Chapter 7

The last few days in Paris with Cristo made me a different person, although not completely. I felt a lot calmer than I usually was, which was almost none at all. My head was much clearer and I didn’t feel like a nervous wreck waiting for something bad to happen all the time.
Most of all, I was ready to really face Hugo. I was anticipating the difficulty of it, but I knew that I was quick enough to find a way around it all.
The balcony had been reserved for lunch, and I sat in wait for him. There was only one table and two seats, so there was plenty of privacy to ensure a comfortable talk, but I still wore my usual professional gear so he didn’t get the wrong impression. I knew that if I was going to make headway with Hugo, I needed to acknowledge the things that happened in the past.
Hugo and I had some kind of history regardless of how far we had or hadn’t gone. I couldn’t pretend it had never happened.
It wasn’t long before he walked through the balcony doors. He looked quite surprised, blinking at me as if he couldn’t believe I was really there. Donned in his usualy eccentric patterned button up and tan pants, he slowly walked over and took the seat before me.
“This is a surprise,” he muttered and poured himself some wine. “You calling me out to meet. What’s the occasion?”
I straightened up and offered him a polite smile, thinking it would be no good to not come clean right off the bat. “We’re making some progress with the club, you know? I thought it would only be fair we came up to speed with our own relationship.”
His hand froze and the wine stopped pouring into his glass. I realized that statement might have come out wrong and hurried to fix myself. “As business partners, we’re still not as acquainted with each other as we should be, you know?”
“Oh,” he nodded. I could hear the disappointment. “You’re right. I mean, we’re barely friends, right?”
“Hardly,” I agreed a little regrettably. “And I want to change that, Hugo. I’ve been really selfish, you know? I believe I owe you an apology.”
Hugo was silent, eyes downcast as the gears turned in his head. He took a long sip of his drink, mulling over the taste before gulping it down.
“I wish I could explain how used I felt that night,” he started coldly. I’d expected it, but it still cut through me like a shard of glass. “I know I should’ve told you to stop, but you shouldn’t have come onto me like that in the first place.”
“Yes, I really shouldn’t have.”
“You knew I felt for you.”
“I…” a nervous cough left my body, “I didn’t take you too seriously on that.”
“Well, you should’ve!” he demanded with a light slam of his glass on the table top. “When have I ever lied to you about anything, Lilith?”
“I barely knew you after so many years,” I retorted defensively. “Besides, we were in the middle of an actual competition. Forgive me for having my guard up.”
He sighed and slouched back into his seat, looking quite miserable. We barely paid heed to the waiter that rolled in the appetizers. Hugo mindlessly reached out for a fried mozzarella stick and munched on it. Now that I’d gotten a closer look, I realized how exhausted he truly looked in that moment. It was as if he hadn’t slept in ages, and shadow of stubble on his jaw.
I felt terrible.
“I tried really hard, you know?” he groaned as his head fell back. He stared into the sky, looking confused and helpless. “You were just…so out of reach. And you never knew how much everyone else wanted to be around you, yet how jealous they were. Tunnel vision, that’s what you had. I suppose there was good reason.”
“You were always such an asshole back then, though,” I huffed. “How was I supposed to take you seriously.”
“It was all I could do to make you even look at me!” he cried out exasperatedly with hands in his hair. “Good god, Lilith,” his head rose to look at me. His eyes were utterly heartbreaking. “Why did you have to come back into my life like this?”
It seemed like he had been drinking a lot since that night perhaps. Hugo was good at facades but it was breaking now. All it took was a call on my part. I was starting to regret it.
“I got…got so hopeful when you called,” he stammered, voice quivering like he was weak. “I had to reel myself back in, remind myself of how you got. But this was the first time you acknowledged me without me having to do anything.”
There was no way the club was going anywhere further if he was going to remain in this state. I remained silent. He deserved to be heard out.
“I’d never wanted someone so much, Lilith…” he sighed and took a swig from the glass. My heart dropped to my feet. “I tried to convince myself that I looked up to you but I could only lie to myself for so long.”
I wasn’t going to lie, I did have some feelings for Hugo. Things were too complicated for me to care much for them, but I do feel like Hugo and I would’ve happened had he just told me instead of picking an argument all the time.
Would it do him good if he knew I liked him back at the time? Perhaps not. He had enough regrets.
“Hugo,” I said softly, “what do you need from me?”
He stared blankly at the table with tears threatening to spill over his waterline. I’d never seen him so weak in my life, and it was scaring me.
“Just answers,” he breathed softly, sounding much more composed. “Just a few answers.”
“I’m all ears,” I responded just as quietly.
Hugo nodded and straightened up, pushing his hair back as he pulled himself together. With a few deep breaths, he looked right at me and clasped his hands. “Do you think we could’ve had a chance? Ever?”
I felt bad to answer, but I shook my head regardless. “I was too unstable back then. I only just started recovery. I wish I could explain how difficult my situation was back then. I didn’t have the capacity to care or love for anyone until recently.”
“Do you respect me?”
“Certainly,” I said with firmness in my voice. “I would’ve never agreed to your plan otherwise. You’re a visionary.”
He sighed, eyes closing in relief, “That’s comforting to hear. I’m fine with that. I apologize for…whatever I said. I needed to get it out, maybe it could’ve had a better delivery.”
“I’m glad we had this conversation the way we did,” I insisted. “You must’ve been carrying this around for a very long time. I was selfish for not being more mindful. You were kind of the closest thing I had to a friend during our mentorship days. I wish I’d…let you in a little more. God knew I needed it.”
He looked at his almost empty glass, twirling it around between his fingers as he contemplated his next words. His lips were parted in anticipation, but the air never formed a sound. He pulled his lips shut and sat back with a sigh. “Now that we’re here, we might as well eat something.”
“That would be nice,” I agreed.
The rest of lunch went smoothly. It wasn’t long before Hugo had returned back to the man he was, although it still felt a little forced. But by the end of it, I’d told him a bit about my family while he told me about his life. When Cristo came to pick me up, it became obvious to Hugo that I had someone I cared about.
Cristo waited at the car, holding the passenger seat open for me. Before I could leave, Hugo grabbed my hand and stuffed a small box into my palm.
“A truce,” he announced. “It’s the least I can extend after all the hell I rained on you back in the day.”
I smiled at him, “All right. Truce.”
He smiled back and let go of my hand. I put the box away into my coat and turned away from him to get into Cristo’s car. As we pulled away from the restaurant, I waved at Hugo one last time before he was finally out of eye-shot.
Cristo glanced at me curiously while he drove, not saying a word. I rolled my eyes and figured I better break the tension before he cracked a stupid joke.
“You’re driving on the wrong side of the road,” I said pointedly.
“Am not.”
“We’re in the UK.”
The look of alarm on his face was to die for as he swerved into the correct lane. He was lucky the streets weren’t as busy that day. Apart from a few angry honks from nearby drivers, we didn’t encounter any more problems.
“In my defense, I’m not used to driving here,” he huffed.
I scoffed, “You’re not used to driving in general. You were pretty bumpy back in Paris, too.”
“I was nervous!”
“Why?” I teased. “Do I make you?”
“Kind of…” he muttered. That made me shut up as heat rushed to my face. It was suddenly quiet in the car, the nostalgia of being an awkward teenager on a first date hitting me like a brick. My eyes darted sideways to him just in time to catch him steal a glance once again. We both looked away and ahead, sitting in silence until we reached our hotel.
“So…” Cristo asked awkwardly. “Any plans?”
“Sleep,” I stated. “I feel exhausted after that confrontation.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Honestly, it’s best if this remains between Hugo and I,” I sighed. “I just…hope he finds his peace and healing soon. We both know I owed him nothing, but he’s still human.”
He nodded. It felt nice to see him respect my space and secrets. It showed he trusted me. His fingers slid over my hands, tucking under my palm and bringing it up to his lips. His stubble tickled against my skin and I chuckled lightly. His eyes darted to me momentarily before he pulled on the side of the road abruptly by a closed shop.
I looked at him in confusion as he pushed the gear into parking, but was left breathless as he cupped my face and leaned in to press his lips to mine. My hands flailed around, lost and nervous at the sudden affection. His kiss was warm, soft, and dizzying. I melted into his palm like putty, my heart exploding like a volcano in my chest as he tilted his head, our kiss growing deeper as his tongue slipped past my lips. I was running out of breath fast as my hands found him hair, slowly leaning in towards him.
Cristo’s hands wandered down my body, settling at my waist as he snatched the air out of me, but I didn’t want him to stop. His fingers were hesitant, but needy. I had my reservations about things getting steamy in the car, but I didn’t care.
“Someone might see us,” I whispered against his lips. He pulled away to press some button and the windows suddenly tinted darker. I was impressed. How did I not know about this technology. But I had no time to think further as his hand pulled me in again to kiss me.
The urgency between my legs begged for stimulation, and I didn’t want to deny myself of it. I worked quickly to take my jacket off, pulling away momentarily to pull the sleeves off as Cristo watched me in a daze. His fingers reached for my button up as my chest jutted out. The sleeves to this jacket were way too fitted. I lost my breath as his eyes fell on the swell of my breasts slowly coming into view as he unbottoned my top. The jacket finally came off and I climbed over the seat onto his lap. He held my waist to balance me, but it wasn’t much use as let his chair fall back. I squeaked as I fell forward, my tits right on his face as he grabbed my thighs right under my butt. I could tell he knew exactly what he was doing as he chuckled deviously into my breast, nipping lightly at my skin and making me gasp.
“Was this on your mind the whole time?” I accused jokingly.
He looked up from under my chest with an innocent look in his eyes, voice muffled, “Not really, no. But you looked like you needed it.”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Yeah, I guess I–oh!”
My moan was watonly as his mouth wrapped around my nipple with a gentle suck. I didn’t even noticed when he’d pulled my bra down, but I could feel his bulge against my skirt. I reached down to wiggle the skirt up around my waist, and he growled as he palmed my bottom lovingly. I slid down his torso, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I settled onto his bulge. It pressed deliciously against my panties, and I could feel myself getting damp as my walls throbbed, demanding more of his immediately.
His nose pressed against mine, lips parting in ecstasy as I rolled my hips against him. My sex throbbed violetly against his hardening member, and I pushed my palms against my chest to sit up on his lap. My breasts hung out from my shirt, held up by the unopened buttons. He watched in awe as I grinding against his clothes shaft, my arms reaching up and pulling a hairtie from my wrist to put my hair in a bun. His hand slid up my waist sensually, cupping a breast in hand to thumb ver the nipple softly.
“I want you to ride me,” he whispered. I nodded, lifting myself off his lap as he hurried to free himself from the bounds of his pants. His member sprung free, slapping against my inner thigh and making me gasp. Before I could even settle onto him, his hand slid right into my folds, eyes watching in awe as his nimble fingers got coated with my juices. “I wish I could make you sit on my face right now.”
“Do that when he get home,” I ordered as I took his hand away to place at my waist. Grabbing his hot, throbbing shaft, I guided it to my pulsating lips that were dying to envelop him. I groaned loudly as he entered, slowly filling me up. It was too much for me to take and I fell forward, grabbing the edge of the backrest to hold myself up as I rolled my hips into him. My gaze fell on his face, getting turned on by the way his head had fallen back, jaw dropping open at how tight I was. It was almost painful, but it also felt too good for me to care.
“Are-are you okay?” I stammered breathily. He could only nod as he took a large gulp, slapping my butt to get me going. I went for it slowly, leaning down against his chest as I rolled my hips. I could feel his rod slide halfway out of me, his tip pulling back before it pushed into me and against a spot that made me yell in surprise. I never realized how great an angle this was. Cristo seemed to have felt the same as a gargled gasp left him. I kept going, watching as his as his face contorted in peasure, feeling pride upon realizing that I made him this way. My walls throbbed faster and harder, growing tighter around him as I got needier for him.
His fingers wound themselves into my hand, dragging my head up so he could look at me with a  wild desperation in his eyes. His other hand fell on my hip, and I groaned loudly as his hip slammed upwards into me, meeting my g-spot with a force that almost made me come undone right there.
“F-fuck…” I cried out and begged. “Do that…do that again.”
He listened a little too well and his body moved faster against mine, hips falling and jumping between my legs as my juices started flowing out of me once again. Despite the chill outside, the car was starting to become warmer as the windows fogged up around us. I found myself sitting up on his lap to ride him faster, feeling my release come closer as my breasts bounced from the intensity.
“Oh god, fuck,” I gasped. “Cristo, I’m going to come.”
I wish I hadn’t said that because he grabbed my hips and started pounding harders upwards into me, making me scream. My nails clawed into the roof as I tried to hold myself upright, but I was going to fall back as his thrusts got faster and harder, hitting my sweet spot over and over without missing a beat. Honestly, I was going to cry because my vision was starting to go white and blurry. My voice grew higher in pitch as my high came closer and closer, finally snapping at the last thrust where he exploded into me.
I gasped and came onto him, crying out as the sensations exploded into my core and spread out through my body, making me weak and limp. Cristo pushed himself up to sit and caught me, peppering my reddened neck with little kisses while whisper sweet nothings into my ear I was too tired to decipher.
He helped me back into my seat, zipping himself up and getting ready to drive us back to our hotel. “We’re not done yet,” he reminded me.
I laughed, “Definitely not.”
The Billionaire Matching Club Books 1-6
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