Chapter Eight

Afterr hugging for a while, Ivy finally slept off in his arms. Chris had intended to take her to another place but since she was already sleeping, he just ordered the driver to take them home. As the car stopped moving. Ivy woke up. "Where are we?" She asked drowsily.

"Home." He simply replied and got out of the car. He opened the car door for her and stretched out his hand to her.

"Am not going inside. Just take me to my place." Ivy said. She didn't even take her time to look at the house when she rushed out in the morning but from the little she could see, she knew the house was magnificent.

"Then you leave me no choice."

"Hm..." She was about to ask what he meant when he leaned into the car and carried her out. "Put me down!" She said while struggling to be out down.

"I'd advice you stop struggling. You might be putting the workers in trouble. If the should as much as see your bare legs, I'll pull their eyes out." He warned her and that worked. She shut her mouth and stopped her protest. When she looked around, she felt like entering his body and disappearing. The workers were walking around the house and even tho they weren't looking at them, she knew they had seen her being carried out of the car against her will.

At that moment, Chris felt that all his workers need a raise. She leaned deeper into his chest and buried her face in his neck. "Just stay chill. Okay?"

"I'll kill you if you don't close your mouth and hurry up inside.!" Ivy threatened against his next.

Chris at that moment felt his whole body light up. What she was doing to him was beyond his control. He had never been like that. "Ouch kitten. I feel threatened. " He said with a chuckle.

"Are you mocking me?" Ivy said angrily. If she had her way, she would probably bite him but, she didn't want this silly man to ask her to take responsibility again.

He opened the door and stepped into his sitting room. He only needed to make a sign and the house became empty at once. He gently places her feet on the ground and said "we are here. Make yourself feel at home because, this will probably be your home in a few weeks."

"I won't move in with you. This relationship is going to end when you get tired anyways." She said.

"What makes you think so?" He asked without moving a step away from her. Instead, he turned to face her and she took a step back just to have space.

"You are a womanizer who changes girlfriends like clothes" She said without thinking. True, that's what the blogs say about him.

"I didn't know you listen to gossips more than facts." He said. He knew exactly how she would have come to that conclusion. He was always photographed with different women.

"Isn't what they say true? Take today for example. That shylie or shyla whatever is probably one of the women you've slept and now wants you." Ivy said with a little bit of anger. She didn't know if she was angry because the woman wants him or because of the thought that she might have been one of his many exes.

"Is that jealousy I smell,?"Chris Asked with a smile. He had not stopped moving and because of that, they had both fallen on the couch with Chris on top of her.

"You wish. Get off me!" Ivy made to push him away but he wouldn't budge.

"To clear things up, I don't sleep with sluts. True, am always around women but, I choose them. Except you of course. You picked me! And here we are." He said and kissed the side of her mouth. He wanted to eat her up so badly but, he didn't want to scare her away.

Ivy didn't even know what she was doing. She ran her tongue over the place he kissed and swallowed. "I bet you say that to all your girlfriends to make them feel special."

"Do I look like someone who would butter up a woman?" He asked her. This woman was doing everything in her power to only see the bad about him. "You my dear kitten, are the only woman. I will be this close with. Not even my mother could stay this close to me'' he added.

The intensity of his stare made Ivy believe he was saying the truth. A part of her felt happy while the other part was warning her not to be pulled in. "Fine... Uhnm... Get off me!" She tried to push him off.

"What if I don't?"

"I'll bite you till I taste blood and then, I'll best you up. I know how to throw a goo punch." Ivy said.

"Hmm, you make me want to take you over and over kitten. What have you done to me?" Chris moaned out. As she moved underneath him, she didn't know she was awakening his beast.

Ivy noticed the buldge. She knew what was happening. She needed to get away from him before she ends up giving in to the passion that was burning between them. "Get of me." She used all of her strength to push him off and when she thought he wasn't going to stand, he did.

"You don't need to act so scared. The next time I'll be inside you, you'll be the one to beg for it. I will be here when you want it kitten. We have a lifetime to fuck as much as we want anyways." Chris said and ivy blushed.

She was blushing at how raw he spoke. She had had sex with her ex but, she found Chris to be too raw. He spoke without restraint and she doesn't know why but, she kinda liked how honest he is. "I won't be begging to get in your bed. Why should I?" She managed to say with was contrary to her thoughts.

"Let's wait and see. Don't be in a haste to conclude." Chris drawled.

"Am starving. Won't you feed me?" Ivy changed the subject.

"I want to feed you with my cock but you don't want it." He said with a shrug.

Ivy felt something between her legs as that. 'am I getting wet just by hearing this' she thought. She has prided herself on being able to control herself. "I... I meant real food. I... You took me out and yet didn't get to eat a grain of rice." She stammered.

Chris was happy at her reaction. He felt pleased to know that he had such an effect on her. He smiled and decided to go easy on her. She was his already and there was no use rushing her. He would take his sweet time. "Fine. Let me check what the cooks might have prepared." He said and stood up from the couch where she had pushed him. "This way" He places his hand on the small of her back and led her to the dinning room. He had actually sent a message to the cooks, telling them to prepare food since he decided he was taking her home.