Page 132 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

“Pleasedon’t finish that sentence, please,” she interrupted with a wince.

Nathan laughed.

As soon as the other door closed behind Fawn, Nathan walked towards the en-suite bar and sitting on the stool, he poured himself a shot and waited.

Only five minutes had passed when he heard the clicking sound of the door unlocking—-

The prince came stalking inside the suite, and Nathan drawled, “Should I be surprised you have a key to my suite?”

The prince’s gaze spared the entire suite a sweeping glance, and when he didn’t see Fawn anywhere, he bit out, “Where is she?”

Nathan pointed to the other door. “You can talk to her there.”

The prince didn’t move.

Nathan raised a brow. “You have something else to ask?”

“What the fuck is this all about, Callis?”

He sighed. “You’re too damn stubborn, Chalkias.” He gestured to the door again. “I’m not the one with the answers.”

With one last grim look, the prince turned towards the door and opening it, he saw that it led to an adjoining suite. Stepping inside, the prince found the room apparently empty as well, until he heard the sound of water running in the en-suite bathroom.

His heart began to beat hard like an adolescent boy—-

But the way his chest clenched hard was the kind of pain only an adult who had loved and lost could ever know.

The prince opened the door to the bathroom—-

Fawn stood in front of him behind a glass wall, water cascading down on her naked body from the water.

She asked breathlessly, “Are you here to k-keep your promise?”

Ah.

For one long moment he could only stare at her, and for once she didn’t shy away from his gaze. She stood in front of him, completely exposed, her lips trembling, her pink nipples pouting, and her sweet tender folds moist for another reason than water.

It was as if she was offering herself to him—-

Even if they both knew she had been right.

He had been pushing her away.

He had been trying to end things between them.

And yet—-

How...how the hell could he take her, knowing what it would mean for Fawn?

How, dammit, how?

What happened to Georgie could one day happen to her, too.

And if it did—-

In front of him, Fawn lifted her hand. “P-prince.”

He jerked at the sight of Bennett’s engagement ring on her finger.

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