Page 111 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife

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"Other than a monetary pay off."

"Are all of you as egotistical as him?"

"The jury is out on that. We each have our strengths." He looks up, and I follow his line of sight to the woman standing on her own, staring into the fireplace.

"And weaknesses, apparently," I mutter under my breath.

He shoots me a quick glance. "How well do you know Victoria?"

So, he doesn’t want to refer to her as my stepmother, huh?

"First time I’ve met her."

"Ask her to meet me before she leaves for the States."

"Why?"

"I have a proposition for her.”

"Why would she be interested?"

He rakes her figure from head to toe, "Trust me, women like her always are."

I stiffen. I owe nothing to Victoria, but she… is family… sort of. It isn’t that I want to look out for her, or my dad… A little bit maybe. Besides, what is Saint's motivation here?

I frown. "We've only just met."

"So?" He pats my hand. "You help me, and I promise, I’ll help you find a way to get even with Sterling there."

"I thought you were friends."

"Of the competitive kind.’

"Why do you want to meet her?"

"My intentions, I promise you, are…" He hesitates. "I want to get to know her better."

"You want to get in her pants."

He chuckles. "That too. I won’t hurt her." He peruses my features. "Not unless she wants me to."

Does he have the same proclivities that Sinclair has hinted at? "Did whatever happened to all of you... result in the same warped tastes tainting each of you?"

He frowns, then drops my hand, "You’ll have to ask Sterling that.’

"I thought you were going to help me with him?"

"What do you want to know?"

"What’s his weakness?"

His lip curls; he surveys me from toe to head.

"No, you’re wrong."

"Yes."

"I don’t understand.’

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