บททั้งหมดของ The Bargain : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

“I had questions, I know the answer now.” Racheal responded to Steffan’s questions, hoping he would not ask anymore.They both stared at each other silently, and she found her mind wandering to memories she did not want it to. Steffan stood up and began to walk towards her. He was still in his work suit, and he looked insanely handsome. She panicked. She was not ready yet, she needed to think some more, and sort all she had just learned into the right boxes.“I think Skylar is in trouble.” She blurted out. Steffan froze in his track. “What?” “I saw her. I saw her, she was hitting on the window and then she was not there again.” Racheal said. Steffan was looking at her in confusion. She knew she must have sounded incoherent, but the image was still haunting her, and the thought that she had failed her friend. She could not live with herself if anything happened to Skylar. “What are you talking about?” Steffan asked. “I sent you a voicenote to let you know. Did you not get it?”

The couple walked out of the Almir penthouse, back into their cars. Racheal sat quietly beside Steffan in the car, as he gave instructions to his employees to ready his private jet for the trip. She looked away, and out of the window, wondering just how much money he had. Skylar had told her he was a billionaire, independent of his family’s wealth, so although this was her first time hearing he owned his own jet, seperate from the one his family had, she was not very surprised.She thought about how she did not really know this man who was her husband.“Why are you cold even with the car heater on?” Steffan said with concern, as he draped his jacket over her shoulder. “Do you feel sick again?” He asked.She shook her head as she shrugged on the jacket, and tightened it around her body. “Why did you not go see Skylar tonight?” She asked. He had a jet, he did not need a public flight schedule. A jet could be readied in no time. “The sky has too much turbulence to fly this night. The

Racheal froze for a moment, as her lips got consumed with Steffan’s fiery one. He sank his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back so he could claim her lips even further. They were still lying side by side on their bed. She tentatively placed her hand on his shoulder, feeling the hard flesh of it as she had always wanted to. This seemed to fire him up. He ran his tongue over her lower lip, coaxing her to part her lips. He swooped in for her tongue immediately she did, sending hot sparks down between her legs. Finally, he slowly pulled back and stared into her eyes. The blue of his eyes seemed strangely bluer.“I like you.” He said, in that low voice he had, the baritone reverberating in his throat. His words evoked feelings she did not think possible, in her. “I like your full lips and the way they press together when you are hurt or angry. I like the beautiful lines that immediately appear around… here.” He tongue darted out and swiftly licked the spot he was referring to

Racheal and Steffan maintained silence for a few minutes. She glanced at him through the mirror. He was looking at her, waiting, expectant. She looked away and sighed. “My mother disappeared, really. I don’t know where she was buried.” She said, picking up her belongings and returning to their bedroom to wear her dress. Steffan followed her not long after.“Why?” He asked, when he came in.“You remember my step-mother?” She asked, thinking about the day she told him how her step-mother had maltreated and tortured her.“Yes.” Steffan responded. His voice sounded strange. Racheal glanced back quickly, and looked at him. His eyes were like a dark pit. She wondered if she should continue with the story, since it was already upsetting him so much. She decided to continue. He did not like when she was tight-lipped, and she did not want to spoil the good mood they had been sharing since last night. “She was my father’s mistress, a few years before I was born, while my mother struggl

Racheal watched the ceremony continue with different speeches from several other people. She sat still trying not to think about her father. She kept her eyes on the screen, studying the faces of people she did not know and may never meet. Some people had brought their children, and she thought how foolish that was. If she had a child, she would never bring them to packed spaces like these.The thought that she would possibly have a child within the next year, at the rate that things were going made her shiver. She did not want to have a child in this circumstance. It frightened her.She felt Steffan watching her, and turned to him. He smiled at her, she smiled back. It was a good thing he did not have the ability to read every single one of her thoughts. The president finally climbed the stage to give his own speech. She wondered if he knew her father was here. Spencer Sherrod was a cunning man, he probably knew, and approved it for her father to be allowed into the country. Wha