Page 338 of Billionaire Temptations

“You really don’t think I’d let you go alone, do you? I’ll admit, I’m anxious to meet the man who hurt the woman I—” He paused.

“You what?” I asked.

“I think I’m falling in love with.”

The corners of my mouth curved upward as I reached up and softly brushed my lips against his.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too.”

“Really?” He smiled.

“Yeah. Really.”

His grip on me tightened as our lips locked in a passionate kiss.

The next afternoon,Wes rented a private jet that flew us to California. I sat in the seat by the window and stared out as the plane sifted through the clouds.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Not really. I don’t want to see my father or Matthew.”

“I know you don’t, but don’t forget, they made you who you are today—a strong, independent woman. I’ll be right there with you. If anything happens, I have your back.” He brought my hand up to his lips.

“Thank you.” I glanced at him with a small smile.

We landed in L.A. and climbed into the car I had waiting to take us to the Four Seasons Hotel.

“It’s nice to see you again, Miss Young,” Xavier spoke.

“Thank you, Xavier.” I smiled.

“Here is your room key to the Presidential Suite. I will have your bags brought up. As always, it’s a pleasure having you stay with us.” He nodded.

“How often did you stay here?” Wes asked with an arch in his brow.

“Enough.” I grinned. “I actually lived here for a while after I graduated college. There was no way I was moving back in with my dad and step-monster.”

We entered the Presidential Suite, and Wes was kind enough to tip the bellman who brought up our bags.

I sat on the couch for a few moments to collect my thoughts before heading over to the company because the war would have begun once I got there.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Wes asked.

“No. I’m just preparing myself.”

“Do you need sex first?” He winked.

A smile crossed my lips.

“You gave me exactly what I needed this morning, Mr. Carter.”

“Okay. Just asking.”

We left the hotel and climbed into the black sedan at the curb. When we entered the Young Vine Enterprise building, Roland, the security guard, stopped me.

“Anna,” he spoke. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to see my father, Roland.”

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