Page 42 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"You had your chance, and lost it." A nerve throbs at his temple.
Oh, no, that… that’s not good, is it?
I scuttle away from him and he doesn’t stop me. That’s not reassuring.
His eyes gleam; his nostrils flare.
Whatever that evil mind of his has conjured up, I am so not going to like it.
"Run, little Bird."
"Eh?"
"You have until I count to five."
The hairs on my nape rise. I angle my body away, ready to take off, anything to get away from this blackhole of a man, who attracts every part of me, even as his temperament repels every cell in my body. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction... Who said that? Einstein? Strike that. Not the time for stupid trivia, not.
"Explain." I clear my throat.
"If I catch you, you do as I command for the next seven days."
"And that’s different from now, how?"
He raises an eyebrow, "Want me to spell it out for you?"
"You mean…" I blanche, "you mean the deal—"
"Extends from the meeting room to the bedroom."
"Go fuck yourself."
He smirks. "If I were egotistical, I’d say that you would enjoy that, but it’s not your physical surrender that I want."
"Th... then?"
"It’s your emotional submission, your mental breakdown."
"You’re raving mad."
He raises his shoulder and then lets it fall. "My choice.’
"And if I don’t agree."
"I don’t remember this being a negotiation."
"Jerk."
"You need a new vocabulary."
"And you…" I drag my fingers through my hair. "...you need a new attitude."
"I suppose you’re the one who’s going to change me?"
No, what’s he talking about?
"Many have tried and failed, Sweetheart. I am not the bad boy you can tame. Not the hero of a romance novel come to save you."
"Th... then?"
