Billionaire Flawed 1(247)

I can arrange bail for her, nothing more. I am not in the habit of interfering with my detectives.

If you could arrange for her to be released on bail, I would be most grateful. It was better than nothing, Nicholas thought.





When Nicholas collected Adele from the police station, she looked drawn. I'm taking you back to my house, you need looking after, he'd said. But she'd refused. She wanted to go home, she was exhausted.

I don't know how you did it, but thank you for securing my release. She held his arm, as he helped her to her front door.

I did it because I ...... he stopped, unsure of himself.

Because you what? she looked at him.

To hell with it. Because I have grown very fond of you.

Fond? she repeated.

Alright, more than fond, I am in love with you.

Adele looked at him. Poor man, he's fallen in love with a murderer, a woman who will be locked up forever. Nicholas, I have developed strong feelings for you as well. But I have to talk to you about something.

Arthur held the door open, pleased to see Adele again. Tea, my Lady? he asked.

Yes, please, tea.

They sat opposite each other and said nothing. Nicholas felt vulnerable. He'd told her of his feelings and received little in return.

Nicholas, I have to confess to something, something terrible, that will prevent us from ever being together. She looked at his expression, and her heart sank. I am in love with you too. Nicholas beamed and took her hands, but she remained serious, and something told him to pull away again. But I did have something to do with the death of...

She stopped as someone knocked on the front door. She remained silent, waiting for Arthur to deal with it. But Arthur came into the room with a disapproving look on his face. Mr. Kellet is here again. Adele got up and followed Arthur to the front door. Kellet was standing on the doorstep. He was holding an envelope.

May I come in and speak to you? he said.

Adele drew breath. She stood aside and showed him into the dining room. Say what you have to say and leave, I'm already in enough trouble.

This is for you, he handed her the envelope.

What is it?

Thirty thousand.

What?

The money you gave me, I'm returning it.

I don't....... Adele was speechless.

It seems we were too late. So I'm doing the honorable thing and returning your cash.

What do you mean, too late?

Well, someone got to Mr. Pimms before we could. Someone else killed him. It seems he had more than one enemy.

Do you mean you didn't kill him? Or anyone to do with you?

He shook his head. No,

Why did my husband want him killed anyway? She'd been too afraid to ask before, but now it didn't matter.

Mr. Pimms had been blackmailing your husband.

Why?

I'm sorry to tell you, your late husband was having an affair with Mrs. Pimms younger sister. Miss Leatham. Pimms found out about it and threatened to tell you.

What? Adele's heart was racing. I don't believe it.

Well, believe what you want, but you have your money, and your conscience should be clear now.

Adele went back to Nicholas after Kellet had left.

You were about to tell me something important I think, he said.

She looked dazed. What? Oh, no it's not important now. Do you think I could become you proper fiancee? she asked.

He didn't care what had changed. He just got up and took her in his arms. I would like nothing more.





That evening, Adele gave Nicholas the money back. He didn't want to know what had happened. He assumed something positive had taken place and relieved her of debt.

That evening, she also gave herself to him for the first time. She'd flirted mercilessly with him at dinner, and by the time she let him into her bedroom, he was on fire.

Nicolas undressed Adele hastily and threw her onto the bed, catching a glimpse of her pink folds between her legs. Still dressed, he placed his mouth on her and ran his tongue around her entrance. Adele shivered with pleasure. Then he used his tongue to stroke her folds, flickering upwards to find her bud. Adele let out a moan, so Nicolas inserted a finger into her wet womanhood. Adele moaned louder this time. When he inserted a second finger, he felt her tighten and heard her scream out his name. When she relaxed again, he paused to let her catch her breath. Then he kissed her clitoris ever so slightly, and he heard her gasp. He moved his fingers slowly, massaging the swollen spot deep inside her. Her moans sounded more desperate this time, and as he moved his tongue gently in circles, she came again, and again.

Nicolas wiped his mouth and removed his trousers, his penis yearning to break free. Adele lay motionless on the bed, spent, her eyes taking in his muscles and all of his manhood, large, red, throbbing. She rose to her knees and took his penis into her hand and drew it into her mouth. She loved how soft the skin felt, a silk cover for a hard rod.

“Stop,” Nicolas said with a husky voice. “I wish to pleasure you. I’ve never before felt such a desire to pleasure a woman.” He lowered his fiancee onto her back and gently placed himself ontop of her. He kissed her like he had kissed no other woman, gently but passionately.