Page 8 of His Infatuated Wife

Because she knows, dammit.

She knows how ridiculous things are between us at this moment.

I'm the big, bad wolf, and she's nothing but a harmless little girl in this story.

So why the hell am I the one acting wary around her?

Riri

My whole body throbs at the way Jacques stares at me with a violent mixture of anger...and desire.

He wants me!

It was only three months ago that Jacques, having just been given the reins to his family's art foundation, started attending auditions and rehearsals.

And in all those three months, whenever I have the chance to sing for him, I can't help but feel that the attraction between us isn't one-sided.

I'm his, and he's mine!

But the moment he walks away, and I'm alone with my thoughts, doubts immediately creep in, and I start feeling scared and uncertain.

I would start questioning what I remember.

And wonder if maybe I'm only seeing what I want to see.

Because when I really think about it...

The idea of us simply doesn't make sense.

Jacques is a gorgeous billionaire who could have any woman he wants. He's THE Bachelor in the real world, and he has absolutely no reason to even notice someone like me, a nineteen-year-old girl with small-town California roots who's only studying at a New York university on scholarship.

Everyone says I have a lovely voice, but so do millions of others.

My dreams, my talents, or my passion - none of it counts until I make a name for myself.

I'm nothing.

He's everything.

And yet---

I know what I'm seeing.

It's there in his eyes.

And in the way he's making me feel all hot, faint, and absolutely bothered with how his gaze devours every inch of my wet and barely covered flesh as it travels over my form from head to toe.

He wants me!

The realization feels surreal, and when I see Jacques suddenly shove his hands deep into his pockets---

Oh!

It's my turn to suck my breath, and he hears this.

"What is it?"

His voice is low and rough, and my whole body trembles at the sound of it.

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