Page 56 of Dating the Billionaire

“I was going to tell you,” she insisted. “I intended to tell you everything the second time I met you in Milan. Then there was the fashion show. So I decided to do it in Paris. I really did. But...”

He shrugged. “I don’t remember you wanting to talk at all. Why didn’t you tell me the truth then?” he asked as anger surged through him again. What had she been after—money? Or just sex? “Why?”

“Because I didn’t think you would understand.”

“You were right,” he confirmed for her. Even if she’d told him then, he would have been angry. Hurt. Deceived...

“And I didn’t want this to end,” she continued. “That why I couldn’t bring myself to confess.”

He expelled a ragged breath. “But because you weren’t honest with me, it never really started. Whatever we had—it was never real. It was all just a lie.”

She shook her head. “That’s not true and you know it. What we have—this passion...”

“Is just attraction,” he said. “We don’t have true intimacy—because you only have true intimacy with true honesty. I don’t think you even know what that is.”

She expelled a sharp breath of her own, as if he’d struck her. “You can’t say that. You don’t know me.”

“And whose fault is that?” he asked. He forced himself to look away from her—to break the connection between them—because no matter what he’d said, he knew they had one. A powerful one...

Maybe too powerful.

So he made himself walk away. He had to. For his protection.

He couldn’t listen to her explanation. Not now, maybe not ever.

Because he would never trust that she was telling him the truth. He would never trust her, and without trust, they had no future together.