Chapter7:

Silvie’s POV ‘Oh my God. Kyle?!” I gasped. “Wait, no, shit. I mean, Mr. Blackwell. Shit, I am so, so sorry.” I was scrambling to gather myself and my thoughts.  As I stared into Kyle’s amused but intense sky gaze, I could not believe it. What. The. Fuck. What the hell do you mean I'd kissed and basically grinded all over to near oblivion was Frosthelm City’s hottest and richest bachelor? Like I knew the man was definitely one of the upperclass wealthy men, April and I had already established that. But of all people, it was Kyle Blackwell?! What sort of god did I please to have landed myself in such a situation, the situation being his lap? This man had pulled ungodly sounds out of my lips. His hands, fuck, his mouth had been all over my body, and distinctly, all over my chest. I knew what his… what his… dick… felt like. And now he was standing in front of me. Heat crept into my cheeks. “Angel…” Kyle's voice was teasing and he stepped even closer now, fresh coffee breath alerting my sen