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“I already told you I am not interested.”

“You can’t pay off one hundred thousand dollars in a week, and no one is going to lend you that kind of money.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But I do.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because I forbade it.” She instantly puts her fork down.

“You are an asshole. I’m not going to put up with your bullshit.” She stands, “I would like to go home now.” She crosses her arms.

“Sit.”

“I’m not going to do what you want. You aren’t my father or my boss.” She snarls. I want to bend her over on this table and show her I am the boss. I am in control.

“I won’t ask again.” I push my chair back. She looks at me in defiance. Like she isn’t afraid of me. “Baby girl, I won’t ask again. Sit.”

“I told you not to call me that.” She walks to exit the dining room. But I am faster than her. I pin her to the wall.

Chapter Ten

Ava

I don’t see it coming. That is my constant issue. I never see it coming. His scent brings images of last night. I feel how hard he is. His face inches from mine. We are sharing the same breath. He is intoxicating. There is heat coursing through my body. I want to feel his lips on mine again. I want him.

“Let go of me.” I try to push him, but his hold tightens. My arms are pinned above my head.

“It’s a good proposition.” He whispers in my ear. The heat of his breath makes me shiver.

“I’m…” his tongue licks my neck, softly biting wherever he leaves a trace. I’m trying to find my voice. No words come.

“Are you going to let me explain the proposition, or are you going to fight me the entire time?” I don’t want him to stop. In his arms, my body comes alive. What is wrong with me? I can’t let him manipulate me. I need my head clear.

“Fine. Let me go.”

“Is that what you really want?” There is wickedness to his voice.

“Yes.” He chuckles and lets me go. I take a deep breath.

“Talk. I need to leave.” I look at my watch. I wasn’t lying when I said I have to work. I’m cutting it close. I can’t afford to lose this job.

“As I said last night. Two thousand dollars for every week you stay with me. You won’t have to worry about paying the hundred thousand next week.”

“Why would you do that for me? Why do you want to help me? You don’t even know me.” He leads us to the chairs.

“I know enough. I don’t need the drama a woman brings with a relationship. I need someone who will follow my orders. Someone who has something to gain by going along with the pretense of marrying me.”

“I don’t get it. You are Viktor Manarch. You can have any woman.”

“I need someone who is going to play the part dutifully. I don’t have time or patience to deal with emotions. I don’t do love, nor am I interested in marrying.” After Nathan, I’m not sure if I want anything to do with love myself.

“What does this entail exactly?”

“No one will know about our arrangement. Just you and me. You will move into this house. You won’t work. Your only job will be to do whatever I need you to.”

“I can’t quit my jobs. I need the money.”

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