Page 39 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife

Besides, she doesn’t mean anything to me. She is merely a pawn in the larger game I have going on.

Which means I need her to survive and get through what has taken place... and everything that is going to be hurled her way.

Why does it matter to me that she survives as unscathed as possible? That she come out stronger, able to take on the world.

Why do I want to go to her and draw her into my arms? Soothe her hurt until she smiles again? Why, when she means nothing?

I close in on her. A gust of wind blows toward me. The scent of her—cherries and caramel laced with cut grass—envelops me. My dick twitches. What the bloody hell? So, some part of me finds her interesting. Sure, given half a chance, I’d shag her. I’d do the same to half the willing females that come my way. Except I haven’t.

I had had a woman on her knees, in front of me, face in my crotch, in the process of sucking me off and I had walked away. In search of her? Only because I need her to return. I can’t lose her, not after having come this far. She plays an important role in my plan for revenge, except she isn't aware of it. Something I plan to rectify at the right time… just not yet. I pause next to her. She stiffens; her fingers tug at the grass, pulling away handfuls.

"Done sulking?"

She doesn’t give any sign of having heard me.

"Didn’t take you for the jealous kind."

Her shoulders draw back.

"Did you want to be in her place, taking my dick into your mouth, hmm?"

Her head comes up.

"If you ask me nicely, I might fuck your mouth."

She springs up to her feet. Her cheeks are pale, her eyes like glowing emerald orbs. Whoa, stop right there. You don’t find her beautiful, remember? She closes the distance between us, and my groin tightens.

She stabs a finger in my direction, and I have this insane need to bend my head and suck on that digit; though that would be a poor imitation of what I’ve wanted to do to her pussy since the second I’d laid eyes on her. Screw that.

I bare my teeth, angle my head, "Go on then, spit it out, Sweetheart."

"You have a nerve."

I scratch my chin.

"You staged that entire thing for me."

"Oh?" I pretend to yawn, pat my mouth with four fingers.

"You knew I was on my way, and you set it up, including keeping the door unlocked so I could walk in and find you."

"Why?"

She frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Why would I do that, Bird? Why would I go to such elaborate lengths to stage that entire little charade?"

"Because you are some kind of kinky flasher? You enjoy showing off your cock?"

"Wanna touch it?"

Her cheeks flush. "Ego much?"

"I might let you blow me off, if you ask nicely."

"OMG!" She throws her hands up, "you are... are..."

"Irresistible?"