Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 21

(FIVE YEARS AGO)

HAZEL

It’s been three weeks now and I’m yet to hear from Mr. Ravel after that day at the restaurant, which I’m grateful

for. Someone whom I know nothing about offering to write me an open cheque creeps me out, and I’d rather not

see him again.

A part of me couldn’t help but entertain the thought that he chickened out. Maybe he didn’t understand the

implication of an open cheque when he made that promise. Chuckling to myself, I scooped more ice cream into my

mouth as I stared at the water fountain.

Suddenly, I felt someone touch me from behind and I screamed bl oody murder, ripping the headset from my ear

and jumping to my feet. The man whom I thought disappeared due to his inability to fulfill his promise stood in front

of me with both hands raised in surrender. “What the hell?” I mumbled. “Are you trying to send me into shock?”

“I’m sorry,” he quickly apologized, slowly taking a few steps towards me. “I called you a few times, but you were

lost in your own world.”

Yeah, I was thinking about how I thought you vanished after realizing the weight of your promise. Thank heavens

for the inability to read people’s thoughts. “What are you doing here Mr. Ravel?” My eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Are you stalking me?”

Smiling, he slipped his hand into his pocket. “Be assured that I’m no stalker.” He jerked his chin towards a gigantic

skyscraper behind me. “I live there and I happened to notice you whilst I was about to go in.”

“You live there?” I blurted out sheepishly which made him smile again. Turning to the left, I stared at the building

and then back at the spot where I was once seated before returning my skeptical gaze to Ravel. “You’re trying to

tell me that you saw me from that distance? How is that even possible?”

“When something captures my attention, even distance won’t stop me from taking notice.” Tilting my head, I

stared at him scrutinizingly, that was when I took notice of his tired features and the almost invisible dark circles

around his eyes. “You want to come in for a drink?”

What?! “No!” How I blurted the word out made him bite his lower lips, in an attempt not to laugh. “I mean…” I

cleared my throat, “it isn’t wise to follow a stranger into his house.”

Slowly, his smiling face morphed into a frown. “Strangers?” Nodding slowly, he took a step back retreating.

Instantly I regretted my words. “I just returned from a business trip, so I can’t take you out for lunch right now.

What do you think about dinner?”

My conscience will not permit me to reject his offer. “Sure, Dinner will be great.”

His smile returned. “Great. I already have your number, but I’m going to need your address so I can come pick you

up myself.”

My address? Hell no! “How about you send the address of the restaurant and I’ll meet you there.” I’m living with

crazy females. Once they catch sight of his car and the fact that he has money, they’ll be on him until he has sex

with them.

“You want to meet me there?” He drawled out slowly. “Okay, if that’s what you want.” It’s obvious that he has his

reservations, but the fact that he respected what I wanted made me smile. “You have a lovely smile.”

I blushed hard. “Thank you.” A car h onked from a distance, taking both our attention away from each other. “Is

that for you?”

“Mhmm.” He took a step closer to me, “I should be preparing for a meeting at the moment, but something more

important seems to be stealing my time.”

Something more important? ‘Don’t smile Hazel! Don’t smile

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I smiled.

“Something important huh?”

“Mhmm.” He closed in on me, his face a few inches away from mine. “I don’t know what I’m more in love with, your

smile

smile. or the wrinkles that form at the side of your eyes when you

How can one man’s word and proximity leave me this breathless? “You gotta chose one mister.” I teased,

something I haven’t done since I got out of rehab. The car h o nked again and I found myself smiling, probably to

ease the tension between us. “Your driver is impatient, maybe you should get going”

“I’m going to kiss you.” He whispered, placing a hand on my neck, and before I could form a coherent response

thanks to my failing brain, he placed his lips on mine and kissed me slowly.

Shocked at exactly what was going on, I stood still, frozen into stillness. Ravel pulled back. “I’m sorry,” he

apologized, “I shouldn’t have done that without getting a response from you.” He cleared his throat, his hand falling

to his side.

Before he could pull away completely, I did something irrational. I stood on my tip-toe and kissed him, harder than

he did. If he was shocked by my action, he didn’t let it show; he simply kissed me back with the same fervor.

It took another h onking from the driver to pull us about. Ravel placed his forehead on mine and chuckled. “I’ve

never considered firing Raymond until this moment.” He pecked my lips again before stepping away.

“Your driver?”

“My driver wouldn’t dare to interrupt me like that.” He pulled out his phone, glanced at the screen, and frowned.

I’m guessing the Raymond guy just texted him. “I’ll get a reservation, then send you the time and address.”

“Sure.” He winked at me before walking away. Despite being late to the meeting he spoke about, Ravel practically

strutted towards his car as though he was modeling on a runway and I shamelessly stared at his a ss.

“You sure took your time Hazel!” Mr. Harrison bellowed from his desk. “You care to tell me why it took you four

hours to make delivery?”

Because I decided to stare at the water fountain and ended up getting the best kiss of my life. “The client took his

time during payment.”

He blinked slowly, clearly stupefied. “What the f uck did you just say?” I opened my mouth to spit more lies, but he

beat me to it. “Payment reflected over two hours ago Hazel and you and I know that it takes only one hour to get

here from your location and that’s when the traffic is seriously bad. What were you doing Hazel?!”

There is no way I’m telling this per vert what I was doing.

Harrison suddenly relaxed, his lips stretching into a knowing smile as he stood to his feet. He slowly rounded his

desk and stopped right in front of me. “Who picked up the delivery? A man or a woman?”

My nose crinkled at his insinuation. “A man.”

“And what were you doing with this man that made you spend such a long time only on delivery?”

This is ridiculous. Uncomfortable with his proximity, I took a step back, creating enough space between. “Whatever

that is going on in your head isn’t true sir. I only delivered the chicken and left.”

His eyes slowly trailed my body. “Did you?” He tried to close the distance between us but I ended up creating more.

“How long will you make me suffer Hazel?” He groaned, “I know you want me too, I’ve seen the way you look at

me, so why fight

this?”

The only way I look way this man is nothing but pure disgust. “You are my boss, and I’ve never stared at you

inappropriately.” Maybe it’s time I start looking for a new job.

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“Don’t fight this Hazel.”

“With all due respect sir,” I hissed, “do not cross the line. I am your employee and I ask you to maintain a level of

professionalism.”

He paused and arched his brows. “And if I don’t?”

“Then we will be discussing a case of possible harassment.”

Lifting his hand in surrender, he took a step back. “There is no need for that.” He gestured towards the door. “You

may leave.”

I bowed slightly before heading for the door. I grabbed the k nob when another issue crossed my mind. “And about

the delivery, taking orders to people’s houses isn’t part of my job, and if you want to add it, you’ll have to increase

my pay.” I refuse to be anyone’s pushover.