Page 105 of Heartless Game

“Working on anything interesting?” I asked, my tone bland.

Her tone wasn’t. “Where’s your fiancée? Waiting nicely in the car for you?”

“I don’thavea fiancée.”

“The ring on her finger would suggest otherwise,” she spat. “Seriously Isaac, how the hell could you not tell me you were engaged to someone? I know you were fucking with my head, but this is low, even for you.”

God, the accusation hurt. So did the pained, distrustful look in her eyes. Coming around the side of the desk, I grabbed her out of the chair and pulled her around to face me.

“Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me,” she hissed.

Hell no.

“I can put my hands wherever I want. You’re mine, remember?”

“Right. Your little fuck toy. I’m sure you’d love to keep me around after you get married.”

I glared at her. What was it with everyone thinking I wanted a mistress?

“Oh, I’ll keep you around after I get married,” I threatened. “Keep you tied to our bed and my cock inside you until you get sweet and submissive again. Sounds like a good idea, actually.”

She wiped frantically at her eyes. “Yourwifemight have an issue with that.”

“That would be weird, sinceyou’regoing to be my wife,” I said, satisfied when her eyes bugged out of her head. I should be remorseful, but the distrust was messing with that.

“But—”

“I’m not marrying Eliana. My jerk of a father is trying to arrange a marriage between us to fuck with me. I didn’t even know about it until Eliana showed up at the game tonight.”

Tovah’s hand dropped away from her face, and I finally saw the tears she’d been hiding.

My heart, that fucking thing, squeezed.

Shit.

All the distrust and anger fled, leaving guilt behind. I hated, hated, hurting her now.

I tilted her chin up with my fingers, making sure she was staring straight at me.

“Tovah, bashert, I promise you, I’m not engaged to her. It’s not real. The only person I’m ever marrying is you.”

She was my soulmate after all, my destiny. I’d only ever called one other person that, but the way I’d felt about that little girl didn’t come close to how I felt about Tovah.

Fuck.

I loved her.

I felt like I’d been punched by a goalie with his gloves off. It shook me to the core, but it was true. The truest thing I’d ever felt.

Tovah must not have realized what I had. She shook her head. “Do you really think you have a choice? Forget the fact that I never agreed to marry you, Isaac. You’re the one who told me that your father has already decided your future, and you can’t get out of it. No hockey. No Tovah. Just a career as the head of the Silver dynasty, and a pretty mafia princess to go with it.” Her voice broke. “Can you tell me honestly you won’t have to marry her?”

Tears were spilling down her cheeks. I hated watching her cry. The only time I wanted to see her cry was when I was fucking her face and she was choking on my cock. And knowing I’d put these tears there right now…

“Tovah, baby, bashert, don’t cry,” I demanded, or tried to. But all she did was cry harder. I gently wiped away a tear with my finger. “I willnotmarry her. I’ll give everything up to make sure that doesn’t happen. The one thing I’m not giving up is you. That’s non-negotiable.”

She shook her head. “Admit it, Isaac. You and I are on borrowed time. There’s no way this works. Your family is my enemy, and you don’t have control over your own life. We need to end this thing between us. We never should’ve started it in the first place.”

I froze. I could feel my jaw going hard, my eyes going flinty. She was trying to take the wheel of our relationship and probably drive us into a tree. She wasn’t wrecking what we had.

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