Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 100417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I was in love with him, and he couldn’t look at me.
He shot a vodka, saying nothing. His knuckles were white on the glass, that muscle in his jaw ticking.
In a daze, I followed him off the jet into the limo, though he acted as if he could’ve left me there on the tarmac.
We hadn’t even gotten under way before he’d downed his first shot from the Bentley’s bar. Here we were, back in sunny Miami—and it felt like the Arctic in here. He took another call, his tone clipped. We were closing in on the hotel before he hung up the phone.
“Máxim, I don’t know what’s happened with us, and I need you to explain it to me,” I said. The divider was cracked, and Vasili could hear everything, but I didn’t care.
“I told you I have a lot on my mind. We’ll discuss it later.” Everything about his demeanor said: Back off.
“You’re putting walls up between us. Please don’t. Talk to me.”
“Very well.” He poured another steep vodka. “Marry me.”
“Qué?” I couldn’t get enough air.
“I want you to marry me. Today.”
I was about to throw up. This wasn’t happening.
“I’ll take that as a yes. We’ll go directly back to the airport and fly to Las Vegas.” He said something to Vasili, and the man began to slow the car.
To turn around.
I shook my head. “G-go to the hotel.”
“Give me a reason.”
“I’ve only known you for two weeks.”
“Are you sure there’s no other reason?” he demanded.
“Why are you being like this?”
He snapped something to Vasili, and we resumed our course to the hotel.
Sevastyan turned his infuriated gaze to me. “You didn’t even consider the possibility of marrying me. Not for the briefest second, did you? Last night, when you caught the bouquet, you looked miserable about it. When I placed that garter on your leg, your body stiffened against me as it never has before.”
“Everything was too . . . it was a lot to take in over one weekend. As of Christmas Day, I thought we would be parting on the twenty-eighth.”
He gave a bitter laugh. “You’ve got your claws all in me, and you’re looking for the door! You have never even imagined a future with me.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” How to explain? I’d known I was going to have difficulty revealing my past to him. Now, freaked out and emotional, I could barely find words. “It’s just that . . . things are complicated.”
“I’ll bet they are.”
“What does that mean?”
He waved that away. “I just told you I’d marry you. A woman in your position should’ve been tempted.”
“My position.” As someone who sold sex.
“But then, the problem with all my wealth is that I come with it!”
This argument had taken me completely off guard. Because I’d lowered my guard with him.
“What the fuck was I thinking? I told you there’d be no one else. That you were with me. I confided things I’ve never told another soul.” The pain in his eyes rocked me. “And I don’t even know your real name. I expected things from you I shouldn’t. I can’t force you to change.”
“You want me to change?” I couldn’t disguise the hurt in my voice. “How?”
“For instance, when I inform you that I’m a former hobbyist, you might mention to me that you are a former escort. Just a thought.”
I rubbed my temples. “I don’t understand any of this. I don’t know where it’s coming from.” Maybe he regretted revealing his past. I believed talking to me had eased something in him—but it still would’ve had to hurt, to leave him raw. Was I getting the backlash from that? “Why are you coming at me like this?”
“You shouldn’t have let me believe you were attainable if you aren’t. You let me believe you could be won.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You lied about that and so many other things. You looked people in the eyes, and the words danced from your tongue. You deceive better than a politician.”
My confusion was turning to anger, my foggy mind clearing. “I get your mistrust. I have reasons not to trust others too. But you need to understand something.”
He shot his glass. “Can’t wait to hear this.”
“I have never—from the first sentence I uttered—lied to you.”
The fury in his eyes almost had me shrinking back into my seat.
“I told you never to deceive me! I’ve revealed why I will never tolerate it. Yet you keep doing it.”
“When? Name an instance!”
“I nearly believed you when you told me you had no other man! You met my gaze and assured me you didn’t—yet you told your friend that you were involved with another.”
“What friend?” Had he misunderstood something I’d said over the weekend?
“Last week, I bugged the penthouse for my meetings. I quite enjoyed your conversation with Ivanna.”
I gasped, reflecting over what I’d said. I’d talked to her about the belt, about walking around in this lust-fueled haze, fantasizing about his body. That conversation had been private—and humiliating! My face flushed with embarrassment, which just made me angrier.
“Did you think I wasn’t aware a phone got to you? I allowed it in. Later that night, I listened to the recording.”
“Then you knew I never tried to trap you with a pregnancy! And you didn’t tell me? Just like I thought! You wanted to keep me there—to keep treating me like a deceitful prostitutka! So you could do whatever you wanted with me. You amused yourself with me. You played with me. With my life.”
We pulled up to the hotel. Vasili hurried out of the car around to the door, but then he just stood there.
“Just like you played me!” Sevastyan snapped. “You made me believe you felt something for me. So I decided I would win you from him—I would spoil you, immersing you in my world, while removing you from his. I thought I’d had success until your reactions last night. Now I know that I can’t simply will this to happen. Your heart’s taken. By Edward. You’re in love with him.”