THE CEO AND ME!

Tinsley's chest heaved up and down in an erotic manner and Kian cursed under his breath.

They seriously needed to talk and he did not know how when that sexy vixen eyed him like that, nipples poking out, straining the fabric of her shirt, sitting legs spread on the bed.

He parted his eyes off of her to take a deep breath and calm himself down. Maybe after the talk, they could do it?? But not now...

"Tinsley??? Calm down...We need to talk."

He started, walking up to her side of the bed. She continued to stare at him with her red swollen eyes, crying for how long he had no idea.

"Look...I m sorry ok?? I should not have reacted that way and you are forgiven...so don't cry over the dinner now...fine??"

He stated, taking a seat beside her, placing his hand on her knees trying to get her confirmation.

All of a sudden, Tinsley felt stupid when she realized there was nothing she did wrong.

She was not irresponsible to not inform him that she was having lunch with her friend, she did, so there was no mistake she committed.

Perhaps it was him, who accused her of flirting with another man. If anyone should be sorry, it should be him.

Then why the hell was she crying over an apology dinner, urging for his forgiveness?? When he should be sorry...she was just a slow observer of facts.

So without saying anything, she tried to get off of the bed and Kian was a bit taken aback by her sassiness.

He just apologised to her and forgave her without any attempt from her and instead of being thankful, she was rolling her eyes at him and trying to walk past him??

"Shouldn't you be saying sorry??"

"And why should I??"

Tinsley questioned him back as he held her back on the bed, holding on to her waist.

"I never did anything wrong."

She said and it made him wonder then why was she preparing an apology dinner for him and crying over it a few minutes ago.

"Then why the drama in the kitchen, crying over a burnt dinner??"

Kian implored, narrowing his eyes at his weird wife. She only rolled at him. He fisted his palms trying very hard not to bend her on his lap and bang her brains out.

"I just realized, it should be you in my place, making that apology dinner for me because you should be sorry for accusing me of flirting around with another man..."

Tinsley elaborated, crudely starting deep into his surprised orbs. He must be wondering how did the tables had turned??

"You can't expect me to be not jealous seeing my wife being drove to home by a stranger? "

Was his quick reply to her in another question. And as if he had hit himself with his own shoe, Kian realized what he just did.

He just claimed himself to be jealous when for the first time, he denied it when she held him on for it.

Tinsley folded her hands against her chest, sitting proudly on his lap. The small action made Kian's gazes fell upon her pushed up bust, he groaned in annoyance.

"Look who's eating their own word...?"

She mumbled, batting her eyelashes at him. Kian never in his wildest dream thought could feel embarrassed in his life over a failed argument.

"Fine...you win!!"

He grumpily let go of her waist. She scooted up on the bed, placing her feet on his lap.

"So now go and clean the kitchen and I will grant you my forgiveness."

She ordered him like a lady boss and Kian could not help in believing how shrewdly his wife had played the cards in her favour on the game.

She was not that innocent, being played around with women anymore. She was a clever woman and he felt proud of it instead of getting angry for provoking him.

At least now no one could play her in his absence. He rubbed her foot soles and could not help the smile on his face.

"And what will be my prize after I clean the kitchen??"

"You do not get to ask for it...all you take is what I give you."

Tinsley smirked, squeezing her chest more, making her cleavage prominent for his eyes, knowingly.

"You are playing a dangerous game, Tinsley Randall."

Kian grunted, his eyes getting dark on the sight before him. He was very aware of what she was doing to him was intentional.

"I never play easy one, lover boy."

She mouthed, leaning back on the headboard, pressing her thighs together feeling the heat on her core from his deep glances.

"And I never play fair, princess."

He muttered, his eyes only on her chest, heaving up and down...her nipples poking out.

Damn!!! Only if he could get a hand on her...he would teach her not to play dirty with him ever.

"You will...you will play fair by me..."

Tinsley mounted, hulking the saliva down her throat, getting nervous under his gaze.

He had the look of the devil...the fire in his eyes...she wanted to burn in it and cherish the moment burning in it.

"And why will I??"

"Because...because if you don't..."

She ran out of words, thinking, biting her lips as his eyes landed on them. His hands were rubbing her feet dangerously slow, building a heat.

"If you don't...then I will not..."

"...you will not...what??"

Kian implored, liking the effect he had on her. His eyes could alone make her restless for his touch but it was entertaining to watch how she was trying to hold it back and act the part of controlling the situation as if she had any hand on it now.

"... Not blow you!!"

She had no idea...no clue what came out of her damnation mouth bit on realizing, both groaned out in the sexual frustration.

This woman!!! This woman could just kill him!! He thought and stood up to go get the kitchen clean and have her blow him right after.

Damn!!! Even the thought of it was making him go gaga...

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