Page 14 of Accidental Theirs
“Olivia, please. Just give me another chance. I’ll treat you like spun gold, take care of you like a princess?—”
“I’mnota princess. And I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”
I want to scream.
I slowly drop her wrist. “So, that’s it? It’s over?”
“It’s been over from the moment you set the pen down and turned your back to leave me with only a note, Dominic.” She doesn’t sound angry anymore, just tired, and my heart aches.
That’s worse.
I get closer to her, and she doesn’t back away, just looking up at me with her chin tilted up.
“If it’s over,” I murmur, getting even closer, close enough to brush the hair away from her face.
She doesn’t flinch, just looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes of hers.
“Can I have a goodbye kiss?”
She doesn’t back away. “This seems like a trick.”
I shake my head. “No trick. I just want to kiss you one more time.”
She closes her eyes briefly, and then opens them again. “All right. One kiss.”
I cup her cheek with one hand, leaning down to press my lips against hers, and she moans into my mouth when I press my tongue inside.
It’s a good kiss, passionate but brief, and she kisses me back, which makes my heart soar.
When I pull away, she looks up at me with glassy eyes and then blinks, pulling away from me.
“There. You got your kiss. I’m going back inside.”
“Liv—”
“I said, don’t call me that.” She turns and storms back inside.
I stand there, touching my lips where I’d kissed her.
God, how am I ever going to get over her?
I should go home. I should go home and drown my sorrows in the vodka I have hidden at the back of the fridge, forget all this happened.
But I can’t.
Carter Holdings is merging with Titan, and if I’m really honest with myself, I want to take advantage of it. God help me, I want to be close to Olivia in any way I can. And that kiss just made it even more so.
I head back inside and go straight to the bar, ordering a double vodka soda, and Roland Emerson sidles up next to me.
“If you hurt her again, I’ll kill you.” He is smiling at me.
It’s a terrifying smile, with too many teeth.
I shoot back half the drink. “I would never hurt her again.”
He shrugs. “I’m just saying. She’s my best friend. If she doesn’t want to talk to you, you’d better leave her alone.”
Irritation rushes through me. “What do you care, anyway? Do you want her for yourself?”
