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Please don’t let Court be watching right this second. He’d lose his shit. He’d storm in here and probably kill Eric.

“I’m going to make you so happy,” Eric vowed, pressing another kiss to the corner of my mouth.

I forced a smile onto my face as he drew back, and the waiter appeared with our drinks. As soon as my champagne was poured, I grabbed the glass.

“A toast,” Eric declared, lifting his flute. “To our future. May we get everything that we deserve.”

My smile turned more genuine as I agreed whole-heartedly with his toast and clinked our glasses.

I absolutely hoped Eric got everything he deserved.

Caught by the police, a lengthy prison sentence, and a life stuck in a box sounded exactly like what my temporary fiancé so richly deserved, and I was more than happy to help him get it.

CHAPTER 33

BEX

“This isn’t the way to my house,” I said as Eric turned another corner. I’d managed to make it through dinner without any missteps.

“I know.” He held my hand over the console and raised my fingers to his lips. “I planned a celebration for us tonight. I reserved a special room for us at Westford Towers.”

I swung my head to gape at him. Westford Towers was one of the most exclusive, expensive hotel chains the Westford family owned. Judging by the heat in his gaze and the way his lips lingered on my skin, it didn’t take a genius to guess the type of celebration he had planned.

“Eric, I can’t,” I said, shaking my head.

“Why not?” His tone took on that cool edge that gave me the impression he wasn’t happy.

“I…” Shit, how did I get out of this? “I’m tired, and it’s been such a long day.”

He let out an incredulous snort. “How often do you get engaged, Bex? We need to celebrate. I promise you won’t be too tired for what I have planned.”

I tried pulling my hand away, but he wouldn’t let go. “Eric.”

“Bex,” he snapped, stopping at a red light and scowling at me. “I think I’ve been pretty fucking understanding.”

I jerked back like he’d hit me, stunned by the rage in his eyes.

“You just up and left,” he snarled, the transition from calm to furious giving me whiplash. “You didn’t tell me where you were. I had no idea if you were hurt or sick. I almost missed my meeting in Brussels!”

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, trying to get him to calm down. “I didn’t think it mattered—”

He slammed a hand on the steering wheel. “You didn’t think I mattered?” He practically roared the question.

“I didn’t say that—”

He grabbed my wrist, hard. “You won’t do that again, Rebecca. I won’t stand for it.”

Fear licked up my chest as I watched him unravel in front of me. “Eric, please.”

He sneered, stomping on the gas when the light turned green. The car surged forward, the back tires chirping in protest as they struggled to find purchase on the asphalt.

My heart pounded in my chest. “You’re scaring me.”

“You scared me, so I suppose we’re even,” he hissed. “You’re my fiancée. You’ll be my wife. I won’t have you running around like some common whore.”

Whoa. What? Where the hell had that come from?

“Eric, stop,” I ordered, trying to sound like I wasn’t on the verge of a panic attack as he weaved in and out of traffic like a madman.

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