Page 44 of Misguided Vows

“Hey!” I trying to jump up and grab it, but there’s a significant height difference between us today now that I’m not wearing my heels.

“Hello, Mrs. Harper, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m William, the gentleman your daughter is seeing.”

“Like hell. I am not seeing you,” I bite back, but he chuckles as he pushes out of my way so I can’t reach my phone.

He raises a brow and pointedly says, “You’re in front of me; therefore, I see you.” He winks and listens to whatever it is my mother says, then smiles. I try wrestling him to steal my phone back.

That’s when I notice his phone in his back pocket, and I swipe it.

He doesn’t notice at first. They never do.

That is until he turns around and I’m holding it in front of him. His eyebrows raise appraisingly as I take a few steps back and toward the bathroom. He follows me each step, his smile growing wider as I open the toilet lid and dangle his phone over the bowl.

He now wears a face-splitting grin.

“Give me my phone back. I imagine it’d suck if you had to buy a new phone and redownload all of your little games on here, wouldn’t it, gamer boy?”

He chuckles and leans against the doorframe. “It was lovely to speak with you, and yes, I would love to accompany Alina out to visit you. It would be my pleasure.”

Fucking hell.

But he hands my phone back to me as he quietly says, “You have no idea how much money has been invested in that phone for tracking, not gaming.”

I don’t trust him as I slowly pluck my phone out of his fingers, and he catches my wrist as I go to drop his phone into the bowl anyway. I bite on my lower lip as I step into the shower, as if the glass might protect me from him. He’s smiling as he pockets his phone again and watches me like a predator toying with its prey. It creates goose bumps all over my skin.

I pointedly say into the phone, “He’s not coming, Mother.”

“Oh, darling, it’s been so long since you brought a man home.” She pauses. “Bring him.”

“Goodbye, Mother. I’ll talk to you later.” I hang up and look him dead in the eye.

“Do you really think that shower door will keep me away from you?” he asks, his gaze roaming over my body.

“Room service,” someone calls out from the hallway, and I remember that my door is open.

I open the shower door, and he chuckles and steps to the side as I walk into the bedroom and toward the front door. He admires my ass as he says, “I should give you one of my shirts to wear. I hear that makes a man’s cock as hard as a rock, though it’s pretty hard just seeing you in this.” He nods to my shirt.

I really hope the guy delivering my coffee didn’t hear that.

I thank and tip him before I close the door and shoot a smile at Will. “It’s my ex’s,” I lie.

“I can cut it off, then,” he growls, stepping closer. I move farther back, pressing against the door.

“Or you can leave,” I tell him as I casually sip the coffee. But fuck me if my pussy isn’t pounding in anticipation over what this man can make me feel. “We agreed to one time.”

It’s hard to ignore his imposing presence when I just want to rip his clothes off. But if I do, then I might not get the plane. It still blows my mind that he might be serious about handing it over, but neither do I think he’s a liar.

“Is that what you really want?” he asks, leaning in so his breath caresses my neck. “For me to leave?” I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying no. Because I would very much like him to throw me on the bed and have his way with me.

“Get dressed. We’ll go see the plane and do the paperwork,” he says, then grabs the top of my shirt and tears it straight down the middle before he turns, letting it fall from my body to the floor. I’m shocked, standing there in my G-string, as he offers an arrogant and appreciative smile before stepping back and opening the door, basically kicking me out of the way so he can leave.

What an asshole.

But my heart is still pounding from how fucking hot that was.

This man is as terrifying as he is beautiful and insufferable.

CHAPTER 24

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