The Billionaire’s Song - Chapter 17 Surprise

“Surprise,” Kyle said with a nervous laugh.

“K-Kyle..what are you doing here?” I said as I walked into his open arms.

“I felt bad for not spending time with you so here I am,” he said as he leaned down and kissed me.

“You don’t need to feel bad, I know you’ve been busy,” I said as I pressed my head against his chest.

Guilt started to engulf me but I brushed it aside. I had missed Kyle and I didn’t want to ruin the moment.My hands were shaking as I put the key through the keyhole and I was hoping Kyle wouldn’t notice. But obviously he did.

“Hey, are you okay baby?” Kyle looked at me with concern.

“I’m fine-I’m just excited to see you I guess,” I said with a nervous smile. I kicked off my heels and threw myself onto the couch. Kyle sat next to me and put his arms around me again.

“I missed you so much babe. More than you can imagine,”he whispered into my hair.”That’s why I’m here-I planned a small get together at my house and I’d like it very much, if you could come?” He asked, holding me at arms length.

“Like now?How small is this get together?”I looked up at him suspiciously.

“Yeah like now..It’s really small. Just a bunch of insignificant people that helped put the album and the launch together,” he laughed.

“Okay, just let me get changed and then we can go,” I got up and Kyle pulled me back onto his lap.

“You don’t need to change babe. You look perfect. You’re perfect,” he kissed me lightly, “But I must say this dress makes me want to do unspeakable things to you,” his eyes roved up and down my body.

“Really? Is it too revealing??” I was worried that maybe I had sent out the wrong message to JP by wearing this dress. It was a simple black off-shoulder dress. It hugged my curves in all the right places and it was knee-length.

“Not really,” Kyle laughed as he stood up and carried me up to my room bridal style.

He lowered me slowly onto the bed and we just lay there staring at each other.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice husky and his eyes clouded with love or lust or a bit of both I think.

My heart was hammering hard against my chest and I’m sure he could hear it.I swallowed nervously.

He twirled his finger in my hair and brushed soft kisses on my shoulder and along my collarbone. His touch left me paralyzed and breathless. He brushed his lips against mine and continued to leave a hot trail down my neck. I buried my hands into his hair and tugged gently.Our breathing became heavy and ragged and we started removing each others clothes with such urgency until we were just down to our underwear. Our hands and our lips all over each other. Never breaking away from each other. But once again Kyle stilled and pulled himself away as if he was was in pain.

“Maya,you will be the death of me” he groaned as he pulled away and laid on his back, next to me,running his hands through his hair and down his face.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I sat up, giving him a worried look.

“No, no..you didn’t hurt me baby,” he said pulling me into his arms,”Its just that I got carried away again. I’m sorry babe.”

Wait- not this again. He can’t pull this stunt again.

“What?!” I gritted my teeth. “He can’t do this to me again,” I muttered to myself as I pushed my hair back with my hands.

“I’m sorry babe but-” he started.

“Save it Kyle!” I snapped as I got off the bed and stalked towards the bathroom. I slammed the door for emphasis and made sure it was locked.

“Maya-babe. Please don’t be pissed. I’m sorry okay? Please come out and let’s talk,” he pleaded as he tapped gently on the door.”I promise to keep my hands to myself,” he made an attempt to joke, trying to lighten the mood.

“Go away!” I shouted from behind the door.

“Maya. Please come out babe. I can explain,” He said as he butted his head against the bathroom door.

I heard the door bell ring very distinctly and I froze. What if it’s Jean-Pierre??Besides Rita, he was the only one that my security would allow to come in this late.

“I’ll get it,” Kyle said. I heard him slip on his jeans and then he padded barefoot down thestairs.

I rushed out of the bathroom and quickly grabbed a black satin robe from my closet. I tied the sash as I ran outto see who was at the door.

I stood at the top of the stairswaiting to see who it was and my worst fears were confirmed as a topless Kyle swung open the door to welcome none other than Jean-Pierre Durand.