Page 29 of Sweetest Revenge

“No, but he just…”

“What?” I asked when she trailed off.

She didn’t meet my eyes this time, her gaze focused on my back.

“He just looks like he wants to eat you, that’s all. Devour you whole and spit you out or something like that.”

I bet he did. He hated me just as much as I hated him. The two of us couldn’t even be in the same room alone without at least one of us wanting to murder the other.

“And what do you see when I look at him?” I asked, meeting her gaze when she peeked back up at me in the mirror.

“Fear.”

I pushed out of the changing room after Violet had excused herself.

Warren was sitting on the couch, a coffee in hand. One quick look at the table showed that he was on his third cup.

He turned to me, his eyes widening when he saw what I was wearing, and then immediately ran down my body, taking in every inch of me. His gaze heated in a way that caused me to shiver.

He just looks like he wants to eat you.

Need was not what I expected to see in his stare, even after what happened the night before. I hadn’t been able to see the look on his face when he came or how he’d felt making me bend to his will.

But as I stood in front of him, waiting for his praise, I knew what I felt like.

The same way as when I was on my knees for him. The need to get his approval was stifling… and downright embarrassing.

But Violet was wrong. I wasn’t afraid of Warren King.

I rolled my shoulders and looked down at him.

“So?” I asked and even did a little turn for him. The same one I had done at the auction.

He got up with a huff and made his way toward the exit. Violet was there already, waiting for us, a smile on her face.

“We’ll take it,” he answered, and without another word, left. I followed him, pausing next to Violet.

Her gaze shot to mine, and she gave me a thumbs up.

“That’s one of our most expensive pieces,” she whispered.

More panic raced through me. My heart was pounding. My palms became sweaty.

“How much?” I asked hesitantly.

“The price of a small house. Half a million.”

My mouth went dry.

There is no way… This would pay all my mom’s bills.

On top of that, I couldn’t possibly feel comfortable wearing something so expensive for fear I’d ruin it.

“You can always return it after the event,” she whispered, seeing my face. Her hand was on my arm, guiding me to the checkout where Warren was waiting with an indifferent look.

He was holding the price tag between his fingers, but his face gave no indication that money was an issue.

“Let’s not get this,” I said in a low voice as I reached him. “Please.”

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