Page 42 of Damaged King

“You don’t understand,” he said, but I wasn’t hearing it.

“What I understand is that you have a girlfriend you really should be with. Sophia isn’t one to take kindly to being ignored. I’m surprised you didn’t ride with her to the hotel.”

With that, I took my leave, stomping through the short hall that opened to the main room and tossing my uniform jacket onto the bed. I yanked at the scarf around my neck so I could undo the top button of my shirt. I needed to breathe.

“First, she’s not my girlfriend and she doesn’t rule my movements.”

Too late I realized I should have slammed the door in his face. I turned to face him, feeling like I would blow my stack at any minute.

“Funny, I couldn’t tell for the great impression of cling wrap she did.”

“More like static cling,” he muttered, or so I thought.

“Whatever you want to call it.”

“Jealous?”

I wanted to slap the smirk off his face.

“Of what? That you’re like every other man out there?” I said.

His chuckle was chock-full of everything not resembling humor. “I could say the same, Highness. Here I thought you belonged to the man that paid for your charter to New York. But what I saw with that passenger, you’ll take the highest bidder.”

My jaw didn’t just drop, I marched forward and did what I’d wanted to do. I slapped him, and hard.

“I can’t be bought, asshole,” I said.

He caught my hand before I could pull it back. He tugged and I was thrust against him.

“Good, that’s all I needed to hear.”

His mouth crashed down on mine and I was powerless not to melt, taken off guard as I had been.

My senses came back online when we heard a knock at the door.

18

Grant

Way too soon,she slipped out of my arms and I was left cold yet burning with rage for whoever had interrupted us.

I was on the verge of telling her to ignore it, but she was already swinging the door open.

When I saw who it was, I wondered if the girl had a tracker on me.

“Sophia,” Jolie said.

The woman in question didn’t notice me until she pushed her way past Jolie.

“Grant,” Sophia said, looking at me before turning to glare at Jolie who moved to stand next to me. “What are you doing here?”

There was no mistaking the sneer as her rage-filled stare landed back on me.

Jolie crossed her arms. “The real question is, what do you want?”

Damn, I shouldn’t find Jolie’s stubborn and snarky remarks sexy as hell, but I did.

“I wanted to talk to my sister,” Sophia said, blowing my fucking mind.

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