Page 176 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Chapter 6

She said: To wed a Greek billionaire, one must expect the most romantic wedding night—-

He said: It was so fucking romantic you couldn’t even make yourself say you love me.

She said: I...I did. I said I...I...I love making love to you?

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TENSION WAS PALPABLEin Damen’s lean hard body as he carried Mairi all the way up the stairs. She had hurt him. Her heart ached at the knowledge even though deep inside her she knew her choice had been the only choice she could make. Damen cared for her. She could even go as far as saying that Damen had never cared for any other woman as much as he cared for her, but...it was not enough.

Damen was everything to her.

But to him, she was...not.

Even so, Mairi tried to think of something to say that would ease the hurt, but nothing came to mind. Lifting her head and turning to look at her husband, Mairi’s throat clogged at the stoic look on his face. It was as if he was keeping himself from feeling because if he did, he wouldn’t have been able to take it.

The thought distressed Mairi, and she ended up blurting out, “D-do you realize you’re practically carrying me over the threshold?”

Damen stilled halfway to the bedroom. The question had him looking down at his wife, who looked like she wanted to take the words back. He asked gruffly, “Shouldn’t I have?”

That he had to ask made her swallow, and Mairi said tremulously, “It’s not that. I...like it.” That was the most she could allow herself to admit. “But...I never thought this whole traditional groom thing was you, you know?”

Damen only continued to gaze at her, long enough to make Mairi squirm. Had she said the wrong thing? When he finally spoke, she could have expired in relief—-

“Would you rather I just fuck you here?”

—-until she realized what he was suggesting and Mairi laughingly choked out, “No! Drake’s downstairs—-”

His tone cooled. “You’re only giving me another reason to do it.”

“I’m serious.” Her voice and laughter were muffled as she hid her face in the crook of his neck while tightening her arms around his neck.

Her laughter was a sweet sound, and he treasured it because for a very long time, Damen had thought he would never have the ability to make Mairi laugh again. Having reached their room, he balanced his wife in his arms so he could open the door. After kicking it shut, he slowly lowered Mairi to her feet. When she looked up at him, a smile was still playing on her lips.

At that moment, never had a woman looked so beautiful in Damen’s eyes.

It wasn’t because of what she wore or how she looked tonight.

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