Tempting the Billionaire and His Heir

After spending a full week in Texas, Alexa and Nolan chose to have their earl holiday in Sweden. The past few days had been nothing short of beautiful for Alexa.

“Are you alright, Lexa?” Nolan asked as Alexa unpacked her luggage. He’d been observing her since they got into his private jet. Her face seemed a little pale and she maintained a hunched posture almost all through the flight. Her hand also held her abdomen occasionally.

“S-Sure, Nolan.” She managed a smile.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Are you sure?” He reached for her hand and pulled her toward him, searching her eyes. “You don’t look too good.” His eyes darted to her face and he pulled up her chin.

“I-I’m just a little jet lagged.” Alexa shut her eyes, taking a calm breath. “I’m alright. There’s nothing to worry about. I just need to have some rest.” Her mouth was dry, an empty feeling coursed in the pit of her stomach.

Nolan’s lips pursed, his head cocked to one side, and he let out a deep sigh.

“I’ll just use the bathroom.” Alexa excused herself and closed the door behind her. She immediately puked into the sink the moment she reached the sink area, choking in the process. She grabbed a handful of toilet paper rolls and wiped her mouth. Turning on the faucet, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Colour had gone off her face and dark circles formed around her eyes. A sheen of sweat also broke on her face and her stomach tightened.

About two hours and thirty minutes had passed since they arrived at their hotel room, and Alexa had spent most of her time in the bathroom, peeing and puking. She’d only rested for about thirty minutes.

“Are you sure you can manage?” Nolan who had been observing her charily the past few hours asked, as she tied her hair in a ponytail.

“Let’s go, Nolan.” He simply nodded and cleared his throat before holding her hands in his.

Nolan occasionally rocked in his seat, crossed his arm and glanced at Alexa on the drive to the hill. When they arrived at the bottom of the hill, he suddenly stalled.

“You don’t have to do this if you’re not feeling alright, Alexa,” Nolan paused. “I can always arrange another flight to Sweden some other time. We still have more holidays to spend together.”

“I really want to go skiing today. I’ve planned for this, Nolan. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m alright. Trust me.” She reached for his face and pressed a kiss against his lips, distracting him. Nolan deepened the kiss and held her firmly against him, exploring her mouth. When she finally withdrew, they were both breathless.

Nolan gripped her gloved hand firmly and they walked up the snow-covered hill. The sound of the creaking ski chairs, the swish of skis through the snow, the whistling sound of the wind, the rustles of trees, the scrunching sound of boots through the snow, and most importantly, the heartwarming giggle of Alexa as she moved on her snowboard made Nolah chuckle, releasing tension from his body.

All through their skiing time, Alexa did a good job of concealing the uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. About three hours later, they arrived back at their hotel room, and Alexa moaned as Nolah’s hands worked on her muscles, massaging them.