Page 194 of The Billionaire's Secret
A trembling grips me as adrenaline drains from my blood. "You…you knew that I was going to hand over the evidence to him?"
"You didn't mention that he had connections to Sicily?" He retorts.
"He's part of the Mafia... of course they're connected to Sicily." I mutter, then throw my hands up. "I didn't think it was important okay? I peer up at him, "Guess we still have secrets from each other?"
He peruses my futures, then exhales a breath. "Why the hell can't we trust each other?"
"I'm trying." I mutter.
"Yeah." He rubs the back of his neck. "So am I." His lips quirk, "and to answer your question, I suspected that you might do so."
Oh.
I raise my fingers to my lips, he grabs my wrist. "No biting your fingernails." He admonishes me.
O-k-a-y. I peer up into his face, "So, all this time, when you pretended you wanted nothing to do with me, you—"
He nods. "I had my men follow you. I tracked your movements."
"Even in the apartment?"
He frowns.
"Please don’t hold back, Saint."
"There are cameras at the apartment," he finally concedes.
"You spied on me?"
"Not…always."
"But you did."
"On occasion…" He draws himself up to his full height, "I watched you bring yourself to orgasm every night, and wished I was there. It should have been my hands on you, my cock buried inside you, it should have been me wringing those moans from you instead of an inanimate object."
My cheeks burn, "Shit, you saw all that?" It should be creepy and awfully stalkerish, so why do I find it strangely reassuring that he’d had his eye on me all this time?
He tilts his head, "How else do you think I survived the last few weeks?"
I frown, "Yet you didn’t guess I was pregnant until Weston told you."
His chest rises and falls, straining against the shirt he wears. "I am a dick. What can I say? The mind recognizes what it wants to."
I chuckle, "Well, we make a fine pair, don’t we?" The hair on my forearms rises. "We’re so bloody wrong for each other."
"On the contrary, I can’t think of anything more right. You bring out the worst…and the best in me. You drive me insane, Gigi. You tie me up in knots, and every time I think I’ve figured you out, you throw me a surprise."
"Is that good or bad?"
"It’s good…and bad." He leans down and licks my lips, "And it’s definitely a bloody turn on. Thing is, there is no one for me but you."
"Even though I am pregnant with your child."
"Especially because you are pregnant with my child," his blue eyes deepen with some emotion I can’t quite place.
"I don’t want you to feel like you have to do the right thing by me."
"I only want to do all the wrong things to you," he smirks.
