Page 69 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Yeah, yeah." She drags her fingers through her hair, "So you have incriminating evidence on me... but... 30 days?"
I narrow my gaze.
"It's a much longer period of time than I had anticipated."
My heart begins to race. So, the Bird has claws after all, huh? My gut clenches. What had I thought? That she is different from the rest? That it isn't about the money? That she is actually attracted to me? I'd coerced her into this arrangement, after all, pushed her to the edge, hoping... Hoping what? That she'd emerge from it like some bloody phoenix? Fuck. I straighten my spine.
"How much?"
She blinks.
"Think of a figure."
"Right." She bites her lower lip, and I squeeze my fingers at my sides.
"Say it before I change my—"
"Five."
I lower my eyebrows.
"Five million." Her chin wobbles.
Not bad. She has the presence of mind to pull a larger figure than I expected.
"Two." I wipe all expression from my face.
She straightens, "Four."
My pulse thuds at my temples. And she negotiates too, huh? At least, she is a survivor. I have to give her that.
"Two point five." I keep my arms loose at my side.
She opens her mouth. I hold up a hand. "Final offer and we both know it's more money than you'll ever see in your lifetime."
"Asshole."
I yawn, raise my phone. "Fine, guess I'll upload this to—"
"I'll take it."
"And sex."
She pales; her breathing grows shallow. "Not part of the deal."
"Hmm." I touch my finger to her cheek.
She winces.
"I'll never force you." I draw back, "But by the time we are done with this arrangement, you'll be begging me to own you, possess you, to have me balls deep inside of you, as you come on my dick."
She shudders, then straightens her shoulders, "Never."
I slide the phone into my pants, "You will give in to me, little Bird, this I promise, and it will be of your own volition." I brush past her, toward the exit.
"One day..."
Her voice follows me.
"One day I'll make you regret what you’re doing to me."
I bare my teeth, and the blood pounds in my ears, at my temples, my wrists. Fuck, if that's not the hottest thing I've ever heard from anyone.
I glare at her over my shoulder, "Oh, I'm counting on it."
