Page 84 of Own Me

"Oh!"Ynez feigned a cry of surprise as Massimo suddenly tugged her towards him, and just as she had secretly expected, she ended up falling straight into his lap.

"No more games," the billionaire growled. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you?"

"I really don't remember you..." Her tone was a perfect mixture of evasiveness and breathlessness; it was meant to convey she was trying to hide something while denying her need for him. It was meant to convince him that she knew more than she did, and the billionaire fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.

"Halloween," Massimo supplied thickly as he traced her lips. "You. Me. A funhouse."

"And that's not all, is it?" Ynez made it seem like she knew more even though she was simply fishing for information.

"Another woman then," he acknowledged. "But I never saw her again after that night. Or any other girl for that matter."

"And you expect me to believe you?"

"I don't lie."

Which is a pity, Ynez thought, since she and Massimo would get along so, so much better if he did.

But in the meantime, she would be more than happy to work with what she had, and since they had already talked enough for now—-

Ynez wriggled on his lap and laughed when she felt his cock swell and turn hard as she ended up straddling his thighs. Sex was always the answer to everything, and in other cases, sex was also the key when one didn't want to answer anything.

What followed was the most fantastic sex of her life, but as soon as she got home, Ynez was all business, and she came up with a list of girls that Massimo could've met that night—-and ended up mistaking her for.

Tanya.

Joy.

Greta.

The other girls bore a certain resemblance to her, but none of them had the personality to mesmerize a man like Massimo. And as much as it irked her to admit this, Massimo had told her just enough this afternoon that she knew she wasn't exaggerating things.

Whoever that girl was, she had in fact mesmerized him to the point that the billionaire had obsessively planned this elaborate way of meeting her.

Someone suddenly knocked on her door, and Ynez's lip automatically curled when she saw it was none other than Ysabel, the family's former black sheep, now a no-fun goody-two-shoes who monitored her every move.

"Ynez? Can we talk?"

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Only if you make it quick."

"Last Halloween..."

What the fuck? Why was Ysabel talking about Halloween as well? Was this a coincidence or something...worse?

"I saw you at the Marchettis' annual event. When you weren't supposed to be even in town."

It was her,Ynez realized with shock. Her own fucking sister...was the girl Massimo had met that night.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

The thought had her shoving Ysabel out of her room, and she didn't give a damn when her older sister looked at her in hurt surprise. "I just want to talk—-"

"I'm not in the mood right now," she snapped, "so will you just get out?"

As soon as Ynez slammed the door in Ysabel's face, she threw herself on her bed and screamed into her pillow.Ysabel! Why the fuck did it have to be her sister? Her goddamn sister, who was so much like their dad—-but still ended up stealing everyone and everything Ynez wanted in life?

Rage had her sitting up, and Ynez spent the rest of the night plotting two things: making Massimo hers...and ruining Ysabel's life in every way she could.

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