Page 40 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
His jaw hardens, a vein beating at his temple. "Asher's unpredictable."
"More than me?" I ask.
It doesn’t even draw a chuckle from him.
I flush.
"He'll hurt you, like he hurt my mother." His voice is hard. "He was only twenty-one when he seduced her. He slept with my mother, for fuck's sake. I walked in on the two of them, in my bed. But even that didn't stop her from falling in love with him. He was using her to get my attention. And when Asher turned her down, my mother killed herself."
The words come rushing out and I recoil.
He'd walked in on me and Asher exactly as he had walked in on Asher and his mother. I can't even begin to understand how that must feel. The hurt radiates from him, and I cringe.
The full repercussions of my actions hit home.
I not only broke our agreement, but made him relive the worst nightmare of his life.
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"I am so sorry," I whisper. It sounds so inadequate.
I'd betrayed him, and before those who mattered to him. Now all I can feel is this compulsion to put things right.
"Let me make it up to you," I say, my voice soft.
His nostrils flare. Can he sense the conflicting emotions inside me?
The fury on his face gives away to a more assessing look. His eyes narrow, giving him a predatory aspect?one I associate with the Jace I’d heard about by reputation—the spoilt, eccentric multi-millionaire.
His eyes sear a path down my body, touching on the hollows of my throat, over my breasts, dipping down my waist, between my legs.
His intent clear.
I know he wants me.
I've been drawn to Jace from the moment I set eyes on him. I want to take him to bed. But is sleeping with him a last-ditch attempt to salvage our arrangement? So, I can still get the money.
I hesitate, unsure what to do.
When his eyes drop to my lips I shiver.
He waits. The moment stretches till I can't take it anymore.
He's waiting for me to make the first move. Patience has never been my strong point.
I stand up on tip-toe, touch my lips to his. Just a brush.
My eyelids flutter down.
That pine and clove smell of his surrounds me, drawing at me, coaxing me to get closer.
Heat spirals out from him, twisting around me, and I moan in my throat. The vibrations ripple toward my breast, hardening my nipples and down further, joining the liquid space between my legs.
Still he doesn't move.
