Ch. Claimed By Mr. Billionaire 172 Claimed By Mr. Billionaire 172

Chapter 172 Did I Say Anything Wrong? 

Summer lay on the bed with her eyes closed and brows slightly furrowed as if she was uncomfortable. 

Fraser’s gaze wandered over her flushed face, her long lashes, the soft hue of her lips. He reached out gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear Just as he was about to get up, he felt a tug on the sleeve of his robe. 

She lay there, her innocent eyes wide open, staring at him like a helpless little girl. 

“Don’t go… 

Fraser raised an eyebrow, half amused. “Clinging to me now?” 

Drunk and dizzy, Summer thought she was in a dream, simply following her true feelings. She nodded seriously. “Mhm You’re not allowed to leave” 

Fraser looked at her and sighed, completely helpless against her. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. “If you can’t handle alcohol, don’t drink. Be good, I’ll get you some water and be right back 

It was unclear if she understood or not. But this time, Summer obediently let go. 

Fraser prepared a cup of honey water, something that could help ease a hangover. Lifting her into his arms, he held the glass to her lips. “Drink.” 

Summer pouted and turned away, pushing his hand away in protest, “No, I don’t want it. It tastes bad.” 

After several failed attempts, she remained as stubborn as a three–year–old child. Fraser ran out of patience, so he took a sip of the honey water himself and fed it to her directly, mouth to mouth. 

Forced to drink it this way, Summer was furious. With her drunken courage fully unleashed, she suddenly flipped over and straddled Fraser, biting down on his lips, 

Fraser barely felt any pain, only the sweer, wine–scented breath she exhaled, which was kind of intoxicating for some reason. 

Summer slowly lifted her head, glaring at him with absolutely no intimidation whatsoever. “Why do you keep bullying me 

Fraser wrapped an arm around her slim waist, pulling her close so she wouldn’t fall off the bed. “Aren’t you the one bullying 

me?” 

Summer pouted. “Say sorry to me.” 

Fraser stared at her adorable, sulky face and, for once, felt like humoring her. His voice turned lazy and was laced with amusement as he said, “Sorry, my little princess.” 

Summer pushed her luck, poking his chest with her delicate finger. “You… you’re always mean to me.” 

Fraser’s dark eyes reflected her face, and he smirked. “Alright, I admit it 

“And what else 

“What else 

Before she could think of anything more, she slowly leaned against his chest and drifted off to sleep. 

Fraser chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. Resting his chin against the top of her head, his voice was low and strady And also, Summer, I love you” 

he next morning soft morning light streamed through the gap in the curtains. A sharp alarm tone shattered the quiet. 

7:47 PM Oc 

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A strong a suddenly stretched out from beside her shutting of the alarm before she could. 

It took a few seconds for Summer ass brain to proce 

landed on a sharp deed jawline 

what just happened Slows the opened her drow 

Looking up the saw Troers closed eyes has long laste casting fart shadows over his face. Even in Heep h impossibly handsome 

And then, she realized that she was tightly wrapped around has bare, muscular torso Summer jolted upright fill awake i 

Bar 

happened stent You, why are we-” 

Still half–asleep. Fraser turned over burying his face in the pillow his back muscles shifting fluidly with the motion. The loose waistband of his pants rested low on his hips his whole presence radiating lary sensuality 

Summer posted at his arm. “Hey why are you here?” 

Fraser grumbled itably his voice husky with sleep. This is my house 

1. d. Then did you do anything 

Fraser cracked an eye open smirking sightly. Do look that desperate? Turning onto his back, his deep, unreadable gaze locked onto be 

that you mention it Summer, do you even know how bad your drinking habits are 

Fraser pointed a 

int scratch marks on his chest and arms, which looked like tiny claw marks left by a small cat, red and 

my 

Well 

suddenly felt guilty. “I was drunk” 

clear attempt to dodge responsibilit 

She hesitated, glancing up cautiously. Lidder say 

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