“My eyes are ugly now, though…”
Myra’s eyes were swollen after she cried for the entire day. She was sure that she looked hideous and did not want Tony to see her in that shape. However, he gently caressed her temples and brushed his lips over the tops of her eyes before he said, “Your eyes are anything but ugly. In fact, they’re beautiful.”
“You must be blind,” she muttered, although she would hate for him to agree that her eyes were hideous, even if she said so herself.
He chuckled.
His voice was husky and sultry on its own, but when he laughed like that, she felt that she could show him every part of her. His piercing gaze was fixed on her and she found herself blushing once more.
“Blinded by your beauty,” Tony quipped, his voice heavy with implication. His lips brushed past hers as his kisses trailed down to her neck whereupon he bit and sucked on the supple skin, marking her as his own.
Myra felt the blood rush to her face. She had abandoned all efforts to shrink from him and instead succumbed to the desire that swam in her veins. She had never done any of those with other men and she was never this intimate with Sean either.
She gripped onto the bed sheet beneath her, suddenly becoming shy as her thoughts ran wild with Tony’s kisses.
Meanwhile, Tony did not ignore how Myra almost shied away earlier. He narrowed his eyes and his gaze darkened dangerously as he pulled her into his arms.
She could feel his weight pressing against her, but after that, he did not move any further.
His body was coiled and tense as he held her. It was as though they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle and he wanted nothing more than to mold her against him.
“Tony?” Myra called out in surprise when he did not let go after a while.
After a lengthy pause, she heard him mutter raspily, “Say it again.”
She stiffened as Tony repeated, “Say my name again.”
Myra was flushed and her eyes were watery as she stared at him. Then, she said softly, “Tony…”
Her voice was crisp and gentle. When she said his name, she felt his body tense up against her and she slightly bit her lip as she asked, “Are you alright?”
She did not think that one kiss could lead to this.
Tony, on the other hand, could feel himself unraveling at the sound of her voice. It was as if him waiting for the past thirty-five years had escalated to this moment and he could not suppress himself any longer.
Sweat beads had appeared on his forehead as he tried to show some restraint.
Upon seeing that, Myra lightly bit on her lip. Her eyes grew steely as she suddenly reached out toward his belt and began to unbuckle it.
It was not hard to unbuckle his belt, but she was so nervous that she fumbled and her fingers struggled with the buckle for a while.
However, he saw her action as a sweet form of torture.
He did not hold himself back any longer and he instead grabbed her hands, guiding her to unbuckle his belt.
As his belt clattered to the floor, he reached out and covered her hand with his.
When everything had settled, Tony saw that Myra’s face was flushed. His heart softened when he thought about what she had just done for him. He reached past her to grab a piece of tissue from the box on the nightstand. He began to wipe her hand with it as he held her close to him.
Myra was not used to this and she decided that she should take a shower. He did not stop her and helped her to prepare the water for a bath instead. After making sure she had everything that she needed, he proceeded to make his way out of the bathroom and gently said, “I’ll be outside if you need anything else.”
She was not used to socializing with Tony like that. Everything had happened so quickly in the heat of the moment that she almost forgot that she had not signed the divorce papers. The divorce…
Her movements were slow and absentminded as she removed her clothes before stepping into the bathtub. It was only when she submerged herself in the hot water that she realized everything was coming to an end.
She smiled at the irony and wondered whether she would see regret dancing on the faces of those who would see her when the divorce was finalized.
After exiting the bathroom, Tony reached for his cigarettes and phone before he made his way through the living room to the terrace.
He lit up a cigarette—and the orange spark looked even brighter in the dimness of the terrace.
He took an indulgent drag; the skeins of smoke unfurling across his features, making him look more elusive and almost ethereal.
Before long, his phone rang and he answered without looking at the caller ID.
Leo sounded respectful as he spoke on the other line, “Director Hart, everything’s been taken care of.”
Tony merely hummed in response as he took another drag of his cigarette. He then stubbed it out stoically. There was a pause as Leo debated whether he should say it, but he finally went on to add, “Director Hart, once Miss Stark finalizes her divorce from Mr. Chase tomorrow, you can reject Miss Fisher’s request—that would be a huge blow to both her and the Chase Group.”
Even if Lyla were to rock up to Tony and accuse him of going back on his word, they could easily refute her by saying there was no valid contract between them in the first place. She would not be able to hold them accountable and the Chase Group would not be let off easily either.
However, Tony remained silent as he stared out at the nightscape, which was dotted with brilliant lights. Bradfort City truly came alive at night with the billboards and signboards lighting up in multiple colors on top of the grey skyscrapers.
He flipped the cigarette box in his hand and at last, he plainly responded, “We’re still buying Hilliville.”
“But, Director Hart—”
As usual, he hung up before Leo could get a word in.
Leo turned to look at the documents before him; a feeling of resignation and frustration started to wash over him.
Meanwhile, Tony was still looking at the night scene, lost in his own thoughts. He knew Leo’s words made sense and he ought to go back on his word. However, when he thought about Myra, he had a strong feeling that he needed to proceed with the purchase of Hilliville. After all, I had already signed up for this, hadn’t I?
The next morning, it was not a surprise that Myra woke up in Tony’s arms.
She slept well last night. His chest was warm and as she rested her head on it, she could not help but feel safe.
He was still sound asleep when she woke up.
There was a small beam of sunlight that filtered through the thick layers of the curtain, which fell on his face.
With his eyes closed, he did not look quite as intimidating as he usually did and there was a gentle look on his sleeping face that Myra found endearing.
Tony’s chiseled features looked softer in the morning light and for a moment, it was as though the whole world fell silent. And those lips… Before she knew it, she was reaching out to caress his lower lip. She then traced her fingertips along his jaw.
It was said that men with thin lips were often standoffish and reserved with Sean being one such example. Tony, however, seemed cool and distant, but Myra knew that there was a fire in him that burned brighter than anyone else’s.
“You’re so silly…” she muttered softly, but her eyes widened in surprise as a sudden warmth encased her fingers. She looked up and saw that Tony’s eyes had fluttered open. When he turned to gaze at her, she could tell that he was wide awake—in fact, he had probably been awake all along.
