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“Really? What is your type then?” I ask, my curiosity peaked.

His eyes trace over my body, touched with desire and secret suggestions. His lips curl into a grin. “Wouldn’t you love to know, little starfish.”

My heart is beating too fast. His eyes said I was his type, but his words just tease me.

Besides, again, why do I care? Dammit, Jade, gets it together.

I shift a little away from him on the sofa, reaching for the water sitting on the coffee table. “Do you want to go over what work I will be doing for you?” I say, professional and cold.

His face drops with disappointment. “Uh, sure, yeah we can do that.”

Chapter 10 - Radmir

I admit it.

I’m going crazy.

I am one hundred percent going to lose my mind with Jade being around me all the time like this, and the way my body responds to her. It’s becoming nearly impossible to function because I have a permanent fucking hard on and I keep having to leave the room when she walks in.

If I do manage to keep my cock under control and spark up a conversation with her, she gives me the cold shoulder and goes out of her way to pick an argument with me.

I’ve flirted with her, teased her playfully, tried to get on her good side in so many different ways, but nothing seems to be working.

I rub my hands over my face. My hip leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Jade, I didn’t mean it like that,” I sigh in hopeless frustration.

“What? Do you think you’re the boss of me because you tricked me into marrying you?” she hisses, all fired up and full of sass. One hand is resting on her jutted out hip and her brows are raised as she glares at me.Fucking gorgeous.

My cock stirs.

No.

No.

No.

Dammit. Here we go again.

“I can’t do this,” I say loudly, throwing my hands in the air. “Everything I say gets twisted and you take it the wrong way.”

She pulls her mouth up, pouting a little, looking even sexier.

Fuck.

“Jade—“

“Radmir—“ she snaps right back at me, tilting her head to the side. My eyes trace over her gorgeous curves and my cock begins to grow harder.

I have to go, now, before she sees what’s happening.

I turn my back on her and leave her standing in the kitchen, my coffee half made.

I storm out of the kitchen. Angry with myself for being so turned on,all the time, and annoyed with her for constantly pushing me away.

Although at least when she pushes me away it gives me space from her. When she’s tender or lets her guard down, in very rare instances lately, it’s a thousand times worse and I worry that I won’t be able to control myself around her. It teases me enough to know she is still in there, that soft, beautiful heart of hers, but then she’s back to fire and fury and lashing out me.

She’s still pissed about the marriage. She’s made that more than clear enough. But there seems to be something else going on with her, too. I can’t find out because she won’t have a decent, adult conversation with me. She’s too heated the moment I walk into a room.

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