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Slowly and reluctantly, the billionaire said, “I’m twenty-three.”

And that was when the penny dropped.










Chapter Three

Sergei and Fredericka

Sergei waited in thebedroom for several minutes, allowing Fredericka some time and space. She obviously needed it, with the way she had whitened upon learning his age and the way she had walked out of the room like a zombie.

When he finally joined her outside, it was to see her making herself a second cup of coffee, her movements lethargic.

He took the seat next to Fredericka again, waiting for her to speak, but she only continued sipping her coffee, her gaze blank.

Sergei bit back a hiss of impatience. Why the hell was she making such a big deal over their age gap? It was a measly six years, and it wasn’t like he was underage.

When Fredericka finally looked at him, Sergei thought,Finally.She had finally gotten her senses back—-

“It’s not going to work.”

He scowled. Clearly, she wasstillinsane.

“Because you’re six years older?” The way she cringed at his words was answer enough, and he gazed at her in patent disbelief. “You must be joking.”

“This isn’t a joking matter for me.” Fredericka’s voice was thin.

“Then it should be,” Sergei snapped. “I’m23,not thirteen—-”

“Even so—-”

“Being older than me doesn’t make you wealthier or more experienced than I am.” His voice turned sarcastic. “Or are you saying you’re either?”

Even as Fredericka felt herself flushing at the truth in his words, she insisted, “It just won’t work.”

“Bullshit.” His gaze captured hers. “You want me. You know you do.”

She forced herself not to look away even as his dark, possessive stare had her body trembling at the sudden, vivid memory of how his touch felt.

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