FLASH MARRIAGE; CHARMED BY THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CEO - Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Does It Still Hurt?

Tyler didn’t know the direction where the iron fist came from that forced his head to snap sideways. He let out a deep grunt, his tongue tasting a metallic liquid substance in his mouth. His right cheek felt as though a boulder had come in contact with it, as pain shot up into his brain.

“You think you can mess around with my wife and still breathe.”

Tyler who had barely recovered from the first punch felt another fist come in contact with his temple, knocking him to the floor.

“Agh!” Tyler spat out bloodied saliva, groaning in pain. “I swear, I didn’t know….she was your…”

Tyler’s words caught in his throat when he got a hard kick in his exposed groin.

“Agh!” Tyler felt blood and bile shoot up to his throat, as he grunted hitting his fist on the cold marble floor while gnashing his teeth.

“Ignorance is not an excuse.”

Tyler felt another hard kick on his side, causing him to spit out more blood.

“You should have done your research well before deciding to mess with what is mine.”

Tyler wasn’t given any room to breathe as he felt another kick on the other side of his ribs. At this point, he was gasping for air, knowing he was a dead man.

“Please…” Tyler coughed out more blood. “Please… Let me make amends.”

“Of course you will. You will make full restitution for all your insult starting by betraying your father.” Blaze said standing up and walking over to where Tyler was, his calm yet deadly composure intact. He pushed Tyler with the heel of his shoes to face upwards and stepped on his throat, applying pressure while glaring viciously at Tyler’s messy face.

“Since you were willing to dine with the devil. I will spare your life because my wife begged for you. In return, you will do everything I whisper in your ear.” Blaze intensified the pressure of his heel on Tyler’s throat, almost crushing his windpipe.

“If you deviate an inch from the path I have designed for you, I will come down on you and your entire family like the holocaust.”

Tyler nodded his swollen and reddened head, struggling like a man are the verge of exploding. He gasped for air, as Blaze’s heel left his throat.

“You were involved in a drunk fight. Clean up your mess.” Blaze said grimly before walking out of the room with his men.

Tyler kept nodding his head until the last man left the room, shutting the door silently behind him. He passed out afterwards, grateful to still be alive.

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Jerry and Gwen were set free after undergoing various levels of electric torture. They were threatened with an excruciating death and told what to say before they were formally handed over to the cops for breaking and entering.

Their assaulters requested that they both be charged to court and pay a compensation fine for some stolen priceless assets worth millions of dollars.

However, since it was already nighttime, they were both taken to the police station. They were denied from contacting their respective families until the next day.

Consequently, while the Morgan and Shawls enjoy the warmth of their respective homes, Gwen and Jerry spend their first night in the police station, locked up in different cells.

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Blaze returned to the hotel feeling a bit relieved of his earlier rage. He released Pascal and Clay for the night before unlocking the door with his key card and quietly entering the suite.

Thinking Amelia would be inside the bedroom sleeping, he was stunned to see her coiled up on the couch, snoring silently. She was still dressed in her tempting gown and her shoes were still strapped to her feet. Her golden brown hair was sprawled on the white couch like rich, melted chocolate on vanilla ice cream, so captivating and beautiful.

Blaze quietly took off his shoes and made his way to her. He stared down lovingly at her serene face, a crease appearing on his forehead as he observed her reddened face, with traces of tears mark. He could tell that she had probably cried herself to sleep and he felt responsible for this.

Letting out a silent sigh, he took off his jacket and placed it over her exposed body.

Taking off his tie and removing his cufflinks, he rolled up his sleeve and knelt beside her. He slowly took off her shoes without waking her up. Then he carefully lifted her up in his arms and took her to the bedroom. He gently placed her on the plush bed, adjusting her head carefully on the pillow.

He sat beside her and stared at her beautiful face with so much longing in his eyes. He softly pushed her hair away from her cheeks, an action that awakened the sleeping beauty.

Amelia fluttered her eyes open, surprised to see Blaze seated beside her and staring into her eyes. His grey orbs emitted this magical glow like a silver fire, consuming her in its flame.

Amelia froze for a second before relaxing thinking she must be dreaming. She recalled that she hadn’t left the outer sitting room. And the last time she checked, she was lying on a couch.

“Amy…” Blaze called softly, his deep and tranquil voice like sweet playing jazz music in her ear. She felt his gentle touch which felt so real stroking her cheeks. “I’m sorry for the way I rough-handled you. I was angry but I shouldn’t have let my emotions get in the way.”

Amelia continued to stare into those mesmerizing eyes which seemed to have her hypnotized. She felt a magnetic pull towards him causing her to push herself up. Her almond eyes welled up with tears as she lifted her hand to stroke the side of his face.

Blaze’s heart was racing for the stars as he leaned toward her tender touch, a warmth he once experienced when his life was still sane creeping into his heart. He frowned when his eye fell on her slender neck which bore a faint mark of his rage.

Reaching for her neck, he gently touched it, causing Amelia’s tears to fall.

“Does it still hurt?”

Amelia nodded as it slowly dawned on her that this wasn’t a dream. Blaze was really back like he promised and he was no longer that monster she despised.

“Where does it hurt?” Blaze asked in a deep husky voice.

“Here.” Amelia pointed at the base of her neck. She closed her eyes as his warm lips came in contact with her skin, kissing the spot she had pointed.

“Does it still hurt?” He asked looking up at her teary eyes and holding her passionate gaze.

“A little.” Amelia moistened her dry lips as Blaze kissed her softly again trailing the kiss upwards.

“How about now?” His warm breath fanned against her skin.

“Almost there,” Amelia whispered, melting like wax as he inched closer to her lips.

“And now?” He nuzzled her on the cheek, licking up her tears.

“Better!” She slowly leaned forward, locking lips with him as the world around her vaporised into thin air.