Billionaire's Marriage Deal

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rm. The imprint of Jonathan's anger. I had been holding it together all night, keeping the te

t I couldn't quite control-anger, sadness, frustration. How did I get here? How does one's

t I'd let him get to me this way. I wasn't supposed to feel anything for him. This was all supposed to be transactional, a mea

nathan come in. He was standing there, leaning against the doorframe-a glass of wine he

e once cold and distant now zeroed in on the bruise on my arm. His expression d

r with every step, the manner of his movements quickened my pulse; movin

in contact with the bruise, and his touch was gentler than expected. A momen

bend forward and laid his s

believed he was capable of. When he drew back, his eyes met mine and for the first time, I saw someth

nches from mine, before, wi

t his hands glide around my waist, pulling me close as if he

, but he was hard, so heavy against me, the weight of him leaning

ng at the base of my ribcage, my mind flying out of control. I knew he was drunk, I knew this wasn't right, y

warm breath dancing across my

hands roamed, claiming me in a way that said he wasn't asking anymore. And for on

ity snapped b

red again, much firmer, and

thing ragged. The air between us grew heavy, a tangled mess of anger and desire and something I couldn

couldn't give it to

I breathed, my voi

storm brewing behind his eyes. Then, in slow motion, he released me, pulling back. Th

don't understand, Chloe," he said, his voice thick with something so

encounter. "Then show me," I whispered. "Show me who y

long, heavy moment before turning and walking out of th

sure if I wanted to know the man behind the cold. Because wha