Page 67 of The Kiss that Captured a Billionaire

Theo was still apologizing.

“You can finish apologizing when you get home,” she said. “Right now I need to bleach the bathroom and change the sheets, because I am not bathing or sleeping in either until they’ve been sanitized.”

“I’ll have housekeeping take care of it,” Theo said instantly. “Why don’t you come to my office? We’ll go out for dinner. Somewhere cozy, romantic, just the two of us.”

“Not dressy?” she asked hopefully.

He laughed. “Not dressy. I know the perfect place. A driver will pick you up in twenty minutes.”

“Thank you,” she replied.

She hung up and walked to the window.

Athens sprawled beneath her in a breathtaking patchwork of light and shadow, ancient and modern colliding at every turn.

For a moment, she let herself imagine the quiet life she’d left behind—the one without strangers in bathtubs or cameras flashing in her face.

But then she remembered how empty it had been before Theo.

There was no way she was ready to give that up.

Theo’s jaw tightened as he ended the call from security confirming Gina Rossi had been escorted out of his building.

He could still feel a low burn of anger in his chest.

Immature. Impulsive. Self-centered. Gina had always been all of those things. But this—breaking into his private residence and pulling a stunt like this—was something else entirely.

It wasn’t just the invasion of his space. She had tried to damage what he had with Rose. And that… that was unforgivable.

His phone lit up with Gina’s name.

For a moment, his thumb hovered over the Decline button. But no—he wanted her to know she’d crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

“What do you want, Gina?” His voice was flat, controlled.

Her tone was breathless, almost childlike. “Please, Theo, don’t tell my father. I wasn’t thinking?—”

“That much is clear.”

“I just—” She faltered, then blurted, “I saw the photos of you and her in the tabloids. I was jealous. I thought…”

“You thought wrong.” His voice cut like glass. “And don’t bother reminding me of some imaginary marriage arrangement between you and my brother. That never happened, and even if it had, it’s irrelevant.”

She tried to protest, but he’d had enough.

“If you don’t stay away from me—and from Rose—your father knowing about your behavior will be the least of your worries. Am I clear?”

There was a small, sulky pause. “…Yes.”

The moment he ended the call, his phone lit up again.

He groaned. Allegra Rossi.

For a second, he contemplated ignoring her too. But if Allegra was calling, it was because Gina had already run crying to her sister. He might as well deal with it now.

“Allegra,” he said, keeping his tone polite but clipped. “What do you need?”

“Welcome home,” she began carefully. “I… I just spoke to Gina. She told me what happened.”