Page 104 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
“Oh, I can imagine. You were only sixteen! I’m so sorry.” She throws her arms around me and hugs me tight.
“You were seventeen when you were violated, too. Have you ever thought about therapy, Bonnie? That’s an awful lot of baggage to carry around.”
“I have thought about it. It's just that I can’t remember the details of how he forced himself on me. Must be the drugs he gave me. I think it’s a blessing not to remember. I worry that I’ll lose that blessing if I let myself go to therapy.”
“What about your parents’ betrayal? Growing up under those circumstances has got to leave scars on you somehow.”
“I suppose. I don’t know, though. Again, rehashing all that is bound to be painful, isn’t it?”
“Alright, Bonnie, take your time. You’re right. Therapy can be hard, and you need to be sure you want to go through it.”
“Coming from the therapy expert.” She nudges me playfully, and I chuckle.
The progress I've made in six months is more than the past ten years combined. And it’s because of this woman constantly pushing my limits and each time rewarding me with what I crave most: her.
We stay like that for a long while, her naked body sprawled over mine, my hand combing through her short, curly hair.
“Ethan,” she says as she looks up at me. I look down, meeting her gaze.
“Hmm?”
“I like being here, with you.”
That’s because you belong with me.
“You’re falling for me, Bonnie, and you should know that you’ll fall harder every time you run away and come back.”
She rolls her eyes. “In your dreams. You’re so full of yourself. I wonder if you stand in front of the mirror, preening and reciting eulogies to yourself on a daily basis.”
I laugh. “Well, except for the recitals. So, what do you say to me being your boyfriend?"
"I don't do boyfriends, Harvard." She smirks.
I chuckle, "This one you'll do Bonnie. You'll do him so hard you'll see a whole galaxy of stars."
She giggles "I dunno, you're too tall. You're twelve inches taller than me. I'll get a crick in my neck talking to you. If that's not a red flag, I don't know what is."
"And I'll probably be hunchbacked in a few years' time, but if we can find a good chiropractor before we begin—"
"What do you mean 'years' Ethan?"
I ignore that. Instead, I say. "You know what I see when I look at you, Bonnie?"
"What?" She breathes.
Christ, talk about a praise kink. We're going to have an insane amount of fun from that little quirk of hers.
"Me."
She rolls her eyes and huffs, "And it was going so well!"
I laugh. "Bonnie, that was such a high compliment. In fact, that's as high as it can get."
"Oh my God, your ego is unbelievable. Let me just say, you are so not going to be my boyfriend."
I turn over so she’s on her back, then I splay my hand on her belly. "I hear you."
My hand almost spans her narrow waist. I follow her curves to the flare of her hip and stroke the soft flesh of her inner thigh.