Page 91 of The Billionaire's Secret
"You know your earlier faux paus of blurting out how you saved my ass?"
I glower at Edward.
"This is how you can make up for it," he says.
"By tying the bloody knot?"
"By getting chained up for real."
"I’ll be divorcing her soon anyway. It’s all a fucking farce, until I get to the bottom of this entire situation."
"You sure?" Weston scowls, "I mean, there’s something between you two, isn't there?"
"All a farce," I snicker. "I know how to be convincing enough that she bought it completely. She’s not my type. Besides, I don’t plan to shackle myself to anyone for the rest of my life."
"Thought it was kids you’re against," Damian pipes in.
"That too. Marriage, children, the whole shebang." I cut the air with my hand. "Not for me, and definitely not with her."
There’s a noise at the doorway. I stiffen. Glance past Edward, who’s already stepping away from the door. He wrenches it open.
The scent of lily and pepper tickles my nose. "Shit." I spot the back of a woman running, her red handbag clutched to her side. It’s her.Fucking fuck.
I race past Edward, who grabs my arm. "Get her back, Saint," he urges.
"I plan to."
"Apologize to her."
"Fuck," I clench my fingers.
He scowls, "Don’t be an asshole."
"Right."
"We’ll be waiting for you in the ballroom." He releases me.
"Fuck, bloody fuck." I race out the door and after her.
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Why was the broom late?
Answer: It overswept
Victoria
Fuck him. Fuck him. I hate him.Tears stream down my face as I race for the exit of the hotel. I should have stayed in the suite and licked my wounds, but truthfully? I had been horny for him. I had positioned my fingers over my clit and wanted to rub myself, wanted to shove my fingers inside of my pussy and bring myself to orgasm… Except, it wouldn’t have helped. I would have been empty and aching… Okay, emptier than before. Now that I know what it feels like to have his fingers inside of me, his lips on me, his tongue stabbing into my deepest most intimate of spaces...Fuck!Besides he’d told me not to come…and… Fuck me, but I couldn’t defy him. I had obeyed him. Like an idiot. I had paced the floor of the suite, until I had driven myself crazy with the thoughts whirling around in my head. Where could he have gone? Why had he left me so suddenly?
Was there someone else?
Why not, though? He asked me to marry him. Doesn’t mean he is going to be exclusive. Of course, not. He has some—make that many—women lined up and waiting for him…this entire time. It’s not like he is going to stop that when we are married. Married? Ha. The entire thing is a bloody charade. A stupid game to please his ego… He’d chosen me because he could. Clearly, that’s the answer I’d get if I asked him, so why bother? And from what I had overheard…? Fuck the man. Did he have to declare the status of our relationship out loud to his friends? Is nothing about our relationship a secret from the rest of the world? There is so much he isn’t telling me…so much unsaid stuff between us. What a pitiful turn of events this is.
I race toward the main doors of the hotel.
"Stop her!" his voice growls from somewhere behind me. I increase my pace. The doorman steps in my path.
"Get out of my way."
