Page 29 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

“I wasn’t…” he groans and blows out a breath. “That shouldn’t have happened. It can’t happen again. I can’t afford for…”

“Slow your roll, cowboy,” I say with a forced laugh as I hold up a hand.

“If you’re thinking I’m going to want to marry you or want a relationship, you’re sorely mistaken.

We had an itch, we scratched it. That’s all.”

I turn on my heel, dropping the towel on the floor to irritate him before I saunter up the steps. I’m forcing my most confident sexy walk but inside, inside I’m dying of embarrassment.

As soon as I’m in the safety of my bedroom, I burst into tears.

I’ve never felt so low, so worthless in my life.

How in the Hell did I just have the best sex of my life, and that man threw me away like a piece of trash so quickly?

I can’t get out of this man’s house quickly enough.

6

THEO

Ican't believe I did that.

I usually have more control than that.

With Grace, I…I don’t know what gets into me.

I sit on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands, trying to force my thoughts into order, but they’re spinning out of control.

My heart still pounds from everything that just happened, the heat of her skin, the softness of her lips, the way her breath hitched when I?—

No. I can't think about that.

I rub my face hard, trying to scrub the memory from my mind. But it’s useless. Grace on her knees in front of me, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

I was hers to do whatever she wanted with.

She’s so sultry, so seductive.

The way she took me into her mouth and then…

I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose as I let out a long breath.

The sound of her moans plays in my head on a loop, mocking me, reminding me of how I lost control.

Devon trusted me. Grace trusted me, and I betrayed that in the worst way possible.

God, what have I done?

I stand up abruptly, pacing from one end of the room to the other, barely able to keep my frustration at bay. It all bubbles up, threatening to explode out of me, but I shove it down.

She’s off-limits. You know that. You cannot get involved with a woman who’s living with you temporarily.

When you no longer meet her needs and she decides to, she can say whatever she wants to the world, and they’ll believe her because of Alexia.

I told myself I wouldn’t cross that line. From the moment she looked at me with those wide eyes, vulnerable and scared, I swore I’d protect her.

Keep her safe. But I didn’t protect her from me. No, instead, I let myself get pulled into something… I let myselfwanther too much.

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