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“Friend of yours?” he asked.

The woman laughed again, which made my blood boil. When I glanced back at them, Rupert was holding her hand.

“No. Definitely not a friend. Possibly an acquaintance,” I replied, barely noting that the starters had arrived. We were having lobster, so I grabbed and picked at it. The food tasted like sawdust, but I kept chewing because this meal probably cost a fortune. We were in the most expensive restaurant in Paris.

Bruce laughed and leaned over, grabbing my hand. I had no idea what the hell was going on.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Play along. That man is watching you and he doesn’t seem happy at all,” Bruce replied with a wink and a cheeky smile.

I laughed, squeezing his hand. When I turned to casually meet Rupert’s fiery gaze, he said something to the woman, got up, and headed to our table.

Chapter Ten

Rupert

Every man in this fucking restaurant was staring at Veronica. It didn’t help that she looked like a porn star. Even the women were shooting her envious glances. She should have been here with me, not with some old fart who was going to drop dead at any fucking second. I was surprised he didn’t have a heart attack when he saw Veronica in that dress. I did not know what I was thinking when I stormed towards their table, but I needed to get her away from him.

Monica, the lady with me, was my personal assistant, and I’d wanted Veronica to see me with another woman. So I’d asked her to accompany me to dinner tonight in Paris. Monica was engaged and she had always been loyal to me.But maybe this whole plan was stupid.

I had been watching Veronica for a long while. Our flight had been slightly delayed and then we had to wait for the table. Monica had to pull several strings to get this reservation.

Veronica panicked, her eyes widening when I started walking toward her table. I smiled at her client who I had specifically picked for her this evening. Matthews had told me not to mess around with her schedule, but there was no fucking way I would let her fuck another man. I went through everyone on the database who specifically wouldn’t want to fuck her. Yet, as I stared at him, I was barely controlling myself just because he was holding her hand.

I moved past their table, changing my mind at the very last second, deciding not to approach them. She was working and I couldn’t jeopardise the business like that. Not my or Matthews’ money at least. My muscles tensed and my cock twitched when our eyes met for a brief second. There was no doubt that Veronica was furious, which turned me on so fucking much. This was a bad idea, full stop. It was already horrible enough that I’d messed around with her clients. I couldn’t ruin her date, too.

I headed straight to the bathroom to cool off. After splashing some water all over my face, I waitedg for my erection to go down. In the past few days, I’d kept asking myself why the hell I desired that woman so much, and unexpectedly, hooking up with someone else lost its appeal. She was infuriating and could easily ruin the Banks’ reputation, yet, I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I was totally and utterly screwed. She drove me mad and I just wanted to submit to it.

I stared at my own reflection in the mirror, analysing myself. Just as I was about to leave the bathroom, someone walked inside, straight into my arms.

“Hello, stranger. To what do I owe this pleasure?” Her tone was tight. “Have you followed me all the way here to ruin my date with lovely Bruce?” Veronica asked, pushing me back into the men’s with a little force.

My cock went rigid. She was so glamorous, her skin shining, and I had an urge to run my hand over her bare chest. She was going to be the end of me. Her dress exposed so much. My imagination ran wild with all the things I wanted to do to her.

It was the best sex of your life, man. You won’t find anyone else like Veronica.I hated this. Why did she keep drawing me back in?

I wiped my face with my hand, then turned around. My whole body tensed as I took a step towards her. My fingers itched to touch her. Fuck, she was hot and appeared very pissed off. Fiery as her hair. I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to her when she was near, but a part of me wanted to deny it. But who was I kidding? I had gone to lengths to change her clients, to ensure she fucked no other man but me. I wanted her, all of her. The more she opened up to me, the more I was falling for her.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, sweetheart. I’m on a date myself, so why would I follow you here all the way to Paris?” I asked nonchalantly. Obviously, I was lying through my teeth. It drove me crazy that she was with that old dude, even though I’d chosen him. He’d seemed so … tame. Now I wasn’t so sure.

She tilted her head to the side, studying me, then narrowed her green eyes.

“What is your game, Rupert? I thought you didn’t want me. I thought the fact that I’m fucking other men for money disgusts you? So tell me, why are you here this evening?” she asked, but this time she poked her finger into my chest and there was blazing anger in her eyes.My cock jumped at the sight.

I took a deep inhale, ready to push her against the wall and stick my fingers into her drenched pussy, just so I could prove my point that she was always wet for me.

“I have no game, sweetheart. I’m just looking out for my business and the fact I am here is complete coincidence,” I said, trying to sound as cold as I could. This whole situation was completely fucked. I was acting out of the character, ignoring everything else for her. “How old is this guy anyway? Are you planning to sleep with him tonight? Trying to slide into his will before giving him a heart attack with that pussy?”

I was pushing my luck with all these questions and yet, I couldn’t fucking stop myself, especially when we were in such close proximity. Veronica inched closer, and I wondered if anyone else would come in here to interrupt us. It was the men’s toilet, after all, in a very exclusive restaurant in the centre of Paris. Not everyone could dine here. So, if I was planning to taste her, I had to do it fast. Of course, this place was completely inappropriate for the things I wanted to do to her. However, the things I wanted to do to her were inappropriate anyway. I wanted to rip that dress off her to see her naked, breasts bouncing.

“It doesn’t matter, because this,” she said while circling her fingers between us, teeth gritted, “is none of your business. “Even Rowan doesn’t do shit like that. I don’t like being controlled and I don’t care how much money you have. There is nothing between us. Especially now. So, leave before I squeeze your balls so hard that they might burst.”

I wanted to laugh. She wouldn’t hurt me; she didn’t have it in her. Especially when she liked my cock so much. Damn, she smelled fantastic. Scorching heat crackled between us as I stared at her lips … thinking about stealing one kiss. I craved it, needed it. This woman was going to be the death of me, literally and figuratively. She could ruin me, so why the hell couldn’t I distance myself from her?I felt like an addict at this point.

“Oh yeah, really?” I laughed, but then she grabbed me by the balls and did what she’d threatened to do, so hard my knees nearly gave up on me. I gripped the side of the sink, thinking that surely she was trying to scare me, but fuck, this hurt.

“I’m going to break your massive dick, so stop winding me up. Acting like a jealous alpha male doesn’t suit you one bit,” she said, and then let go of my balls.

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