Page 79 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

I watched him grab his phone and type out a message. “We’ll set a trap. You will leave an empty envelope because that is all she deserves.”

It was scary to hope all this would finally be behind me. It was all I ever wanted. But now fear of seeing my mother plagued me. A small part of me still thought there was some misunderstanding.

“Any second thoughts?” he questioned me.

“God no. I can’t thank you enough. This is all I wanted, to have it all behind me. Part of me never wants to see my grandparents or my mom, if you are right, again,” I admitted in a low tone. “But another part of me wants to make them pay and hurt them back.”

“Whatever you need in terms of closure, I want you to get it.” He strode over to where I sat on the couch, taking a seat next to me, before pulling me onto his lap. “And after that, they won’t even be a page in your book.”

I would probably have to see my grandparents at least one more time. After all, I lived in their townhouse here in the city. And my therapist always told me it was healthy to get closure.

“Maybe that’s what I’ll do tomorrow after we are done with blackmail stuff,” I muttered more to myself. “Apartment hunting.” Then I grinned. “After all, I have a few million.”

Maxim chuckled. “Only a few?”

“Well, nine million to be exact.”

“Whatever will you do with all that money, love?”

I leaned into him, soaking up his warmth. “Well, I won’t pay the blackmailer. So maybe I’ll spend it on an apartment.”

“Or you could save it,” he suggested, his teeth grazing gently across my skin.

“Save it for what?”

“Anything you want.”

“I don’t want to stay in my grandparents’ place.”

“So you stay with me,” he suggested and my eyes widened. He must be joking.

I straightened up, my both hands on his chest. “What? Are you teasing me?”

“I’m dead serious. Stay here with me. The place is plenty big. And I have a place outside the city, you can stay with me there too.” I frowned. Was he… asking me to move in with him? “I kind of want you to be with me wherever I go.” I watched him in shock. “Yes, I know you said we should take it slow, and I agreed. I guess I’m greedy when it comes to you.”

“But we barely-”

“If you say we barely know each other, I’ll put you across my knee and spank you till your ass turns red.”

Heat pooled between my thighs at the threat. What the hell was happening to me? I wasn’t into being spanked.

Well, I didn’t think I was into begging someone to fuck me either.

“I have to admit something to you.” If we’re doing honesty, I might as well go all the way.

“What’s that?”

“At Revelation,” my cheeks burned at the mention of that night, and Maxim’s chuckle told me he liked it. “For a brief second, I thought it was you, but then I brushed the idea away. I thought you were too decent to attend something like that. But I kept comparing Luke to you, because he reminded me of you.”

“I knew it was you right away,” he grumbled in a low voice. “Like I said, I was on my way out when I spotted you and stuck behind like a love-stricken schmuck. Then, when I saw you on that stage, I would have killed anyone if they even attempted to outbid me.” The meaning of it hung in the air between us. “It wasn’t the most orthodox way to start this between us, but believe me when I tell you, I truly care about you. I never want to hurt you. Don’t ever doubt that.”

Maxim was right. I couldn’t doubt his sincerity. I believed him, all his actions so far have been sincere. He was right; it was me that decided to give Revelation club a try and get on that stage. Yes, he didn’t reveal it was him but neither did I. I wanted to keep my identity hidden. It was hard to trust though. Years of diminishing self-worth were hard to erase in a day, a week, or a month. If I thought about it, I should be glad he bid on me. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. After all, every single event since we met brought us together. And I had to admit, it felt good knowing he wanted me so much. Because I wanted him that much too.

“And one last admission.”

He chuckled. “Tell me, love.”

“I don’t want to take it slow,” I murmured, leaning closer to him, my lips brushing against his. “I want it all with you.”

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