Page 22 of Burning Your Lies

With me fully lodged inside her, she rocks back and forth and lets out the loudest moan as her clit gets the attention it’s been begging for. She grips my shirt and her head falls back. Her mouth opens but there is no sound as she rides her orgasm and brings me to mine. Her legs shake as it rolls through her entire being, my name the only mantra on her tongue.

The sight of her in bliss, alongside her pussy milking me, has me pulling her against me as ropes of my cum fill her. “That’s my girl,” I whisper. “Take it all.”

We stay immobilised like that as we come down from the high. “I think that was the best orgasm of my life.Fuck.”

I kiss her shoulder. “I’m still pissed at you. My wife does not dance like that for any man except me.”

“Your wife needs a job.”

“Not this one.”

She stares at me. “No, because I’m taking Xavier’s offer.” She covers my mouth when I try to speak. “I need access to him if this is going to work. He’s giving us exactly what we need. As his PA, I’ve got an excuse to go everywhere with him.”

She has a point, but I refuse to give him that type of access to her. “I said no. He’s going to abuse that relationship. Did you see the excitement in his eyes when he told us? He’s going to do everything to come between us.”

Savannah frowns at me. “Do you not trust me?”

Unable to face the accusation in her eyes, I pull myself out of her and seat her on the sofa. I stand up and close my button and zipper. “It’s not that.”

She stands and narrows her eyes. “Yes, it is. You’re worried I’m going to fuck him.”

Do you blame me?I almost throw the asshole question at her, but hold myself back. However, my concern is justified. While I was falling in love, she was taking part in an affair with him. When I used to leave and spend our hours apart thinking about her, she was sucking his dick and fucking him in the bed we just shared.

I close my eyes and force the images away.It’s in the past. But that doesn’t stop the ache of betrayal from consuming me. I can’t bear the thought of them together. It’s why I don’t want the details. I won’t be able to tolerate it.

But if she becomes his PA, I know what will happen. He’s going to worm his way back into her bed. And I just don’t know if Savannah will have the willpower to say no. Him being married didn’t stop her. What’s to sayherbeing married will?

“It’s not that.”

“Yes, it is.” She isn’t angry, but upset. “I know it’s hard for you to trust and believe me, but that won’t ever happen. When I was—”

“I don’t want to hear it, Savannah!” I close my eyes.

She recoils away from me. “I was blinded by the illusion of love.”

“Stop,” I beg. “I don’t want to hear about you and him.”

She takes my face in her hands. “Then let me tell you something about me andyou.I chose you, Hux. Before Emery found out, on the day of your birthday party, I chose you. And when you promised meone day, I felt so whole in that moment. But then Emery found out and Elliot went missing and I found out about my dad and it all just went downhill. Maybe I chose wrong in the end, but I chose youfirst. It has always been you.”

The tears in her eyes soften my stance. “I can’t lose you.”

“And I can’t lose this game. Not again.” She steps back. “I won’t let him take any more from me. Not our marriage. Notmy friends. Not my sanity. Not Elise. But for everyday he is out there, he steals it. He’s taking from me without even trying.”

For a moment, I understand why Xavier was so insanely obsessed with her. Because standing there, watching her hurting, makes me go against my better judgement. I nod at her. “Okay. Let’s play.”

12

Savannah

My pencil skirt andblazer remind me of my first day at XR Securities. I get in early to have a much-needed gossip catch up with Francesca. She doesn’t mention my disappearance, and for that I’m grateful. It feels like the normal days before I was thrown into a twisted game of chess with a psychopath.

“Any advice on keeping Xavier happy?”

“He’s really easy, honestly.” She looks past me at Huxley typing away with a stern expression. “Much easier than him.”

Huxley must feel our stares because he looks up. His brow arches at me and I shoot him a smile. Looking at Francesca again, I try to reassure her. “He’s bark is bigger than his bite. You’ll be fine.” I wave her goodbye and head for Xavier’s office. “Reporting for duty, boss.”

His eyes seem extra blue today. “Good morning, Savannah. I hope you are well.”

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