Page 51 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
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She pivots and runs for the exit.
It’s sheer luck, pure instinct, that I flick up my arm and snatch the phone from out of the air.
"Why, you little hellion!"
I lunge forward and grab her around the waist with my free arm. She yells and strains against my hold. I haul her back against me, her back flattened to my stomach, the curve of that sweet arse pressed up against my groin. Of course, I am instantly hard. The column of steel between my legs tents my pants and stabs into the valley between her butt cheeks. She shudders, then her shoulders stiffen. Every part of her goes rigid.
"Let me go." She huffs.
"After that stunt?" I dip my head until my lips graze her ears. She winces. Her scent deepens in the air. Oh, yeah, the little tease is as turned on as I am. "Which, by the way, failed."
"Huh?"
I thrust the phone in front of her face.
"Damn it." Her body slumps, "Can’t do one thing properly, huh?"
Her self-loathing is evident in her tone. Something hot stabs at my chest. Why should it bother me that all the confidence seems to have drained out of her? This is what I wanted right? Her at my mercy? And after that spectacular tantrum that she pulled, which had lodged somewhere deep inside of me. Nothing she’d said about me was accurate. Of course, not.
I am not insecure, not the one who is holding onto my position in the world as if it is all that matters. Which it does, of course. Not that I am admitting to that.
Everything I’ve done so far was to a plan. It is a means to an end. As is she. So why am I hesitating now that I have her where I want her? Powerless. Because I prefer her fighting me, challenging me, standing up to me… So much more entertaining than the rest of my employees, who scuttle away at the mere sight of me. Maybe I’m bored, and wanted someone other than the rest of the Seven to banter with me, huh? And I admit it, she is far easier on the eye than any of them, of course.
"You going to apologize, Bird?"
She strains against me again and I tighten my hold on her.
"You going to admit you were wrong in what you said earlier?"
Her spine stiffens, "No."
My left eyelid twitches. "What did you say?"
"I didn’t do anything wrong… If anything, I was spot on in my opinion of you. It’s the one thing I am good at, sizing up a person."
"Oh?" I grind my groin against her arse. My cock thickens. "And what do you say about the size of that?"
Her entire body jerks, "I could sue you for sexual harassment."
"Don’t be crude."
"I’m being crude?" She makes a gurgling sound.
"And untruthful."
"Seriously, you need to get your head examined."
"I’d rather examine… you."
"Aargh." She pulls up her bent arm and I sidestep. Good thing I am so agile, huh? Her elbow grazes the side of my abs and she huffs.
"Stay still or you’ll hurt yourself."
"Stop telling me what to do."
