Page 27 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Do it and you lose this account, and your home. You and your sister will be on the streets."
I pause, "You wouldn’t."
He raises an eyebrow. Of course, the asshole would go all out to destroy me.
Then another thought strikes me, "You already knew?"
He leans back, straightens the cuff of his jacket. "You don’t think I’d let you walk in here without running preliminary checks on you?"
"You had me investigated?" My gut churns. The thought of this man searching out the nooks and crannies of my life? My butt throbs. Every fingerprint of his seems to be etched into my arse.
I clamber off the table, glad to put the width of the barrier between us.
"Didn’t take too long, by the way." He straightens, his tone already preoccupied. No doubt he’s moved on to other things already. He’s dismissed me in his mind. Me and my petty little life. I am inconsequential, not even a blip on the expanse of his beautiful life. I hate him… No, loathe him.
I am going to find a way to avenge this humiliation.
Ensure that he feels as helpless as I do in this moment. I smooth my skirt down my hips, then square my shoulders.
"Good-bye, little Bird." He pivots, struts to the door.
His large body cuts out the sight of the doors. That’s how massive he is. Slim waist, jacket stretched across a firm butt. Powerful thighs that ripple with each step he takes away from me. More wetness pools between my thighs. It's not fair that the devil has such an irresistible body.
If he leaves, I can forget about my fledgling business, or paying next month's rent... And if Karma's condition were to flare up..? No, she is stable. That's what her last examination showed, but I have to be prepared for the worst. I can't afford to be selfish anymore..
"Wait."
He continues walking.
"I’ll do it."
He reaches the door, "Tonight. 8 pm. I'll send my chauffeur to pick you up"
"I can’t drop everything…"
"Don’t tempt me to change my mind."
Hate him. Hate him. Hate him.I press my lips together, hold up my middle finger, then for good measure stick out my tongue at his back. Childish, but what he’s done to me, how he’s coerced me into this situation, is nothing short of crazy; like, completely out of this world, unbelievable.
"Why are you doing this? This entire set up... It's too elaborate, smacks of desperation."
He pauses at the threshold.
"What is it you really want from me, Sinclair?"
He draws himself up to his full height, "I'll tell you when the time is right."
My heart begins to thud. OMG... that... didn't sound ominous. Not at all. The hell is he hiding from me? I bite down on my lower lip. Not yet. Now is not the time to throw more questions at him. I can play his game. If he can bide his time, so can I.
"Oh, and Bird? That spanking today, was nothing." He pushes open the door, holds it open for a beat, "Next time, your rudeness won’t go unpunished."
