me what you would like."

"My favorite is the chicken sausage deluxe. Thin crust."

With that the driver exited and we sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before the driver was back and we were headed to my place, which wasn't too far from the restaurant.

"Thank you." I said as the doorman held the door open as Heinrich followed me with pizza in hand.

Everything blurred together until we were met with a bouquet of flowers sitting outside my apartment door. Another reminder of the mess in my life, I grabbed the bouquet and unlocked my door.

"Admirer, or the ex?" He growled as he shut the door behind him.

"Take your shoes off and hang your coat up." I said turning on the light, and immediately felt exposed.

Halfway regretting my decision to come home because now I was exposing myself to him and this became more intimate. This being my sanctuary, and he'd be entering where no other man has been.

My artwork is on display throughout my house. On the walls of the kitchen and living room. He would get a peek into my work.

Placing the bouquet on the counter and grabbing a glass to go with a bottle of wine, I realized Heinrich hadn't made his way to the kitchen.

"I'm in here!" I called out from the open kitchen area.

"Who is the artist of the painting by the door?"

"I am." I said taking a sip of wine, and his stoic expression was replaced with a stunned one.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, sir."

"I had no idea." He said again, taking in my home.

"I'm listening." I said as I began taking a bite of the delicious pizza. I took a seat at the breakfast bar where I sat not too long ago with Molly and Xavier, where coincidentally we were discussing the man in front of me.