Chapter 411 - 411: The Conclusion Of The Night? [FIXED!][16/06!]

The limousine waited exactly where they had left it. The driver stood by the door, his expression patient, his hands clasped behind his back. He opened the rear door without a word but nodded politely at Kyle.

He knew he had to work for tips even though these type of services always provided such, it was on the high end and clients knew their lives were basically in the hands of the driver at this point but also confidentiality even though Kyle had nothing to be confidential about.

Kyle slid inside first, Jane still cradled in his arms. He settled into the cream leather seat and adjusted her against his chest, making sure she was comfortable. Her head lolled against his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck.

"Home, sir?" the driver asked. He didn't mind waiting because he was glad he got such kind people as customers today.

"Home," Kyle confirmed. "But slow. Take the scenic route. She's sleeping."

The driver nodded and closed the door.

The engine hummed to life. The limousine pulled away from the curb, gliding through the London streets like a whisper. The city lights blurred past—amber and white and the occasional red of a brake light.

Jane was already asleep, she had quite a lot to drink.

Her lips were slightly parted and her lashes cast soft shadows on her cheeks. Her hand, limp and relaxed, rested on his chest. She looked peaceful and the sight made Kyle's heart ache.

"I have never seen her like this."

Not just drunk. She looked free and unburdened. The alcohol had loosened something inside her—something that usually stayed locked away.

The shyness, the hesitation, the constant worry about being too much or not enough. All of it had melted away.

"This is who she is underneath."

He had been with her for so long yet still experiencing different sides to her like it was the first time they were meeting and this felt refreshing.

Kyle pressed his cheek to the top of her head. Her hair smelled like flowers and champagne. He closed his eyes.

He didn't care about how the night ended. He didn't care about the mafia, about Maya, about Viktor, about any of it. Right now, in this moment, with this woman in his arms, everything else could wait.

"I love this side of her."

It felt like watching a child experience joy for the first time. Pure and unfiltered, without the fear of judgment. Jane had spent so long being quiet, being careful, being small. Tonight, she had been loud, silly and even raced him in a parking lot in her bare feet, this was something that would have been inconceivable to the

"And she won."

Kyle smiled.

He ran his fingers through her hair, slow and gentle, untangling the strands. She stirred slightly, murmuring something under her breath.

"Mmm..."

"Shh," Kyle whispered. "I've got you."

Jane's lips curved into a sleepy smile. "Love you, Kyle."

The words were soft, slurred, barely audible. But he heard them.

"I love you too, Jane."

She sighed contentedly and sank deeper into his arms.

The limousine turned onto a quieter street. The lights grew softer. The driver slowed even more, taking the corners with careful precision.

Kyle glanced at the window. The Lanesborough was still a few minutes away.

"Good. She needs this rest."

Jane muttered again—fragments of words, half-formed thoughts.

"Best night... ever..." Jane muttered, mostly to herself.

"Glad you think so," Kyle responded in a hushed tone.

"...wanna do it again..." Jane kept talking.

She smiled in her sleep and was quiet.

Kyle kissed her forehead—soft, warm, lingering. Her skin was soft beneath his lips.

The limousine pulled up to the hotel. The driver parked smoothly and stepped out to open the door.

"We're here, sir."

Kyle nodded. "Thank you."

He shifted Jane gently, careful not to wake her. She was half-conscious now, her eyes fluttering open.

"Kyle?"

"I'm here. Don't move."

He turned his back to her and crouched slightly. "Climb on."

Jane blinked, confused. "What?"

"I'm carrying you. Piggyback."

"But I'm too heavy—"

"You're not. Besides, I'm strong as hell!"

She hesitated, then wrapped her arms around his neck. He hooked his arms under her knees and stood, lifting her onto his back like she weighed nothing.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, her breath warm against his ear.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You don't need to thank me," Kyle responded.

He carried her through the lobby, past the doorman, past the concierge. A few heads turned, but Kyle didn't care. He was a billionaire carrying a beautiful woman through a luxury hotel he had just dined. Let them stare.

The elevator ride was quiet. Jane's breathing had evened out again—she was asleep, or close to it.

The doors opened. Kyle walked down the hallway to the Royal Suite.

"I wonder if the others are back. They should be—it's late."

He pushed the door open with his hip.

The suite was dark. Quiet, no lights, no sounds. It was just the way they left it which was concerning.

"They weren't back yet?"

Kyle carried Jane to the master bedroom and laid her down on the massive bed. She curled up immediately, clutching the pillow like it was the most precious thing in the world.

He pulled the duvet over her, tucking it around her shoulders.

"Goodnight, princess," he said quietly.

Jane mumbled something that might have been "love you" and drifted off.

Kyle stood there for a moment, watching her.

"C-Can you join me?" Jane muttered, her eyes opening slightly.

Kyle knew he had to check on the others but thankfully, Ella had already sent him a message.

[Ella: Hey dipshit, we will be out for the rest of the night or rather, we have found a cute little place. I'm sure you have better things to do tonight😉]

Kyle just shook his head, such a foul mouthed lady but he could also see why she completed Jane.

Kyle crawled into bed and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in for a cuddle but would this be where the night ended?

Kyle eased himself onto the mattress with deliberate care, the sheets cool against his skin as he settled behind Jane. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow from the hallway that slipped under the door. He kept a respectful distance at first, one arm resting loosely across the space between them, giving her room to breathe after the long night.

Jane had drifted through most of the ride home, her body relaxed and heavy against him in the limousine. That rest had clearly done its work. Now, lying in the quiet of the hotel bed, she seemed more awake than she had been when they first climbed in. Her breathing was steady, no longer the deep, even rhythm of someone fully lost to sleep. Kyle could sense the subtle shift in her posture, the way her shoulders rose and fell with a little more awareness.

He stayed still, content to let the moment settle. The events of the evening lingered in his mind—the laughter, the drinks, the way Jane had let herself go completely. He expected her to stay quiet, maybe drift off again now that they were safe in bed. Instead, she moved.

It started small. Jane shifted her hips back, slow and unhurried, closing the gap between them. Her back met his chest with a gentle press, the fabric of her clothes brushing against his shirt. She didn't say anything. There was no comment, no explanation. Just that steady, deliberate motion until her body rested fully against his. Kyle felt the warmth of her through the thin layers between them, the natural curve of her spine fitting against him.

He didn't read anything into it right away. This was Jane—tired, comfortable, seeking the simple reassurance of closeness after a chaotic night. He had seen her do similar things before when she was half-asleep or emotionally spent: a hand finding his, a head on his shoulder, small gestures that asked for nothing more than presence. So he let it happen. His arm stayed where it was, not pulling her tighter, not pushing away either. He simply adjusted his breathing to match hers, letting the contact remain innocent and unforced.

Jane stayed there, her body molded lightly to his. She didn't wiggle or adjust further. She just existed in that position, her head on the pillow, her back warm against his front. Kyle could feel the faint rise and fall of her ribs with each breath. The room stayed silent except for the distant hum of the city outside the windows.

He kept his thoughts light, focused on the fact that she wanted him here. That much was clear from the way she had sought him out. Whatever the night had stirred in her, whatever truths had surfaced in the limousine, this moment felt like a quiet extension of it—her choosing to stay connected, even in the simplest way. Kyle couldn't close his eyes as he didn't feel sleepy, letting the weight of her against him ground him. He didn't move to deepen or initiate anything sexual. He just stayed, but Kyle didn't know if it was just his imagination but Jane seemed to be breathing a lot heavier and faster.