Page 22 of Viral Affair

Focus, girl. You’re supposed to be pissed, so stop getting distracted.

Rupert’s eyes sparkled with mischief. He put his hands in his pockets, smirking.

“Are you jealous of Monica?”he asked, cocking his head to the side.

I laughed, thinking that it sounded so much like my name. But, I couldn’t deny that she was very beautiful.

“Don’t be ridiculous, we are not together, so why would I be jealous?” I lied. Of course I was jealous that he’d dared to take another woman out while messing around with my life.Playing games with me like I was a little chess board.

“She’s just my assistant. I wanted you to see me in the restaurant with a woman so I could prove my point to Monica,” he stated, amusement in his tone.

“Point? What the hell are you even talking about?” I asked, even more annoyed now because I’d taken his bait. Fucker.

“I asked her to come with me to Paris, to … sort of make you jealous. She said that this would never work with a woman like you, but she was clearly wrong.” He wagged his finger at me. Then, he took a few steps closer to me. Close enough that I could feel him without touching him.

I still stood by the door, not wanting to move because I didn’t trust myself around this man.

I was just about to tell him that he was wrong when he suddenly captured my lips with his in a desperate kiss. Heat rushed through my core, igniting all my senses, stealing my breath away. The whole embrace was so intense, so much so that my toes curled. In that moment, I was lost in the passion and yearning for a man who wasn’t at all right for me.

But ..., he kissed like I was already his.

Chapter Twelve

Rupert

Her lips were so soft. She tasted like spice and fine red wine. Forcing her mouth open with mine, I deepened the kiss and pinned her to my body. I was more relaxed than I needed to be. I devoured her, holding her jaw in place when I dug my cock into her centre. Fuck, I wanted more—needed more. This was a temporary blip of judgement on my part, but once I tasted her, I didn’t want to let go of her.

She released a moan as the flashbacks from our Greek encounter flashed through my mind.

“No, Rupert, this is not happening. I’d better go,” she said, then pushed me away.

But I didn’t let go of her. I kept her close.

“I hate you!”she shouted out.

I smirked and then kissed her harder, forcing my tongue inside her mouth. I was so painfully hard that I felt that kiss touching the depths of my soul. Heat ripped through me, scorching my skin.

“I hate you too, Veronica. And sometimes … sometimes I hate you so much that I can’t think of anything else. You’re in my head all the time and I fucking detest every second that I’m longing for your touch,” I growled, finally pulling away and panting like an asthmatic.

Her face was flushed, her eyes burning into me, her mouth swollen.

We both breathed hard, staring at each other without saying anything. We didn’t need to, because I knew exactly what was going through her mind.

“We are done here,” she said before slipping through the door, leaving me alone, yearning for her.

My ego hurt and I was too stunned to go after her. Either way, it was a bad idea. She didn’t want me, didn’t want this. Her taste lingered on my lips even after I removed all my clothes, took anvice cold shower, and went to bed. I hated how I acted so irrationally around her.

I hated the fact that she’d probably gone back to the hotel room and slept next to that old dude. It took everything in me not to barge into her room and demand for her to stay with me. Rowan would have been pissed because after all, that guy was the client who was paying us six figures for the weekend with Veronica. I couldn’t ruin our reputation like that.

Eventually, I managed to drift off, but in the morning, I felt like I hadn’t slept at all. I was exhausted, knowing that I couldn’t carry on like this.

I had to let her go once and for all.

“I need you to set me up with someone,” I said to Spencer on Tuesday afternoon after I’d showed up in his office unexpectedly.

His assistant had given me a surprised glance, then offered a small smile. I didn’t know what was going on with me lately. Spencer frowned, then cleared his throat.

“That would be all, Cath, thank you,” he said.

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