Page 38 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
Asher walks to the door. Opening it, he steps aside, letting Jace see me. In Asher's bed. Wearing Asher's clothes.
Looking flushed, as if we've been making love.
Jace comes to an abrupt halt. Asher grips his arm and pulls him in. Jace doesn't even notice. He hasn't taken his eyes off me. And I'm watching him, too.
Jace's features are frozen. Eyes narrow, liquid silver. Emotions race across his face, before he blanks his face completely.
A mask.
If I'd thought he'd been difficult to read before, now he feels unreachable.
"Why don't we—" Asher begins, only for Jace to put up a palm, stopping him mid-sentence.
Asher stops, a hurt expression twisting his features. Asher still cares for Jace. That's why he asked me to his room. To make him jealous.
I almost laugh aloud.
Both Asher and I had the same goal in mind. To use each other to get Jace's attention.
Well, we've succeeded.
A shiver of apprehension runs down my spine.
Jace turns and walks out.
And that hurts.
Like I've hurt him.
Silence.
Sliding from the bed, I force myself to put one foot in front of the other. To walk out of the room and catch up with Jace.
We stay quiet as we walk through the garden. My bare feet press down on the stones, pebbles scraping my feet. I wince, but keep moving. When I stumble, almost fall, Jace doesn’t even look back. He can't bear to touch me.
My heart twists.
I deserve it.
Reaching the main building, we walk through the deserted lobby, up a staircase to our suite.
The door whispers shut.
Jace stalks to the window, looks out, hands thrust into his pockets, his back a solid, impenetrable wall of muscle.
Seconds stretch. Slide into minutes. Beyond him, the window looks out on a darkened piece of night.
As dark as the atmosphere in this room.
And we still stay as we are.
I shiver, goose bumps on my skin, becoming aware too I'm still dressed in Asher's clothes.
Fuck.
I know when I'm being punished.
I'd been curious what he'd do if I broke every rule. Broke through the walls he'd built around him.
