Eat The Rich (bxb)

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Chapter Forty Five

Ryan was arrested and charges against me were dropped, all we had to do now was wait for the court date to decide whether or not Ryan would be sentenced. We had worked extremely hard on building up a strong case, with the help of Franklin I was feeling hopeful.

There was a high chance of us winning the case and Ryan would be put behind bars for his crimes as well as the sex offenders list. I didn't want him to be able to just slot back into society without him being punished, he deserved everything that's coming to him.

Today Emma and David informed me and Franklin that the court date would be six weeks from now, meaning that we needed to start preparing our statements as soon as possible.

Weston takes me back to his, he always waits or leaves Darryl outside so that I can get home okay. He's been a true blessing and I never once took him for granted.

Once inside his apartment Weston slides off my jacket and hangs it up neatly next to his, pouring us some water and boiling the kettle. "Do you want anything?" He asks from beside the kitchen counter.

My head shakes as I approach him, pressing my hand to the small of his back. Wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head down onto the side of his ribs, needing a moment to be close to him. Feeling his warmth and his presence, that's all I wanted right now.

"What do you want to do for the rest of the evening?" Weston questions as he slides his hand along my arm soothingly.

"Spend it with you," I mumble into his back.

Weston swipes his hand backwards to catch the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair as he pulls me into his side and cuddles me back. "Well we've already got that part down," he tells me, his fingers still dancing along the bare skin on my arms.

"Anything," I respond, my cheek pressed up against the fabric of his shirt. "Chill, watch a movie. You know, what we do best."

His chest rumbles with a light laugh causing me to smile. "You're right," he says with a sigh. "What else do we do apart from eat food and watch movies?"

"We're going to New York soon," I say as I peek my eyes up to him.

"Yup," he purses his lips before glancing down at me, his warm brown eyes fixating on mine. "We sure are."

"Once the trial is over, it'll be a brand new start into the new year. Onwards and upwards for both of us." Weston tells me with a confident nod, his arms tightening around me.

"I'm ready to let it go," I say quietly, letting the feeling wash over my body.

I deserved to get closure from all this, all his victims did. Deep down I knew I couldn't let this rule my life forever but getting through it won't be easy, some days will be better than the last. Sometimes I might stumble over a few hurdles but I had the best support I could ask for, so I know that I can get through this.

Weston turns to me completely, his hands sliding in against my cheeks. His lips painted with a small smile as he looks down to me, feeling how harsh my heart was beating in my chest.

Raising up on to my tip toes to press my lips to his, resting my hands onto his toned shoulders. Weston relaxes into me as he holds my jaw tighter, slowly opening my mouth to grasp my bottom lip gently.

My mouth pants for a moment before he reaches down underneath my ass and pulls me into him, but my legs wrap around him instead. Our chests flush against one another, his hands grasping my ass as he walks us towards his bed.

He places me down gently against his fresh bed sheets, letting my body fall. His lips remain on mine as he hovers over me carefully, his hands slipping under my t-shirt and gliding his finger tips across my skin.

I shudder under his touch, hands finding the back of his neck as I pull him into me. Weston grips the hem of my t-shirt and slides it off my body, a light breeze whips across my nipples suddenly. Feeling them grow hard as Weston's hands gently hold between my ribs.

A shaky breath escapes my lips as Weston peeks up at me, I knew he could see it in my eyes but I didn't want it to ruin this moment. My body felt rigid but I tried my hardest to relax, to let this moment take over.

Weston presses his lips to my collarbone, a strained whimper leaves my mouth. "I love you," he whispers against me.

My eyes glance up at his ceiling at his words, trying to control my breathing before I set myself off into a panic attack.

Then he dips his head lower to just below my ribs, his lips pressing a kiss to the skin. "I love you," he tells me again.

Feeling my fists beginning to tighten the lower he moves, a strange sensation building up inside my body. My throat struggles to swallow as he moves his mouth to below my trousers, his fingers gingerly dancing along the edge of my pants.

Weston grabs onto my belt and attempts to undo my jeans, my eyes widen and my chest heaves. A pain sinking into my stomach that suddenly made me feel uncomfortable, no matter how much I tried to ignore it I couldn't.

"Wait," I pant desperately. "Wait. I'm sorry."

His eyes snap to mine in less than a second, removing his hands from my belt. "Hey," he shakes his head, leaning up from the bed. "It's okay."

Pressing myself up onto my elbows, suddenly feeling severely overwhelmed. "I'm sorry," I say again. "I just—I don't think I'm ready to do this right now."

Weston instantly wraps his arms around me and we fall back onto the bed, my head resting down onto his chest as he presses the softest kiss to the side of my temple. "Trauma isn't something that just goes way over night Micah," he whispers into my skin.

"I don't want you to feel like I can't satisfy you right now," I say honestly, clenching my eyes shut. "It's been a while since we've been intimate."

"I'd never want to force you into doing something that you're not comfortable with," Weston sighs as he runs his finger tips up and down my cold arm. "I am not going anywhere, not having sex for a few weeks doesn't even matter to me. If we couldn't have sex for months, years. Hell, even the rest of my life."

My lips part for a second as I turn my head towards him, his words making me feel calm. "Relationships are so much more than just sex, of course it's a great thing. But I love you for you Micah, not because of the sex. And I'd never want you to feel like not pleasing me is an issue, because it's not."

My head shuffles further into his chest, burying my head into the crook of his warm neck. "Why do you always say the right thing?" My mouth mumbles out as I raise a finger to trace along the fabric of his top.

Weston breathes out a sharp breath through his nose, squeezing me to him impossibly tighter. "Because you mean everything to me Micah," he says, nudging my head against his. "I've never experienced anything like this, being with you is the best thing I've ever felt. People think that when you have money that you're automatically happy, I'd give up everything for you."

My heart swells in my chest, pumping to capacity with the amount of love that I was currently experiencing. "You're so perfect West," I tell him, a big smile stretched across my face. "I'm so grateful that you came to Cafe Cosmo."

His chest moves up and down quickly as he chuckles. "Oh that is a throwback," he tells me, my eyelashes flick up to him.

"What was your first impression of me?" I question curiously, watching as Weston presses his lips out into a tight smile.

"What was my first impression of you?" He repeats as he ponders for a second. "Hmm well for one I knew that you were far too smart to be working at a restaurant, not that there is anything wrong with working at a restaurant. But I know that your intelligence deserved to be placed where you could be challenged."

"Is that why you told me about the graduate scheme?" I pose the question.

His head nods without a second thought. "Definitely, and when you shot back saying you don't want to do a graduate scheme and that you knew what you wanted to do." He hums out a breath and smiles down to me, his eyes warm with how content he felt. "I just fell for you that instant."

My eyes narrow towards him. "I'm not convinced," I say suspiciously.

"Just like how I felt you spilt that wine over my trousers on purpose," he raises an eyebrow towards me.

A gasp leaves my lips as I push myself up from him, my hand resting against my chest. "What?!" I say in response.

Weston stares back at me with a playful smile. "I did not do that on purpose, that was probably the most embarrassing thing ever." I mumble out as I think back to the sheer humiliation of his clients telling me off.

"What was your first impression of me?" He asks as I lower my head again. "Probably thought I was an ass."

My lips purse as I think back. "I'm not going to lie Weston, I disliked a lot of the customers because of how rude they were. But I roped you into the same band as them even though you weren't a prick to me and that was unfair of me."

"Then what was it?"

"I think it's because I fancied you but I didn't want to admit it," I sigh out. "Stupid logic, I know. But I felt intimidated by you, it's like I wanted to give you the time of day but I couldn't. I was too embarrassed knowing that you'd never talk to someone like me."

"Well you're wrong," he says before I even get the chance to finish.

I breathe out harshly with a smile. "Well I know that now."

"I used to actually come into the restaurant sometimes just to see you," he admits and it increases my heart beat rapidly. "You're probably going to think that I'm some stalker, but I did. And then be severely gutted when I realised you weren't working."

My head shakes not being able to allow his words to be a reality. "There is no way that you came in to just see me," I say in disbelief.

Weston shrugs. "Believe what you want," he nudges his head against mine.

"Well I'm flattered," I say a few moments later. "But I was such a grouchy ass at the restaurant, I have no clue why you wanted to see me."

"I just found you alluring," he says instantly, catching me by surprise.

"Alluring," my eyes open widely.

"And then when I saw you on your first day of work," he purses his lips before shaking his head. "Shocked is an understatement but then I remembered you saying that you wanted to be a logistics analyst and I was beyond pleased that you would work for the company."

"I'm glad I did," I tell him. "It was the best decision of my life. I don't think I want to work anywhere else."

Weston's lips break out into a grin. "Now that's a bold statement to make," he mumbles into the top of my head.

"It's true," I nod into him, my fingers flicking over the material on his top again. "I feel valued, I feel worthy. I feel like I can do anything."

I press a kiss to the tip of his chin and hold my hand to his cheek. "You can do anything," he tells me seriously. "You are so smart Micah, nothing can hold you back. Your ideas are so advanced that I'd be scared a bigger company would offer you a job and you'd take it."

My chin moves to rest on his chest as I glance up at him, noticing how his expression has turned to a look of concern. "I won't be going anywhere," I tell him boldly. "Not yet anyway, got to keep you on your toes you see."

"Is that right?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Yep," I say confidently.

Weston chuckles and brushes his fingers through the back of my hair. "I'm so proud of you," he tells me seriously. "You honestly have no idea."

"I know," I whisper. "And I'm so grateful for you."

"I know," he whispers back with a gentle smile. "We're going to get through this, okay? Whatever it takes."

My cheeks hurt from smiling as I nuzzle my face into his instantly. "Whatever it takes."

THE END (For now)

. . .

Oh this book has been everything I have imagined and more!!! I severely hope you all enjoyed and loved reading about Weston and Micah's journey!

THERE IS A SEQUEL. It will be between Weston and Micah's POV.

The sequel is called Flames Between Us and I’ll be posting soon x
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