Page 31 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

How could he be so together right now and so fucking cold? I could barely think.

He walked away and came back with a towel for me. I wiped myself as clean as I could and pulled my pants up. I was still mostly dressed, and Ford had only taken one leg out of his pants.

When my pants were zipped, I looked up, and Ford met my gaze. My breath caught, and I froze. The depth of emotion in his eyes let me know he wasn’t as unaffected as he wanted me to believe. “Ford, I….”

He shook his head. “I will still fight you in court. I won’t give in. I won’t change my tactics. I won’t negotiate something that isn’t what Miles wants. Just because you fucked me doesn’t mean you get what you want from me.”

No feelings. That’s how this should be. I could play it that way too. “I already got what I wanted, and so did you. Don’t try to act like I didn’t rock your world.”

“Damn, you’re even more arrogant when you’re drunk. Go home and sober up.” He leaned over and picked up his phone which had fallen from his pocket in my haste to get his pants down.

“What are you doing?” I asked when he started typing on it.

“Calling you a cab.”

“I can’t go home. I already told you. Somebody’s watching my apartment.”

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FORD

Was he really serious about that? “Jay, what you talking about? You really think someone is watching you?”

“I got a call today from some guy who threatened me, then someone followed me when I left the office.”

“Threatened you how?” If Miles had sent someone after Jay, I was going to take his fucking head off.

Jay ran a hand through his hair, and I fought the urge to stare at his perfectly formed arms. He’d just fucked the hell out of me, and I still wanted him. “The guy has some connection to Lisa Jenkins. He said I’d better win this lawsuit, that my life depended on it.”

That made no sense. Anyone Miles sent would have been telling him he better make his client back off. “You think the person who threatened you was watching your apartment?”

“Yeah. I went to a bar, and then when I tried to go home, two men were sitting in a car by the back of my building, looking up at my balcony.”

Whether or not these men were actually watching him, I believed he’d been threatened. I couldn’t send him home. Part of me hated him for how easily he’d made me forget why I had no business fucking him, but if anyone was going to hurt him, it was going to be me.

“You can sleep on the couch.”

He wrinkled his nose. “The couch is—”

“My best offer.” A sick part of me liked the idea that he’d lay there, thinking about what we’d done, knowing my cum was still drying on the cushions.

“Can you really say you don’t want more?”

I wanted so much more, but I’d been stupid enough for one night. “When you’re ready to suck my dick. Come find me.”

He sputtered. “What?”

“If you want to be with a man, it’s a skill you need to learn.”

He huffed and sat down. “Fine. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“That’s what I thought. I’ll get you some water.” By the time I got back with water, he was passed out and snoring.

I left a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on the coffee table. I also placed a trash can by the couch in case he woke up sick and couldn’t make it to the bathroom.

After righting the end table and putting the lube back in the drawer, I grabbed a blanket from a nearby chair and covered Jay.

He snuggled into it and smiled in his sleep. I couldn’t resist watching him for a few moments. Tonight had been an emotional roller coaster, and I knew it wasn’t over yet. I wanted to be angry with Jay, but I’d known what I was doing, and now, instead of being angry, I was worried about him. Who was threatening him and why?

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