A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

Chapter 49

Winnie

Ritva’s kitchen is spotless. The floor is immaculate. Every little nook and cranny has been polished and cleaned. The handles of every cabinet are neat, and I feel so freaking proud of myself.

“Good job, Winnie!” I tell myself as I wipe

my forehead on the back of my hand,

smiling at the sparkling kitchen.

I’m so amazed by my work that I don’t

notice Jake until my back crashes into his wet form.

“Oh, sorry!”

“No problem,” his hands are on my shoulders, and he moves me aside to walk over to the tap.

I follow him with my eyes, gaping at the

view. He is only wearing a towel around his waist, and woah. Did he always look like

I stare at the corded muscles on his back, a bit taken aback. I don’t get to admire him too much, though. He quickly turns around with a glass of water brought to his lips. “I expected you to be long gone.”

“Oh,” I straighten myself, smiling

awkwardly. “I found more and more areas to clean, but I’m done now.”

“It looks very clean in here.”

“Thank you.

He gives me a sly, calculating look. “Did you take more time cleaning just so you could lag behind?”

I miraculously manage to keep my smile. It’s easy to get distracted by Jake’s half-

nakedness, the seductive note in his sly

voice, and how he looks at me as if he wants O LOOK AT him.

Maybe? I was hoping we could talk.”

Without showing any emotion, Jake keeps

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staring into my eyes with an intensity that has me questioning whether he is pissed off or if he always looks so intimidating. Like, we have known each other for years, but I’m only now starting to REALLY pay attention

to him.

“Sure, I have time,” he walks over to the fridge, grabs a beer, and then heads over to sit by the table. I watch him pop it open, but he doesn’t even glance at me. Instead, his voice goes chillier. “Well? Start talking. What are you waiting for?”

My heart pounds against my ribcage, but I don’t know why. Could it be because Jake has always been approachable? The funny thing is that I preferred him to be nice. Now when

he isn’t, I’m uncomfortable and hesitant about whether or not I should open my big

mouth.

I pull out my own chair. “Why do you like me?”

If Jake is surprised by my blunt question, he doesn’t show it. I’m glad because I rather

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not play dumb. He hasn’t said the exact words, yet we both know how he feels about

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“We have always had each other’s backs. You’ve always been my partner in crime, and… I wanted to keep it that way. That’s the reason I wanted to ask you out and why I was planning on getting there.”

“Wanted…” I pout, a bit irritated by his use of past tense. “Does it mean you’re over me

now?”

“You already know the answer to that question, and please don’t insult my intelligence by pretending you don’t.”

At first, I stare at him, then I notice the slight of the corner of his lip and realize he is messing with me.

I smile in my seat. “Yeah, yeah… you don’t get over a person within a day and all that. I get it.”

“Mhm…” Jake drinks more water, then adds, “Also, aside from liking to hear you laugh.

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And how you include me in every ridiculous plan that your amazing mind can conjure. You’re also exactly my type appearance- wise. I think you’re gorgeous.”

I snort. This is hilarious. “That is rather hard to believe. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not ugly, by no means. I have some self-confidence, but I know what sort of women your people

date.”

“My people?” He blinks in confusion.

“Jocks.”

“Oh…” he is trying not to let it show on his face, but I can see a curious light in his big, blue eyes. He also looks massively

entertained. “What sort of women do my people date?”

“I***a models or influencers,” I shrug. Those girls that wake up looking perfect with a bun on the top of their head and some hair spilling out of it… also, if they fill like it, they might hashtag it with something pretty, like ‘morningroutine’ or some shit. Those

girls your people date also have their own skin routine and their own branded bottles, which they claim they religiously use every morning in their videos, even though they

don’t.”

Jake snorts. “Do you hold a grudge toward those girls?”

“Not at all… it’s just who you NHL people. date…” I’m half teasing right now. I don’t hold a grudge against influencers. A friend of mine actually used to be one.

“Tell me more so I can take notes,” Jake sounds amused. “I might need them for wife -hunting in the future.”

I laugh. “Wife-hunting…” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

He winks at me. “Yeah, so chop-chop, I need

to hear this. Tell me about the woman we’

jocks’ like to date.”

“Hmm, let’s see… the women your kind is interested in never have a bad hair day.

Neither do they ever fart nor use the toilet. They are tall, with shiny hair, and look so

gorgeous that you ask yourself if it’s a filter or if they were just born that way.”

“I like tall women, actually. I don’t have to bend my neck,” Jake says, grinning, and I just know he is trying to get under my skin.

I’m all here for the war, though.

“Oh, yeah?” My voice is a challenge. “Then perhaps you should find yourself a tall woman and not bother with me. The Lord knows my short legs won’t grow any longer.

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My words make Jake frown, and he looks genuinely confused for a moment. “Are you unhappy with your height?”

“Sometimes,” I admit. “Like, I’m not super

short, but I’m not tall either. So, when I’m around a group of taller women, I feel more childish than them, you know? I reached my

final height early and towered over every kid

in my class back in the day. But one

summer, everyone just grew past me. I felt pretty humiliated when all my classmates

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wanted to compare themselves to me.”

“Sounds like you might have a complex.”

My lips twist into a wry smile. “Perhaps… are you trying to insult me?”

“No,” he is studying me from his seat, smirking. “Just teasing you. Height is a ridiculous thing to care about.”

“Oh, really?” I ask and lift my eyebrows. Challenge accepted. “So you wouldn’t mind. being with a woman taller than you?”

“I wouldn’t, actually,” Jake taps his chin as

if thinking of himself in that situation. “It would be pretty hot, now that I think about

it… a taller Amazonian Winnie,” he whistles.

lowly. “Damn.”

I stare at him, blushing madly because what

he just said is the weirdest fantasy ever. I don’t want to be Winnie the Amazonian!

Jake must notice my growing discomfort because he laughs a loud rumbling laugh. ” I’m just messing with you,” his lips won’t

stop twitching. “And it was way easier than I thought it would be.”

I’m stunned by Jake’s laughter. He looks youthful and about a hundred times more attractive when he isn’t wearing his usual emotionless, resting asshole face. This is so

much better.

I smile at him. “Since you’re laughing, am I off the hook?”

His eyes narrow, but his lips twist into a smirk. “We definitely aren’t there yet, Winnie, but nice try,” his face is only growing darker. “Though, if you want to make up to me, there is an easy solution.”

“And what is that?”

Jake doesn’t respond. He lifts himself from the chair, and his hands keep the towel in place. I look up at him, uneasy and frankly a little bit nervous about the look on his face.

His eyes gleam with heat, and the closer he gets, the wilder my heart pounds against my

ribcage.

“If you want me to forgive you, get down on your knees.”

His words aren’t a question, and I wet my lips, whispering, “To do what?”

It’s a dumb question. Jake drops the towel, and I get free access to look at his fat pecs,

abs, and throbbing member. His body is

truly a work of art, ideal for the sport he plays but even more perfect for a woman’s

lust.

A rush of need flares through me as I look him up and down, and I stand from my seat, about to touch his chest, but Jake grabs my wrists. I can’t move. He easily holds me back and tips his chin.

I stare up into his eyes questioningly, and he calmly says, “I said get down on your knees.”

His commanding tone is hot. I’m already getting wet, even though I don’t know his angle. Is this just simple sex? Doesn’t matter. I’m too fired up not to obey Jake. I want us to be friends again. I want to

make

up to him, and if he forgives me by letting me such his monster cock in the kitchen, then sign me in. This is a win-win scenario.

I get down on my knees and grip his length, and Jake groans as I wrap my lips around his

fat cockhead. It arouses me even more, especially when his big hand clamps down on my head, forcing me to take him deeper into my throat while he groans louder.

He is so sexy, and more saliva gathers in my mouth. I will suck him so good that he won’t remember to stay mad at me.