Page 63 of Heart Match

I might have just found his weakness. Lucas Lamaire hates to be ignored.

‘How did you think I’d react when I found out? Because you know, eventually I would.’

My face is so hot I think it’s audible, my skin feels like it’s cracking with fire.

‘So what if I don’t know who’s famous and who’s not? So what if I didn’t recognise you? I still had the right to know, and you had plenty of time to tell me.’

‘I’m not saying you should have recognised me,’ he says in a low tone.

‘You took advantage of the situation. You omitted a huge part of your life, a part that is now hurting my privacy.’

‘What would you have done if I’d told you from the start?’ he asks.

I make him let go of my hands and start putting my dress on.

‘Probably wouldn’t have had invited you for breakfast in the first place.’

‘Really?’ he raises an eyebrow.

‘Yes, really,’ I say, sounding more aggressive than I meant.

I thought talking to him would calm my nerves, but it’s doing the opposite. I honestly don’t think now is a good time for this conversation.

‘Well then, it’s good that I didn’t tell you the truth so soon.’

Now I’m in flames. Our eyes are speaking their own language, studying each other, trying to find out what the other’s going to do next.

‘Do you hear yourself? You’re so damn selfish you still don’t regret lying to me,’ I say through gritted teeth.

I manage to break the magnetic field between us and go put makeup on before I make his hair messier. Because despite my rage, there’s something about the way my body craves his.

‘Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy the past week?’ he asks, dodging the question as if he senses what’s going through me.

Low blow.

‘I hate that I feel so betrayed, Luc,’ I confess, applying concealer under my eyes.

‘I know. I’m sorry and I’m sorry that your privacy was invaded too.’

‘How can you be sorry when you don’t regret it?’

‘I’m sorry I hurt you, that was never my intention. But now that I know you wouldn’t have given me a chance if I had told you the truth from the start, I don’t regret it.’

‘God, you are …’ I’m staring at him in the mirror.

‘Are you telling me you regret us?’ he asks. ‘I don’t know how you feel when we are together, but I can tell you I feel damn good.’

I feel my legs shaking, and the heat building between my thighs, but I don’t dare give in to what he just said. At the same time I also can’t deny the things it’s doing to my heart.

‘Do you have any idea how much it means to me to open up to someone? To have that much intimacy with someone?’ I say.

‘I’m aware.’

‘Are you really?’

‘Yes.’

His guilty face is everything, and at the same time nothing I want to see now. I’m still insanely mad at him.

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