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Jacob blinks, clearing his throat before smiling affably at Noel, past me.
“Ah, Mr. Ransom, I was just telling Ella—”
“My wife.”
Jacob only barely falters before that charming grin pushes past it.
“Of course, Mr. Ransom. Your wife. I was telling her how eager we all are to have her at Charm, Ink.”
Noel’s hand slides around my side, making me shiver as he grips my hip possessively.
“I’m sure.”
He turns to me, all but turning his back to Jacob as he moves between us. His golden gaze stabs into me, turning my legs to liquid.
“We’re leaving,” he growls. “Right now.”
I barely have time to turn to Jacob and smile, blurting a quick “great to see you” and something probably unintelligible about being excited for our upcoming meeting, before Noel’s dragged me away.
But we don’t go back inside. He pulls me after him, down a set of stone steps leading down from the veranda out into the gardens of the estate. I mutter at him, trying to yank my arm from his grip as we storm around the side of the ivy-covered stone mansion.
“What the fuck was that?” I snap.
Noel growls, stopping in his tracks and whirling back to me. I gasp as he backs me against the wall of a side building—all glass, brick, black iron, and shrouding ivy.
“I reached a deal with the man I was there to reach a deal with. So that was us, leaving,” he grunts.
I sneer at him.
“Which, coincidentally happened to be exactly when I was speaking to Jacob Prince?”
His eyes narrow dangerously, igniting something in me.
“I told you quite plainly to stay away from—”
“He’s not Oliver, Noel,” I snap “And that was so fucking unprofessional and made me look stupid.”
“Is this you just acting like a brat because you need to come?”
My face pulses with throbbing heat. My core clenches, wet need pooling between my thighs.
“Youarrogant—”
“Jacob will deal—”
“I’m not your fucking trophy wife!” I yell, shoving at his chest. “And Ineedto make something for myself. That job with his media company is an amazing opportunity for me and my career.”
“The job is an amazing opportunity for Jacob fucking Prince to keep you under Oliver’s watchful—”
“Oh myGod, do you even hear yourself—”
“And an opportunity for that smug little fuck to try and vainly get into your panties.”
I stare at him, my lips curling into a sneer.
“Wow. Possessive much—”
“Yes.”
