Page 120 of The Billionaire's Baby
"If you think I’m going to give you—"
She stares at me.
I glare back.
She purses her lips, and fuck me, but she has me where it hurts the most. If I stop her, then clearly, I don’t have a chance of winning her over. If I let her go—?Not happening, but I have to, at least, comply with her wishes—or be seen to. It’s the only way I stand a chance of showing that I am serious about winning her back. Winning her back? This woman has me by the balls. Does she even realize it?
She tilts her head.
I dig the keys out of my pocket and place them in her palm. Before she can pull her hand away, I’ve gripped her wrist and hauled her to me. I lower my head and press my lips to hers.
She stays unmoving in my embrace and I deepen the pressure of my mouth on hers. I tilt my head, nibble on her lower lip. She sighs, then melts against me. She opens her mouth and I sweep my tongue in between her lips. I bend her over, kiss her, suck on her tongue and—
Pain explodes between my legs.
"What the—" I release her, stagger back. "Did you knee me?" I growl.
She squares her shoulders. "Bye, Mr. Beauchamp. Don’t bother coming to grovel; I am not going to give in to you anytime soon."
I straighten, track her as she marches over to my car. The lights flash as she unlocks the car. She pulls open the car door, then turns to face me, "By the way, I’ll be billing you for the time we spent together."
She slams the door shut.
Wait, what?I stalk toward the vehicle, when she turns the car around and drives off.
I stare after her. I can’t believe she just did that. Left me, literally, eating her dust and driven off. More to the point, I can’t believe I allowed her to do that.
"Arpad," Niko calls out, "you’d better come inside. Gregory needs a word with you."
Of course, he does. I pivot and march up the steps. I brush past my one-time friend and now collaborator, then march inside the house.
I stalk into the room, drop into the chair vacated by her. The warmth of her body clings to the chair; the soft feminine scent of her clings to my nostrils. Jesus, fuck, why the hell can’t I get her out of my mind?
"Karina."
I raise my head, stare at her father, "What about her?"
"You’re going to marry her."
"I am."
Niko bursts out laughing and I stare at him. "What’s so funny?"
"You are."
"Explain your motherfucking self."
"My sister just walked out on you, left you in a cloud of dust, and you think you’re going to convince her to marry you?"
"Consider it done," I snap with more confidence than I feel.
Ivan snorts from his position near the door. Niko and Roman chuckle at me.
"Still don’t see what’s funny."
"You are." Gregory’s eyes twinkle for a second. "My daughter is stubborn."
"Tell me something I don’t know."
