Page 114 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
I blink. This man... he’s such a consummate liar. If anyone could reflect their heart in their eyes, then it would be him, in this instant.
"I knew then, I had to make you mine. To tie you to me irrevocably, so you could never leave me."
A sigh sounds from behind me. A drawn breath. Can no one here see through his pretense?
He moves closer and the chemistry between us ratchets up. His broad shoulders shut out the sight of everyone else. He could be talking only to me, revealing his true self. I watch entranced, a part of me applauding at the show he’s putting on.
"For, you complete me."
He did not just say that.
The most overrated movie dialogue of all time; and he’s using it at this precise moment.
If he’d wanted to cut right through my heart, he couldn’t have done it better. Oh, he’s smart, this man. He knows me too well. Knows how to throttle every last one of my silly desires.
Someone claps, and another, and a third joins in.
Without anyone in the room realizing what he’s done.
"I am the luckiest man alive to be able to call you my wife."
I turn away, tears pricking my eyes. My throat closes. Pressure builds at my temples.
"Summer Sterling."
The complete confidence in his tone lashes me about my shoulders. I strain against the pull he exerts on me, force myself to take another step forward. And another.
"Can I call you by my name?"
I pause. My feet refuse to move. Damn this man. How can he throw me down one moment, then lift me up high above the clouds, make me reach for the sun the next?
Doesn’t he realize how cruel it is when he does that?
It will leave me floundering in the gutter, mired in the throes of the passion that laces his words; the one that compels me to turn around and swallow.
"Never."
