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It might be best to stop for the night. Especially with the wedding a little over twelve hours away. I have enough on my mind. There’s no need to overload. It’s not like I can’t continue this another time.

I zero in on Malik again and wonder what he’ll be like once we’re married.

Maybe the thrill and fascination of us will end then.

Or maybe it will be worse.For me.

When I look up, I nearly jump out of my skin when I see him standing before me, as if he just materialized from the screen.

I was so absorbed with what I was doing, I didn’t even hear him come in.

It doesn’t matter. Now that he’s here, round two has officially begun and we’ve just entered the lair of ‘next time’.

ChapterTwenty-Two

Gwen

Malik gazes at me, his dark eyes gleaming with malice and a touch of fascination for startling me.

I try to compose myself, but my breath is trapped in my throat.

He comes closer to the desk and peeks over the laptop, browsing over what I’m reading. Or, rather, the picture of him and his brothers that’s taking up the center of the screen.

His eyes flick back up to meet mine and the light of fascination dances in

his darkness.

I know I should speak, but when he looks at me with such open captivation, I can’t help but conjure the memories of how we were last night. They cloud my mind, preventing me from thinking past the villain who walked into my life not a week ago and changed it every which way except the way I knew it to be.

I lift my chin and breathe past the arousal thickening my lungs.

I don’t care if he knows I’m thinking about the way he took me last night. Or that he successfully managed to charm me out of my dignity again even when I knew what he was. No matter what I do, or what I have to do, I must never appear weak.

Tomorrow is our wedding day and it will be the start of this path we’re on for the next six months. I have to survive it.

“Having fun with your new toy?” He finally speaks, tilting his head so a lock of his hair can fall over his eye.

“Thank you for getting it. I spoke with Jeanne.”

“She told me.”

Of course she did. I’m sure Jeanne has to report everything that happens throughout the day right back to him like a trained parrot.

“I’ve received a progress report on my grandmother from the doctor,” I say, deciding to ignore my annoyance from my previous thought.

“How is she?”

I wish I could say he looks like he doesn’t care, but his question seems genuine.

“She’s okay. The same, so that’s good.”

“Well now you know.”

“Yes.” My voice is cold and sharp, obvious signs that I’m pissed off about something.

As we’ve already established that I’m staying here and going through with plans to marry him because I want the money and my inheritance, the only thing I could be pissed about is last night.

No, I haven’t forgiven him for the lie he was in Wilmington and for kidnapping me, but now he’s given me other problems I don’t want to deal with.

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