Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 50

By the time I wake up, it's already dark. Scenes of what happened before come to my mind after I confirmed that I was being held in Harrison's arms at his house.

I'm a grown woman, so I'm not gonna waken him up and hold him accountable.

This moment came much later than I had expected, but it came.

"Chelsea." His voice is low and hoarse. "Do you regret it?"

I turn to look at him with calmness. "Please. I'm not 16."

The point is, I enjoyed the sex, too. I don't see any reason to regret it.

He showed up just when I needed to be cared the most. That's what makes him so special to me.

"I like your answer." He seems to be in a good mood.

Suddenly, he pinches me gently, which almost makes me groan.

I roll my eyes at him. "You're not thinking of doing it again, are you?"

"You're naked in my arms." He answers innocently.

It suddenly reminds me of Callen. What would he do if he knew I had sex with Harrison? Would he think that I betrayed him? It's really funny. We're divorced, but he still thinks I'm his.

He believes he's right to cheat on me or divorce me, and I should wait forever for him to come to me.

While I'm thinking, Harrison's already on me. "Hey, I didn't say yes!"

This position makes me uncomfortable. I'm too sober right now to be this close to him.

I'm afraid I might actually fall in love with him.

"I don't want you to think about anything else when you're with me." He smiles evilly and penetrates me again...

I don't have the strength to refuse, nor do I want to...

I get up at ten o'clock in the evening. I should go home now, or my mom's gonna worry about me.

It's been so long since I've had sex, so I get out of bed feeling limp. I feel like I could collapse at any moment.

"Come and have dinner."

I look up and see Harrison standing at the door, leaning against the frame.

What he said was normal, but it gave me a strange feeling. I try to tell him I'd go home for dinner, but he's already left.

I walk to the dining room and see food on the table.

"You made this?" I'm a little shocked.

He wipes his hands and says, "I was so poor when I started my business, so I learned to cook."

I always thought he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Does he mean he's self-made? Then why would he give his hard-earned black card to someone who's not his girlfriend?

Maybe he's just too successful and generous.

"It's getting late. My mother might be worried if I don't go back now," I explain, "So, I can't have dinner here."

Harrison sits down and says softly, "I called her and told her you were away on business."

"What?" I'm really surprised.

I didn't expect him to do that, and I don't know whether my mom would believe him.

"Auntie knows I'm your colleague. You can tell her you got off the plane after dinner," he says.

I nod and sit on the chair. I'm so hungry now that I put a meatball in my mouth. The next minute, I spit it out because it is too hot.

Harrison looks at me helplessly. "Be careful. No boss likes an imprudent employee."

It reminds me that I got fired, so I lost my appetite in an instant. "Do you have to bring this up at dinner?"

"It doesn't exist if I don't say it?"

"But I'm exhausted now. I don't have the energy to think about whether the food is too hot. I'm not at work right now. Can't I just relax?"

He puts his elbow on the table. "If you're not careful at home, you're not careful at work." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"I doubt that," I reply.

He doesn't retort me. Instead, he rubs his temples and asks, "Chelsea, how come you don't look like the same person when you were in bed?"

I open my mouth without saying a word for a long time. I can't figure out how to give him a serious answer.

Are men naturally good at flirting?

But I don't want to give in, so I retort, "You are not as gentle as you were in bed!"

Women can flirt, can't they?

We already had sex, so there's nothing we can't talk about.

When I'm waiting for his response, he was stunned for a moment before he laughs out loud.

It's the first time I've seen him smile like that since we met. His usual smile, though charming, is distant.

"Why don't you smile more often? I love your smile."

Then his smile disappears. He says in a sarcastic tone, "It's up to me whether I laugh or not, just like it's up to you to get fired."

"I don't want to talk about it now. What else can I do? I'm already fired." I become impatient.

He shrugs. "There's plenty of time. If you want, we can talk about it after dinner or in bed."

I'm instantly speechless. How come the man in front of me can't say anything without sex? When I'm about roll my eyes at him, the doorbell rings.

"Did you hearthat?" I'm a little antsy.

"Just ignore it." He slowly enjoys his food.