Page 123 of Darkest Deception

“Helia! My dress, I haven’t paid for it!”

“They can add it to my tab,” he snaps.

I gasp, looking back at the employees who are rushing towards my mother, who is glaring at me.

“It’s a two-million-pound dress, Helia,” I protest.

He stops in the middle of the road, glancing down at me with such intensity it makes my stomach burn in desire.

He has looked at me like that when I was on my knees for him with his cock in my mouth.

With possessiveness.

“That’s nothing to me, Ambrose.”

An hour later, I am in a gold diamond dress in Helia’s home, on his sofa, when I should be angry and running away at the first chance I get.

Why am I so weak for this man?

He betrayed me.

How will he feel when he finds out that I am building a case against him and it’s only a matter of time before it is officially announced? I was going to drop it until he revealed the part of himself he kept tucked away.

I hear footsteps behind me then here he is, holding a first aid kit. Lifting my legs on the couch, I wrap my arms around my knees and look away from him.

“Let me see your leg.”

I continue to look away from him, at the small dresser pushed against his far-right wall.

Was he born here?

“Ambrose, let me see your knee.”

I don’t know anything about him before he came to Glamorous.

“Ambrose, this is the last time. Let me see your knee.”

He will hate me again. It’s only a matter of time.

That thought fills my eyes with tears.

I want that, don’t I? Then why does everything in me ache at the thought?

A shout leaves me when I am lifted off the sofa, then placed back down in Helia’s lap, my legs stretched over on the sofa.

“Look at me.” He turns my chin towards him, but I look away. “Fine, your anger is justified. Just let me look at where you hurt yourself, that’s all. I’ll leave you alone after.”

I don’t move. My heart is burning up in flames and all that will remain are ashes.

Helia lifts my dress himself, bunching the expensive dress like a flimsy little gown at my thighs. When he sees no injury on my knee, he sighs.

I see his head drop back on the sofa from my peripheral vision.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs, running his big warm hands on my legs, raising goosebumps. My body temperature skyrockets.

“You did that to protect your mother? Why?”

I climb off his lap and give him my back. “Give me a change of clothes,” I murmur, watching the door, spotting something fly right past the window wall of the living room.

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