AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Johan and Mo watch me?”
“No.”
Her eyes opened. She stared at him as a tear trickled down her cheek. “Youwatch me?”
He regarded her for a moment before he brushed away her tear. “It’s the only way I can find out what’s going on with you. You won’t take my calls.”
She tried to slip off his lap, but his hands gripped her hips, keeping her in place. She looked away from those probing eyes and saw his laptop on the side table.
“You really loved him, didn’t you?”
Another tear slipped down her cheek. “Yes.”
“He hurt you.”
“I forgave him for that.”
“And he acknowledged you as his own by giving you your inheritance,” he said quietly.
Her mouth trembled and she looked down as more tears cascaded down her cheeks. “I’d give it all up for one more day—no, I need at least a month. I needed more time…” She shook her head and swiped at her eyes. “He left letters for Colette and Ariana. I would rather have a goodbye than the money he left. I don’t understand.”
“No one understood that man.”
She stiffened and dropped her hand to glare at him. “He changed, unlike you! You’re still an ass. You buy a controlling share in Hennessy & Co and then blackmail me—”
His hand slid into her hair and gripped a moment before his mouth landed on hers. She tried to pull away, but he held her still as he ravished her. She wrapped her hand in his suit and twisted it as more tears leaked from her eyes. He gentled the kiss and ran his hand up and down her back before he pulled away. She buried her face on his shoulder as her breath hitched.
“I’m not sorry for blackmailing you because I have you where I want you.”
“I can’t do this,” she said hoarsely.
“You can,” he said as he lifted her.
He walked somewhere, but she didn’t care where. When he set her down, she opened her eyes and found they were in the shower. When he reached for her top, she gave his hand a weak smack, which he ignored. He undressed her and then himself and pushed her under the spray. She hung her head as the warm water washed away her tears. Roth squeezed shampoo into his palm and massaged her aching scalp. She braced her hand on his stomach and felt the muscles bunch beneath her fingers. He was aroused but not acting on it. She watched him from beneath lowered lashes as he lathered up a cloth and began to wipe her down like a car. She pursed her lips to stop them from curving. He was such aguy. He cleaned her the way he did everything—thoroughly. He lifted her breasts to slide the cloth beneath and grabbed her hand and cleaned each finger individually. He continued down her body but paused when he reached her pussy.
“Here,” she said and held out her hand for the washcloth.
“I got it,” he growled. “Spread.”
More out of curiosity than anything else, she did as she was told. He had never bathed her, not even in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. Watching her breakdown today must have made an impact on him.
She expected him to seduce her, but he remained all business even though his jaw was locked. He seemed almost relieved to move onto the rest of her body. She had to brace a hand on his back as he bent over and cleaned the bottom of her feet like horse hooves. She was sad, incredulous, and amused. When he straightened, he pushed her beneath the water again and ran his hands over her to make sure she rinsed off well, even spreading her ass and thighs.
“Do you have OCD?” she asked.
He scowled. “Why do you ask?”
She raised her brows. “No reason.”
He grunted and began to clean himself. “If you’re going to do a task, you should do it right.”
She stood there for a moment, watching water slide over him. His body was far from perfect. There was a large scar on his thigh and others scattered over his arms and back. His body was powerful, but it was nothing compared to his mind, which didn’t work like everyone else’s. He saw opportunity where no one else did and was able to make the impossible happen through sheer force of will.
She watched him soap his penis efficiently before moving on. He acted like his erection was a common occurrence, and it was clear he wasn’t going to jerk off to relieve it. Was it because she was here? She pictured herself kneeling in front of him sucking him off. Warmth spread in her belly, but she turned away. This was a business arrangement, not a romantic affair.
She toweled off before she dressed in comfy, sexless pajamas and went back into the bathroom to begin her nighttime routine.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked.
