City Vibes - Complete Series (BWWM Interracial Billionaire Romance) by Violet Jackson
Authors: Violet Jackson
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simply lifted it with no effort at all. In fact, she almost kissed him back until awareness washed over her like a wave of icy water.
Reese abruptly drew her head back and shoved him away. He took two big steps back in order to catch his step, but, other than that, seemed completely unphased by her reaction. She opened her mouth to reprimand him from kissing her, but, unable to bring herself to say anything, scurried off the landing, down the stairs, and out of the Whitney.
Chapter 16
The elevator doors swung open and Reese stepped into the hallway in front of Daniel's door. Her heart pounded in her chest at a rate and intensity she refused to believe was possible, let alone healthy. Her blood seeped through her veins, cold and thick with guilt over what she had just allowed to happen and anticipation of whatever was coming next. She placed the key Daniel had had made for her into its lock but then froze. What was she going to do? Daniel would almost certainly be on the other side of that door by then, and he's going to want to know what she had been doing all day. She pressed her head against his door and squeezed her eyes shut willing herself to forget the fact that she had just kissed another man... or that she liked it-
The door was ripped away from her.
Reese took two startled steps backwards, then looked up to find herself staring at a very unkempt looking Daniel. He held a cocktail glass half filled with what looked like Bourbon in with trembling fingers. His eyes were red around the rims and he wore nothing but his Armani boxers and a pair of house-slippers.
Without thinking anything of it, Reese threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him. He seemed startled at first, but he then melted into her embrace. She had barely buried her face in his bare chest, when he violently drew himself away from her.
It was in watching the way that Daniel haphazardly stumbled backwards, that Reese realized he was well beyond sober. “Why are you wearing cologne.”
Reese's heart stopped. She wasn't wearing cologne. She shook her head and pushed past him into the apartment in order to buy herself some time to answer. Yet just as she reached the raised platform at the end of the front hallway, she stopped, taking in the sight of an overturned lamp, unearthed cushions and what looked like a broken wine fluke. With her jaw hanging stupidly open, she stepped down into the living area.
“What the hell happened?” Reese demanded, turning her gaze back on him.
But he was glaring at her. “I'll answer your question if you answer mine.” He sneered.
She threw her hands up in surrender, hot tears of guilt pouring from her eyes. “I'm not wearing cologne. Someone else was.” She felt the confession pressing against her lips, begging to be set free.
Daniel shook his head as his face contorted into the most painful expression Reese had ever seen him make. He then waved his hand dismissively, took a generous swig of his drink and pressed past her into the living area.
“You went to the Whitney with him?” He asked in a raw voice.
“W-with who?” Reese asked.
“HIM! The guy you're cheating on me with!”
Reese's eyes went wide with fear. “I'm not cheating on you...” She muttered in a shaking voice.
Daniel sat on the window seal, keeping his head hung low. “So, what were you doing?”
As she cautiously approached him, she felt an explanation forming just on the tip of her tongue. “I just went to the Whitney with a friend I swear.” It was most of the truth, but she knew she couldn't tell him all of, not like this.
He nodded. But his glass slowly slipped from his hand and crashed onto the hard, tile floor.
Reese wrapped her arms around him, rocking the two of them back and forth.
“I was right about why they called me.” He muttered darkly.
Reese nodded. “I know, Daniel, I know.”
“It was that twenty billion dollars I let slip from my fingers.” He continued as he rested his head on her
Reese abruptly drew her head back and shoved him away. He took two big steps back in order to catch his step, but, other than that, seemed completely unphased by her reaction. She opened her mouth to reprimand him from kissing her, but, unable to bring herself to say anything, scurried off the landing, down the stairs, and out of the Whitney.
Chapter 16
The elevator doors swung open and Reese stepped into the hallway in front of Daniel's door. Her heart pounded in her chest at a rate and intensity she refused to believe was possible, let alone healthy. Her blood seeped through her veins, cold and thick with guilt over what she had just allowed to happen and anticipation of whatever was coming next. She placed the key Daniel had had made for her into its lock but then froze. What was she going to do? Daniel would almost certainly be on the other side of that door by then, and he's going to want to know what she had been doing all day. She pressed her head against his door and squeezed her eyes shut willing herself to forget the fact that she had just kissed another man... or that she liked it-
The door was ripped away from her.
Reese took two startled steps backwards, then looked up to find herself staring at a very unkempt looking Daniel. He held a cocktail glass half filled with what looked like Bourbon in with trembling fingers. His eyes were red around the rims and he wore nothing but his Armani boxers and a pair of house-slippers.
Without thinking anything of it, Reese threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him. He seemed startled at first, but he then melted into her embrace. She had barely buried her face in his bare chest, when he violently drew himself away from her.
It was in watching the way that Daniel haphazardly stumbled backwards, that Reese realized he was well beyond sober. “Why are you wearing cologne.”
Reese's heart stopped. She wasn't wearing cologne. She shook her head and pushed past him into the apartment in order to buy herself some time to answer. Yet just as she reached the raised platform at the end of the front hallway, she stopped, taking in the sight of an overturned lamp, unearthed cushions and what looked like a broken wine fluke. With her jaw hanging stupidly open, she stepped down into the living area.
“What the hell happened?” Reese demanded, turning her gaze back on him.
But he was glaring at her. “I'll answer your question if you answer mine.” He sneered.
She threw her hands up in surrender, hot tears of guilt pouring from her eyes. “I'm not wearing cologne. Someone else was.” She felt the confession pressing against her lips, begging to be set free.
Daniel shook his head as his face contorted into the most painful expression Reese had ever seen him make. He then waved his hand dismissively, took a generous swig of his drink and pressed past her into the living area.
“You went to the Whitney with him?” He asked in a raw voice.
“W-with who?” Reese asked.
“HIM! The guy you're cheating on me with!”
Reese's eyes went wide with fear. “I'm not cheating on you...” She muttered in a shaking voice.
Daniel sat on the window seal, keeping his head hung low. “So, what were you doing?”
As she cautiously approached him, she felt an explanation forming just on the tip of her tongue. “I just went to the Whitney with a friend I swear.” It was most of the truth, but she knew she couldn't tell him all of, not like this.
He nodded. But his glass slowly slipped from his hand and crashed onto the hard, tile floor.
Reese wrapped her arms around him, rocking the two of them back and forth.
“I was right about why they called me.” He muttered darkly.
Reese nodded. “I know, Daniel, I know.”
“It was that twenty billion dollars I let slip from my fingers.” He continued as he rested his head on her
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