Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 228 Taking the Initiative

"In what way?" Sadie whispered, gently kissing his ear and playfully tugging at his clothes.

The robe he wore was so securely fastened and frustratingly difficult to remove.

"In... every way," replied Micah. He turned to face her, cupping her face in his hands as he kissed her fiercely, then gently laid her down on the bed.

"Mmm..." Sadie squirmed restlessly, her hands fumbling to remove his clothes, desperate to get a clear view of the small of his back, but she couldn't manage. "So tricky..."

"Let me do it."

Micah slipped off the robe and tossed it aside before leaning over her.

Sadie craned her neck, intent on looking, but he swiftly turned off the lights.

"Why'd you turn off the lights?" She exclaimed.

"It's more immersive in the dark..." Micah's voice was a husky whisper nibbling at her ear, and his fingers slowly intertwined with hers, "Look at me!"

Instinctively, she gazed up at him. In the darkness, he was like a wild animal; his eyes shining with a torrent of desire.

Suddenly, she recalled a night four years ago, and the last time in the car by the seaside...

The escort from that night had looked at her in the same way.

Those eyes were identical...

She was convinced it was him; it had to be him.

"Stop overthinking..." The warmth of Micah's breath teased her heart. "Focus..."

She closed her eyes and began to immerse herself in his world...

It was a night of wild revelry; their entwined silhouettes cast by the moonlight upon the floor-to-ceiling windows, waxing and waning.

The heat of his breath and the heavy rhythm of his breathing mingled in the room to form an enchanting verse.

Soon, Micah had drained away the clutter in Sadie's mind.

His fervor and intensity left her unable to think; her only choice was to cling to him weakly...

In the heated moment, Sadie inadvertently murmured, "Escort..."

Micah tensed, his brow furrowing as he bit her lip in a punishing kiss, silencing her.

This woman must be out of her mind.

Forsaking the powerful Mr. Clemens who could turn the world upside-down, she was fixated on a mere escort.

But then again, that other identity was his too.

No sense in getting jealous of oneself.

...

It was a deep slumber for Sadie. She was sprawled out on her bed until the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows danced across her face and stirred her awake. Rubbing her eyes, she shifted positions and drifted back to sleep.

After a while, the relentless brightness finally coaxed her out of bed reluctantly...

Only then did she notice that she hadn't closed the curtains last night.

Goodness, if anyone was outside, wouldn't they have seen everything?

She hurriedly grabbed the oversized bathrobe from the floor, wrapping it around herself as she went to draw the curtains.

That was when she noticed Micah, already dressed impeccably, calmly enjoying his morning tea in the garden below.

Andrew was leaning over, briefing him on something.

Micah's demeanor was unusually relaxed and content, as if he had won a splendid victory.

Sensing someone watching, he turned his head toward her direction...

In a panic, Sadie yanked the curtains closed and hid out of sight.

Despite their recent intimate encounter, she still felt nervous and shy, almost too embarrassed to face him...

Now that other issues seemed resolved and Micah didn't appear to be dwelling on the news or planning to interrogate Kathleen, she could relax a little. But for the moment, she still hesitated to bring the kids over.

Plus, what if he wasn't actually a male escort-what then?

The thought alone gave her a headache...

"Knock, knock, knock!" There was a rapping at the door followed by Dahlia's voice, "Miss Roth, may I come in?"

"Please do," Sadie quickly tried to tidy the disheveled bedspread.

It was a total mess, too chaotic for eyes.

Dahlia entered, with a maid pushing a breakfast cart behind her and another holding a birdcage.

Curled up inside was Coco...