Page 104 of The Billionaire's Secret
"When?"
"When all of this is over, of course," I wave a hand in the air.
"What is over?" He folds his arms over his chest, "Explain it to me, Sherlock."
"When we’ve tracked down the members of the Mafia who did this to us, make sure they are locked away, or better still, six feet under. And when she is safe, when—" my voice tapers off.Shit, do I mean that? No. I don’t mean that.Did I propose a marriage to tie her to me? Of course, I did, but only so I can keep my property safe. Because she is the key to unlocking the door, to leading us to those who turned our lives upside down.
"You gonna complete your sentence anytime soon?" Weston smirks.
"No," I growl, then drag my fingers through my hair. "You don’t have to seem so pleased with yourself. You wait until it’s your time."
"My time?" He cups his chin, "I’m not the one who proposed a wedding to get close to an asset."
"She’s more than that," I frown.
"Of course, she is…to you." He slaps my shoulder. "It’s what landed you in this mess."
"Fuck." My heart begins to race. Sweat beads my palms. "You’re talking as if my life is over…"
"In a way, it is... Beginning of a journey, and all that bullshit..."
"Don’t you have a procedure to attend to? You’re supposed to be a hot-shot doctor—"
"Who wouldn’t pass up the chance to be there for one of his closest friends."
"Ha," I snort. "What a crock of bull-fucking-shit. You’re here to ensure I am tied up so you can capitalize on the assets of 7A Investments and FOK media."
"Now would I do that?" He raises his hands. "After all, everything is spelled out in black and white. No way, can I go against the split of profits."
"There are other ways to go behind our backs and take what’s not due to you."
"Especially when it’s money that should have come to you." He nods, "Now, I am not saying it hadn’t crossed my mind." He grins. "Not my fault if I pull it off either, given you and Sinner—" he jabs a thumb over his shoulder, "are occupied with matters of the heart, and all that."
"This isn’t a matter of the heart," I growl.
"You’re right, again." He slaps my shoulder. "It’s your dick that’s leading you on, man. You should’ve fucked her and gotten it out of your system—"
I redden.
"What?" He opens and closes his mouth, "No."
"Shut up," I mutter.
He takes me by my shoulders. "Look into my eyes, my child. Tell me it’s not what I suspect it is."
"Back the fuck off, wanker."
He searches my features, "It is, isn’t it?"
"What is?" a familiar voice sounds behind him.
I groan, "No, no, no. Enough of this asinine chitchat."
Arpad saunters up, "The man doth protest too much."
"Why the fuck aren’t you on your watch already?"
"Because," he opens his arm wide, "I had to see you safely married first."
