“Please, tell me the truth.”
She let out a tiny sigh. “I think your mother could be right. Is money really that important? You already have plenty of it, but the thing is—does it really fulfill you? Does all of this”—she motioned with her hands around us—“Does it make you happy? And more importantly—does it feel as fulfilling as saving people’s lives?”
Words failed me as I pondered about her words. Now that she’d put it that way, the answer was clear. I didn’t feel so fulfilled or excited when I dealt with my business. I remembered vividly how I felt in the beginning of my career—I was on the top of the world. It was like I was invincible and my abilities were unlimited.
I was a researcher and I worked with people, and it was never about the money. I hadn’t chosen my career because of the zeroes on the checks. The money came on its own, but along with it, it appeared that I had changed, and not for the better.
How could I be so blind? I’d been too occupied with getting more power and money, forgetting the most important thing. Happiness. I wasn’t happy, rushing from one meeting to the other, always stressed and trying to make everything work, without even realizing I wasn’t being myself.
“Thank you, Chloe,” I murmured to her, wishing I could hug her right here and now. “You helped me just now more than you can imagine.”
I turned on my heel and joined Roberts and Meyers, deciding this was the end of this tour.
“Gentlemen, thank you for your help and for agreeing to see us today. I apologize for my inappropriately impolite behavior.”
I took a quick look at Chloe and found her smiling at me. I smiled back at her, much calmer now.
“I am afraid I’m experiencing some personal issues at the moment that prevent me from continuing this project, so I won’t be acquiring this hospital after all. I am terribly sorry for today’s inconvenience.”
I smiled at Chloe, immensely relieved with my decision. As we walked out I instructed her to send a nice basket of baked goods to both men’s families for the inconvenience.
It was time to find myself again.
10
Chloe
I’d noticed the shift in Bryce’s mood as soon as we got into the car after we left the hospital, his erection clearly visible to me, which sparked my desire for him. We didn’t speak as he navigated through the snowy streets, both of us impatient to return to the hotel.
Just as we entered our room and I closed the door behind me, Bryce came from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist, pushing me against the wall.
“Bryce?”
He ground his dick against my backside, and I gasped, surprised at the sudden change in his behavior.
“What gives?” I fisted my hands on the wall and arched my back when he kissed a sensitive spot right under my ear.
He worked on the buttons of my suit, grinding faster against me now. “No woman has ever stood up to me like you did. And it’s sexy.”
Throwing my jacket aside, he proceeded to unbutton my shirt. I moaned when his lips wrapped around my earlobe, bringing heat to my insides.
“I liked it a lot.”
He shrugged my shirt off and unclasped my bra before he dropped it to the floor. My pussy began throbbing when his hands cupped my breasts and kneaded them, everything in me warming at his touches and nearness.
“Bryce... Please touch me.”
“With pleasure, sweetheart.”
He moved his hand underneath the waistband of my skirt and went further down until he cupped my naked, pulsating flesh. His name came out of my lips as a moan, my heart picking up its pace when his thumb brushed my clitoris.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
He rubbed my nipple with his palm as he slid his other hand to my hole. Two fingers entered me, ripping through my wet walls.
“Ah... Yes...”
“Tight and wet. My favorite combination.”