Page 32 of Resisting Mr. Rich


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She folds her arms, and I fail to stop my eyes dropping to her breasts for a split second. Now that I’ve seen them, it’s virtually impossible not to notice the way they’re straining beneath the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Thankfully, Maddy’s too busy going batshit crazy to notice my slip up.

“You finally translated it, then?”

“God, I want to slap that smirk off your face.” She stomps her foot on the floor, her hands in fists by her side.

“You actually just stomped like a kid having a tantrum,” I say, raising my brows.

Wrong fucking thing to say.

Maddy’s eyes widen until there’s enough white on show to make her look like she’s also about to blow steam from her ears.

“Since when did you deem it acceptable for me to be walking around Italy saying the words, ‘Your dick is exquisite, Pleasure Prince?’ There could have been kids around.”

“I thought you’d have a translation app. I expected it to last until you checked into your room, no longer.” I give her a genuine smile.

“Don’t give me that. You could have told me. You let me say it in the elevator with that sweet old couple, and that crowded staircase in the Vatican, and…” Her eyes widen further, and she picks up the slipper from the floor and starts beating my abs with it. “And at Trent Forde’s meeting. You asshole.”

I jump side to side as she lands smack after smack to my skin. They don’t hurt, but then one lands low and catches me on the dick.

“Fuck,” I hiss, covering myself with both hands to prevent any more rogue shots.

She hits me a few more times and then stops, her shoulders rising and falling as she pants.

“Even if you were the last man on earth, Logan Rich, I wouldn’t have sex with you. Whether you consider yourself to be a Prince of pleasure, or not. More like a Prince of how to make a girl want to sew up her vagina.”

“That sounds painful.” My eyes drop to her tiny shorts, and her hand holding the slippers twitches. “Okay, I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

“Not good enough.” She looks at me with disgust. “You’re the biggest jerk I’ve ever met, you know that?”

“It was a joke, Mads. I’m sorry.” I grit my teeth as she gives me another look of utter contempt that makes my skin crawl. Fire ignites low in my gut and heat floods my veins as she continues to look at me like I’m the biggest asshole in the world. “It was only a joke.”

“Yeah? Everything’s a joke to you, isn’t it, Logan? And anything that’s serious, you can just throw money at it to make the problem go away.”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean? It was a joke, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t think you’d be so upset. It was a mistake; I can see that now. Hardly the worst one I’ve ever made, though.”

Her lips curl down. “You can say that again.”

“What the fuck’s gotten into you? I said I’m sorry.”

“You know what? Next time you think I’m drowning… Let me.” She spins and storms for the doorway, shouting over her shoulder, “I’d rather die than be naked near you again.”

“You know what?” I call after her as she strides into the hallway.

“I don’t care what you’re going to say,” she yells back.

“Well, I’m going to say it anyway.” I cross the room and stare at her retreating back. She holds her hand above her shoulder and gives me the middle finger. “Yeah, real mature. But you know what?” I’m yelling now too, blood pounding inside my skull. “If we fucked, you’d realize those little twitches you’ve felt didn’t even come close. You’d realize you’d never fucking come before until you had an orgasm that I gave you… With my fingers… My tongue… Mycock.” I’m on a roll. A herd of wild bulls couldn’t stop me from this train wreck now.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Maddy snaps without breaking stride, still not turning around.

“I’d make you fucking scream louder than Frederica!”

She slams to a halt, then twists, looking like a woman possessed as she moves closer and screams, “I hate you. Do you know that? Ireally fuckinghate you! I always have.”

Then she hurls both slippers at me.

I walk back into my room, pinching my nose to stop the bleeding. Stupid fucking slippers and their hard soles. She probably expected me to move out the way fast enough. Then again, she said she hates me, so maybe she was aiming for an artery. Either could be true.

She hates me.

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