Page 79 of How to Resist Prince Charming

Braxton lifted his hands to his forehead and then buried his fingers in his hair as he stared at her. His frustration was so tangible she could taste it in the air.

“Why can’t you believe me?” When his voice wavered, her resolve did too. She wanted to apologize for having no trust. She wanted to go to him and hold him, telling him how sorry she was.

But why would her father lie to her? To her entire family?

“What about Paris?” she asked. “You lied about that gift you bought in that little shop.”

He let out a degrading snort, and his eyes watered. Then his chin trembled. “You know what? I did lie about that stupid picture. It wasn’t for my sister. So, doesn’t that tell you how bad of a liar I am? Doesn’t that tell you I’m speaking the truth now?”

More tears flooded Lenna’s lashes and she quickly reached up to wipe them away. “Then who was it for?”

Braxton’s mouth dropped. He stared until his eyes went hard, and his mouth went flat. “Tell me something, Lenna. Why should I bother with the truth? It’s not like you’re going to believe me anyway. Not when your precious daddy says otherwise. I mean, this is about choosing him or me, right? And it sounds like you’ve already made your choice.”

She started to counter him, but he quickly added, “Since the moment I first laid eyes on you, I haven’t been able to look at another woman, much less think about sleeping with one. And you’re a complete fool if you think I have.”

“No,” she hissed. “I was a fool to ever get involved with you.”

Spinning away, she strode toward her car and hopped into the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind her. As she started her engine and peeled out of her parking spot, she risked a glance in the rear view mirror. He stood in the middle of the street, staring after her.

The tears came in a rush. She could barely see where she was driving. “Oh, God,” she sobbed.

She’d fallen in love with Braxton Farris, and now it was over.

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As Braxton watched her leave, he knew she was carrying a part of his soul away with her. He wanted to chase her down and beg her to believe him. Then again, he’d like to chase her down to wring her pretty little neck.

But, cheating?

Ha!

The idea that he was actually capable of being unfaithful to her was so laughable he let out a sour chuckle. Was she insane? He was in love with her. He loved her more than he’d ever loved any woman. He couldn’t even look at another female without comparing her to Lenna.

How dare she? How dare she accuse him of such a thing? How could she believe her father—

Wait a second.

Her father.

That lying bag of shit. This was his fault. Tom had to know about them. That was the only explanation. But how in the hell had he found out? What in God’s name could’ve tipped him off?

Braxton could only figure Tom had learned at work somehow. But how?

Braxton didn’t have anything sitting out in his office with Lenna’s name on it. He didn’t have her picture—

Oh, Lord.

Her picture.

His computer was full of those pictures he’d copied off her camera’s memory card. But how would Tom have gotten onto his computer? Braxton had set passwords.

Okay, no, he didn’t have a hi-tech security protection on his office computer. But he honestly hadn’t thought someone would ever try to break into it.

Still, there was no way Tom—Tom of all people—could’ve gotten past his passwords.

“Brax?” Tyler’s voice came from behind him.

Braxton spun around and realized he was standing stupidly in the middle of the street.

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