Page 144 of Hateful Games

Strangely, he hasn’t opened any of their requests.

He’s a multibillionaire. Of course he doesn’t have time to spend on social apps. He could just call and they’d come crawling.

Not that I care, mind you.

His last post is from last year at the boxing world championship with Nathan. His signature smirk gracing his handsome face. Some things never change. In another lifetime, he would’ve gone to become a professional boxer. He sure has the skills.

And the hardened and lethal body.

Don’t forget his cockiness that outsmarts anyone.

Scrolling down, I gasp inwardly when I stop at a picture of us. The one Malcolm discreetly took. I was so mad when Nova had posted it, despite me saying no. It feels like a lifetime ago when I was so convinced I would find a way out of this marriage. I did find it, but the repercussions could destroy innocent lives. The question is, do I want it on my conscience?

I sigh, unable to stop staring at the picture.

There’s unmistakable lust and need in my eyes as I stare up at him. His gaze so dark, he looks seconds away from devouring me.

In that moment, I would’ve let him.

Hell, every time he touches me like I’m his possession, I want to let him.

The picture is a wake-up call. A reminder of his cruel and narcissistic ways. He’s nothing but a manipulative jerk intent on fooling and ruining my life. I can’t get caught in his web of lies and treacherous heart.

As soon as he’s done with me, he’ll kick me to the curb.

The faster I can find his true motives, the faster I get rid of him.

“Spying on me already, little hellion?”

I startle at Nova’s amused voice and almost let his phone fall. How does he manage to sneak up on me so stealthily? Is he a secret ninja or something? His accusation hits me hard and I whip around toward him.

My lungs suddenly feel out of oxygen.

Dressed in a loosely fitted light brown T-shirt that make his eyes pop and straight blue denim jeans, he looks nothing like the ruthless billionaire that rules with an iron fist with a net worth equal to a small country’s GDP.

Nova looks gorgeous like the boy next door with a wild streak.

Hair still slightly wet, he gives me a breathtaking grin and quirks one eyebrow. I remember his question and purse my lips.

“How is it spying if your phone was left unlocked?” I retort, finding my voice after drooling over him for two straight minutes. “It’s not even password protected.”

He steps closer and I’m hit with his musky cologne that reminds me of stormy nights. His unique scent alone could be an aphrodisiac.

“You have a habit of stealing my phone, so I thought I’d make it easy.”

I roll my eyes. “Well, aren’t you thoughtful?”

“Your cute little spying also tells me you aren’t as immune to me as you pretend, Rose.”

I suppress a shiver when his hand disappears underneath my tee and toys with my belly piercing. It sends a zap straight to my clit. It throbs harder when he dips his head to give me a toe-curling kiss.

It’s pointless to tell him no because he keeps kissing me as he pleases.

An unstoppable deviant.

With a sinful mouth.

“Especially these lips.” He groans against them. “They’ve been on my mind and driving me insane the whole day. It was a miracle I got any work done.”

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