Page 184 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Chapter 10

She said: To wed a Greek billionaire, one must be ready to protect one’s property.

He said: You make me sound very helpless. You do remember I’m bigger and stronger than you, don’t you?

She said: But can you use your strength to hit a woman who’s hitting on you?

He said: (Pause) Point taken.

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IF MAIRI MADE ONE OFthose sexy husky laughs of hers one more time, Damen thought furiously, he would not be liable for what he would do to the asshole sitting in front of them.

“That’s why PP gets mad,” Drake was saying. “She hated it when I was too soft on her or gave her special treatment.”

Who the fuck was PP anyway? But then did he really care? Right now, what really grated on his nerves was how Mairi was practically sitting on the edge of their seat, leaning against the back of Morrison’s seat as she listened to him talk, the expression on her face making it seem like she was hanging on to his every word. Damen’s lips tightened. And if she said Drake was fucking cute one more time—-

“Oh, you are just too cute, Drake,” Mairi gushed.

That was fucking it!

Mairi suddenly found herself being hauled back and as she slammed against the side of Damen’s body, Damen furiously asked her, “What the hell’s gotten into you?”

That was rich, coming from him,Mairi thought contemptuously. But out loud all she said was, “What are you talking about?”

Damen’s gaze bored through hers. “Don’t play games with me, Mairi.” One minute, all had been right in their world but the moment they had gotten inside the cab, Mairi had suddenly and inexplicably changed. She had ignored him the whole ride, choosing instead to focus all her attention on Drake and asking the other man about “PP”.

“I’m not playing games,” she said calmly. “I’m just talking to Drake—-”

“You can talk to me,” he snapped.

“Can I?” She wanted to take the words back the moment they came out. She hadn’t wanted to say that at all, but the hurt and jealousy churning inside her made it difficult to control her tongue.

“What the hell does that mean?”

Mairi looked away as she lied, “I...simply meant that there aren’t really a lot of things we’ve got in common.”

He turned her head back to him the moment her gaze strayed. He wanted her looking at him and not at the other man, dammit. “We have lots of things in common.”

She looked at him doubtfully. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Like what?”

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