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“I don’t date.”
The one thing about my butterfly is she couldn’t hide her emotions, not around me. The anger on her face? Exactly everything I loved about her. The fire in her soul.
“Let’s circle back to that, yes? You said you’d marry me.”
Her eyes were still narrowed, her hands still on those hips that I’d held so many times while she took everything I gave her. Why did I like pissing her off so much?
“I was about to marry this guy all because his family had money, so why not you? You have money, don’t you, Romy-poo?”
Fucking hell.
“Enough with that fucking nickname, princess.”
“Hmph. I like the nickname. It fits a man who just completely ghosted me, don’t you think?”
She stomped her foot, but it wasn’t much of a statement on the carpeted floor.
“What the hell is going on here? When my father finds out about this,” said Reginald.
I turned to him.
“Yes, wait until Daddy finds out you fucked up everything because you hit a woman. He’s going to be very happy when he realizes some asshole bought out all the other investors. That leaves him and his numb nut son wondering where they sit in recent developments.”
I didn’t miss Parks clearing his throat, so I met his gaze instead of turning back to my recently betrothed.
“Don’t pretend like you had no idea someone was buying out all the investors. Surprise. And,” I said, turning back to Emilee. Lord help me, I wanted to be the calm, vicious CEO that the public saw, but my hand fucking shook as I pointed at the woman that had turned my fucking world upside down.
“I didn’t fucking ghost you. You accuse me of using you and then you fucking run off in the middle of a drug war. Tell me, princess,” I paused and grabbed her throat just hard enough to keep her head turned to me.
“Roman,” Parks warned.
I ignored the bastard. I could feel every beat of her heart under my hand as I held her in my grip. Her eyes sparkled and she smirked at me.
“Tell you what, Romy-poo?”
It didn’t matter if I narrowed my eyes. She was going to challenge me no matter who looked like the scarier asshole in the room.
“You are fucking crazy, Emilee.”
That little smirk morphed into her little smile. It was that smile that I realize meant she was about to do something dumb or fucking crazy.
Her hand snaked down and ran along my cock.
“Oh, Romy-poo. How about you tell me how you could let something so little chase you away from something you want? Because,” she licked her bottom lip and I swear to God I was hard in seconds and our fucking audience was pissing me off.
“You don’t have to like me to know you want me.”
Like her?
“Butterfly, I think we passed if I like you or not. You fucking need me.”
I loosened my hold on her neck, and I wasn’t positive, but the crazy swirling in her eyes almost seemed to dim, like I’d just disappointed her.
“Parks? Do I need him?”
I let her slip away from me as she stepped around. The dress made a swishing sound as she approached the fucking Sterling kid who I was going to make my next therapy session. By therapy I meant punching bag.
“We need their family. Probably.”
