Page 70 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
All she had to do was unleash those sparks in her tawny eyes, and he'd be begging at her feet, ready to do whatever she wanted. He'd tried to hold back, bury what he felt deep inside in a place she couldn't get to. He'd almost succeeded in hiding the emotional part. His physical reaction had been far more difficult to disguise.
He laughs, a humorless chuckle, and runs his fingers through his hair before dropping them to his side. It’d been her secretiveness that had made him pursue her. Those unspoken secrets buried inside her. Secrets she hadn't admitted to herself. Submerged behind walls so deep she probably didn't know they existed. But he'd tasted them, those flavors of her that pulled at him.
The hint of loneliness, the vulnerability that was also her strength, made him want him to lean into her. And sometime in the last few days, he had submitted himself. Allowed himself to be taken in by the charade.
Or perhaps it was the surprise of meeting Asher after all these years that had made him weak. Reminding him again of his mother's death. And along with that, the emotional kick of meeting his father had hit him in the gut.
It had lowered his barriers. Had made him turn to her. His own solace in a world overwhelming him with emotions. His fiancé. He'd come to see her as his own.
Except she'd never been his.
Sienna is an employee, someone hired to do a job. One she hadn't completed.
Jace stares out the window. Tonight is Natalie’s wedding, and Sienna wouldn't be there.
The one thing he'd asked her for, and she'd failed. She'd known he needed her there. Only a few more hours, and he would have convinced his father about his suitability for the inheritance.
As the reality of his situation dawns, anger pours through him, churning his guts.
He's going to make sure Sienna doesn't receive the rest of the money. But first, he is going to find her, and make her pay for hurting him. For leaving him the most vulnerable he'd ever been.
He starts to head out of the room, only to hesitate at the threshold. He's not even sure what he's looking for, not till he sees the table on her side of the bed. It's empty.
And the tightness in his chest fades somewhat.
She's taken the ring with her.
He doesn't question why that sends a pulse of reassurance through him.
35
Sienna
* * *
I shouldn't confuse the physical with the emotional. I've told myself that a hundred times before, and yet, as I stare out of the window of the plane, all I can relive are those moments.
A gaze.
A touch.
A kiss.
His fingers splayed out on my waist, reaching out to where the skin dips down to my core. His lips brushing mine, tongue thrusting inside. His fingers running over my skin, in me.
The heat from his body coiling around me, making me feel safe, protected, cherished.
A dream. It was all a dream. Unreal.
A business transaction, that's all it was for him. But it had become so much more for me.
If I had stayed, could I have convinced Darren that Jace was serious about settling down and starting a family? Would it have kept Darren from disinheriting Jace? I'll never know.
I am on the flight en route to Bombay. I had to leave. That call left me no choice.
Accepting the glass of wine from the stewardess, I notice the ring on my finger. His ring. In my hurry to leave, I'd forgotten to take it off.
Or perhaps I'd wanted to keep it a little longer. There's no doubt in my mind that I'm going to send it back to him. But for now I can still pretend I had a connection with him, right?
