All Chapters of Her Billionaire's Proposal: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mason still hadn’t come out, and she ran to the elevator praying to God it would get there before she had to face him again. She couldn’t even let herself think about what happened until she was out of there. He had given her the most amazing orgasm, and then she’d left him with his pants around his ankles in the company conference room with the worst case of blue balls known to any man. If this was someone else’s life she would be high-fiving them so hard.The doors opened and she entered, quickly pushing the button and watching as each floor counted down. As soon as the elevator reached the lobby she raced out and down the hall. She briefly heard the security guard say something about working late, but she simply just waved and sped past him. With each step the ache between her legs reminded her of the events of the last hour. As she reached her car she unlocked it, pulled open the door, and collapsed into the safety of the leather seats. She looked up at myself in the rear-view mir

“Where are we eating tonight?”“My place.”“I thought we would be going out. You cooking?”“I have a personal chef. She’s taking care of everything.” she nodded. Of course he does. As they arrive and take the elevator to his place. Sasha his chef greets them at the door.“Hey, Sasha, hope you are ready to have our minds blown tonight.” Mason says, as he takes off his coat and places it on the rack by the door. The middle aged woman nods and Lisa couldn’t ignore as the sweet yet pungent fragrance punctuates the air tomato and basil. They must be having Italian. Great. She loved Italian..”Make yourself comfortable,” Mason says. “Wine?” he asks. “Or something stronger?”“Wine is good.”“Red?”“Sure.” He pulls a bottle from an ornate wrought-iron rack. He hasn’t smiled since he picked her up at the office. He leads her to the kitchen. All marble and hardwood, of course, with a giant island surrounded by barstools.“Please.” Mason waves his hand as he hands her over a small piece of neatl

His words felt like a brick settled on top of her. At least he was honest. She could give him that. She responded the only way she knew how.“I’m not asking for your love.” He let out a chuckle.“Sooner or later, all you women want love.” she chuckled back at him but couldn’t think of anything to say. “Maybe you don’t want love today, and maybe not tomorrow. But you will someday.”“And who’s to say you and I are going to be together someday?” she said and he just let out another chuckle.“I can guarantee you we won’t be together someday. I don’t love, Lisa. I take. I take what others are willing to give to me, but I can’t give anything in return. It’s not in me.” she touched his shoulders, gently massaging them. “I am not in love with you, Mason but glad to know where your heart lies on the topic.” She lied. He gently caressed her face and his arms tucked against her sides and his legs tangled with hers, the coarse hair on his calves stimulating her hypersensitive skin. She felt sad

Amber tugged Lisa back a step and then leaned in by her ear so Lisa could hear her. “I’m going home with Steve afterward. Is that okay? Will you be okay getting back to the apartment by yourself? He said he’ll get a cab for you.” Lisa’s eyebrows rose.“You sure?” Amber nodded. “We’ve been talking for a while now. I really like him.”“Then go. Just be careful, okay?” Amber smiled and nodded. They found their table, ordered drinks and waited. The frantic beat of the music invaded Lisa’s body and she found herself wiggling in time as they stood by their table. Trina joined in and soon the girls had their own section of the dance floor right at their table. Before their waitress arrived with their drinks, two guys came over, their smiles charming, and began talking to Trina and Jennifer.Lisa chose to remain at the back of the table, where a railing provided a view of the dance floor. She didn't want to showcase her search in any way, and she also didn't want to deal with any awkward men.

“Did you think I wouldn’t allow you to go? I know you have friends.”“Is that why you’re angry? I don’t know why I didn’t just say exactly what I was doing, Mason. Maybe I did worry you wouldn’t want me to go.”“Hell no, that isn’t why I’m furious,” he bit out. “I get a call from my driver because he was never called to pick you up. You weren’t at your apartment so I could only think you’d taken a cab. You and your friends, out to a club. No protection. Getting into some cab with God knows who and then coming home drunk, alone, in a cab, at two o’clock in the damn morning.” She blinked in complete surprise. That wasn’t at all what she thought he’d say.“You don't need my permission to leave the house or for me to restrict you, Lisa. It’s about you being careful. It concerns the fact that I was utterly concerned since I didn't know where you were or if you were safe. I couldn't even send the driver to wait on you because you weren't returning my calls or texts. Hell, I was thinking you