Page 59 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

Dammit!I needed to put some space between myself and temptation personified.

But knowing what I should do didn’t make it any easier to stand up again and put some distance between the two of us.

“You’re right,” I said shakily as I smoothed my dress down. “I probably need to think about this when I’m rational.”

Wyatt caught my hand before I could go very far. “I already know what I want, Shelby. I’m not a man known for my patience, but I’ll try to give you a chance to make your own decision. Now get your gorgeous ass upstairs before I change my mind. I’m used to getting whatever I want whenever I want it.”

I squeezed his hand before I let it go. The old Wyatt was back on the surface, but I wasn’t fooled. “You’re not all that demanding,” I teased.

“Don’t let this patient demeanor fool you,” he grunted. “When I finally lose my patience, I’ll probably be the most demanding asshole you’ve ever seen.”

Wyatt

Istepped out of the shower later that evening still just as edgy as I’d been when I’d stepped in, even though I’d just gotten myself off for the second time in the same damn day.

“Fuck!” I cursed out loud as I grabbed a towel and started drying my nude body, my frustration of my earlier conversation with Shelby still eating at me.

Nothing had been decided.

I didn’t have a fucking plan.

And I wasn’t a guy who went into anything without some kind of strategy.

Chase had suggested that I listen to my emotions, but in my mind, that was the kind of shit that could get you killed.

Yeah, I wasn’t in Delta anymore, but since my approach of being completely analytic and skeptical of anyone or anything had worked to keep my ass alive, I’d stuck with it. It hadn’t hurt to be the same way with my business, either.

I’d let my guard down once with Simone, and look how that had turned out.

I knew right after that relationship ended that I dodged a bullet, that I’d really never known her, but her parting words had hurt enough that I’d been content with never trying that relationship shit again.

Until I’d met Shelby Remington, and she turned my very controlled world upside down. I was tired of trying to convince myself that my life hadn’t changed since I’d met her.

Maybe my balls were blue, which I definitely didn’t enjoy, but I liked coming home every night knowing I was going to see her.

Knowing my house would be filled with life.

Knowing I’d see her gorgeous smile and her beautiful face.

Knowing she’d ask me how my day went and expected more than a cursory response.

Maybe I wasn’t used to a woman who really cared about me as a person, but it was fucking addicting.

However, for some damn reason I didn’t understand, I wanted more than just a friendly face at the end of the day from her.

Even though I might end up sucking at it, I actually wanted to try the relationship thing again.

I wanted Shelby in my bed. Whatever head trip her ex had done on her to make her think she wasn’t the most desirable female on the planet was bullshit, but part of her obviously still believed that.

I also wanted Shelby permanently living in my home. Solitude wasn’t really all that appealing to me anymore, and the thought of coming home to dead silence was actually a little depressing.

Hell, I’d even told Tori and Cooper to stop looking for a home for Cujo because I was keeping her. Shelby adored the mutt, and I was used to having the canine diva around now. The dog was better off with me.

I understood Shelby’s hesitance to commit to anything because of her past, and I’d meant it when I’d said that I’d wait until she was ready.

But that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t do everything in my power to make sure that she ended up with me. Maybe I didn’t have a romantic bone in my body, but I’d treat her a hell of a lot better than either of those former idiots.

I tossed my towel in the hamper and entered the master bedroom naked, which was normally the way I slept.

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