Page 111 of The Billionaire's Bride
He faces forward, and I call out. "Wait..."
He glances over his shoulder.
"I... I need a T-shirt or something to change into for bed."
He looks me up and down, "You can survive for one night. I'll arrange to have your things delivered tomorrow."
This time when he leaves the room, I don’t try to stop him.
I glance around the room, then back at the door. Shit, shit, shit. So that’s it? We live under the same roof, have our own rooms, then we get married and what? He fucks me?
I chose to come to him…and he what? Holds me at arm’s length? This is not the kind of welcome I foresaw. When he’d asked me to bend over, I’d been sure he’d fuck me… Instead…he’d aroused me, brought me to the edge of an orgasm, and then he’d pulled away. Bastard. What the hell is he trying to do here?
I pick up my bag, place it on the nightstand, and drape my clothes over the chair. I grab a quick shower then slip into my panties and camisole, before sliding under the covers with my phone. I dial Isla. Her phone rings, then she picks up the call. Her face appears on the screen.
"Hellooo," she sing-songs. I hear voices in the background, see lights, a blur of people…
"Sorry, are you busy?"
"Not for you, babe." She steps out of the room; a door closes behind her and the sounds fade.
"Where are you?"
"Out with a bride who needed a shoulder to cry on."
"You mean…" I lower my chin
"Yeah," she blows out a breath, "the bride of the man who shall not be named." Her lips firm. "Except for the one wedding rehearsal, asshole didn’t turn up for any of the tastings or for any of the other meetings. It’s like he really doesn’t care. I really feel sorry for the bride…so…"
"So…you’re hanging out with her?"
"So?"
"So, you broke your rule about not socializing with the clients."
"She was just sooo sad." Isla grimaces, "When she asked me out for a drink, I couldn’t refuse."
"Or maybe, you wanted to get more info on Li—"
She frowns.
"I mean, the man who shall not be named."
"Of course, not." She purses her lips. "Not really. I mean, I did lend a sympathetic ear to her as she poured out the details of their relationship, which is beyond dysfunctional, but really, I was just doing my job."
"Hmm," I scowl, "if you say so."
"And we are not here to talk about me." She raises an eyebrow. "What’s up? Everything okay with you and Baron?"
"Wait, what?" I blink, "How did you know about…?"
"Why else would you be calling me?
"You mean, I only call you when I need a sounding board?"
She smirks.
"Iz…" I scowl.
