Page 50 of Sweet Surrender
Even though Nash had violated me while I was unable to doanything about it, guilt washed through me at my accusation. The honest answer was no, there was no ache between my legs to indicate he’d spent the night buried deep inside me, and at that realization, guilt turned to disappointment.
Christ, there reallywassomething wrong with me.
My cheeks heated, and unable to look at him, I tore mygaze away and wrapped my robe around myself, folding my arms around my stomach to keep it from opening again.
Nash roughly gripped my chin, turning my head to make me look athim, a smug smirk now pulling at his mouth.
“That’s what I thought.” He paused as he moved his face closer, hislips mere inches away from mine making my breath catch in my throat. “Let me make one thing clear, sweet wife. When I eventually fuck you, it’ll be when you are wide awake so you can feel every inch of me. I want you conscious so you can scream my name when I make you come, and I want you wide awake so you know who caused the ache between your legs.”
His eyes dropped to my parted mouth, and my heart began to thud inmy chest. The last thing I wanted was for Nash to kiss me, yet every part of me silently begged him to.
After a few seconds, he let go of my chin, chuckling as he took a stepback, and as he did, my lungs remembered how to work.
Shame my mouth didn’t remember how to function though. Curses andinsults were lodged in my throat, refusing to come out because all I could think about now was what it would feel like if Nash were to fuck me.
“We’ve got a busy day ahead of us, so if I were you, I suggest you goand shower,” he said, returning to his desk and opening his laptop before pausing to look back at me. “Unless of course, you want to spend the day covered in my come?”
News had broken that America’s most eligible bachelor was no longeron the market. Whispers and curious stares followed us as Nash paraded me around at the pre-opening party at Onyx, his and Fox’s newest casino which was due to open ina month.
I was doing my best to ignore Nash, but it was damn hard with theamount of people gushing about how happy they were for us, and how they wished us a happy life together. My cheeks ached from the fake smile I’d been wearing for the last two hours.
If only they knew the truth; that I was still pissed at him for druggingme, and all through my Hollywood wax, I spent the entire time cursing him internally and thinking about all the ways I was going to instigate my plan to end this sham of a marriage.
It was simple. I needed to get Nash to hate me. Why would hewant to stay married to a woman he hated?
It was by no means a foolproof plan, but it was all I had, and I wasgoing to make damn sure I dideverythingin my power to make Nash hate me.
And there was no better time than right then to instigate my plan, starting with embarrassing him at this event, where journalists from all over the globe were in attendance to see the new Carson-Fox casino.
But it was easier said than done. Despite thinking Nash was thebiggest prick going, I couldn’t help but admire him. Not just with how damn hot he looked in his tux, but with the way he conducted himself when giving interviews about the casino.
He was charming, but not arrogant. Funny, but not offensive. Flirty,but not lecherous.He had women, and men, for that matter, eating out of the palm of his hand.
Whenever he was questioned about me and our sudden wedding, he would turn to look at me with dreamy eyes, and harp on about how I’d changed his life, and he was the happiest man in the world.
It was ridiculous, yet I found myself hanging onto his every word.
Worse than that though, was how every so often, a woman wouldapproach Nash, and act like I wasn’t there, even though he hadn’t let me leave his side since we’d arrived.
The women, all of whom were gorgeous and stick thin, would battheir lashes at him, and giggle like a teenage girl if he said something funny, and a streak of jealousy would rush through me. My entire body would tense up, including my hand. Of course, Nash noticed owing to the satisfied grin he kept throwing my way.
I did my best to ignore the jealousy, but as the champagne continuedto flow, jealousy turned to anger. But anger was good. Anger reminded me of my game plan, and there was no time like the present to implement it.
For the past few minutes, Nash had been talking to a journalist who’dintroduced herself to me as Marie Gordan. She’d given me an expectant look as if I should have known exactly who she was, but I didn’t have the first clue.
Nash was familiar with her though, they addressed each other bytheir first names, and she kept stroking a hand down his arm, pissing me off every time she did it.
I briefly wondered if he’d slept with her, but I quickly shut the thoughtdown. It didn’t matter if he had, or if he did in the future, it was none of my concern.
At least, I tried to shut the thought down, but as they continuedtalking, and she continued her brazen flirting, ignoring me standing next to him with my hand in his, the jealousy churning in my body grew to epic proportions.
“I have to say, Nash, I didn’t expect you to settle down. It all seemslike such a whirlwind,” she said, with fake sincerity in her voice. “Tell me how it happened so fast, and can we expect another announcement soon?”
Her gaze finally fell to me, only it dropped down to my belly beforecoming back to meet my eyes, a perfectly sculpted brow raised in question.
Holy shit. Did she think we’d had a shotgun wedding because I wascarrying Nash’s baby?
Also, how fucking rude.
