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“We’re not getting pets.” Blake laughed.
“What if I want a kitten?” She pouted. “A cute little snuggly kitten.”
“That watches me fuck you and sleeps between us? Manipulates us into being its little slaves? Firm no.”
Bella giggled. “I think we need a cat.”
“I think you need to come here,” Blake said, stalking across the room toward her.
God, he was handsome.
Dressed in a pair of well-worn Tom Ford jeans and an eighties rock T-shirt, she’d tried really hard not to notice how it stretched across his muscular shoulders and emphasized his well-defined biceps all day.
But damn.
“Like what you see?” he asked, tugging her hips against him.
Hello erection.
She couldn’t imagine doing this with any other man now. Not Tom or Alex or Tyrell.
Not even Cain. Then again, that’s because he broke her heart.
Bella ran her hands across Blake’s shoulders and down his arms, enjoying his solid, strong body. She felt a confidence she’d never had before. Was it because they were engaged? Even if it wasn’t exactly real.
They were living together now.
They were sleeping together.
Some of it was real.
“I do. I’m going to be the envy of a lot of women,” Bella said.
It was her one concern. That once they were married and the reality of what they’d done kicked in, Blake would realize his attraction to her wasn’t going to last two long years. Then he would start sleeping with other women.
The contract said they couldn’t have open affairs. The marriage needed to appear to be real for the two-year period to ensure her shares remained secure.
The penalty was harsh if he breached that clause. For both of them.
She could lose her shares and majority shares.
Blake, if news of his affair hit any news media, regardless of the consequences to her, wouldn’t get the second half of the shares offered. The first he would get up front.
But the way he was looking at her, like a tiger stalking its prey, like a man in complete and utter lust over a woman he desired, Bella had to wonder if this could ever die.
She knew lust did.
Despite her inexperience, her mom had told her many things. Trust love. Don’t trust lust.
So what were the shadows in Blake's eyes that screamed possession, despite the faux nature of their relationship?
It was confusing.
It was misleading.
It taunted her.
“Those women aren’t here right now, and they aren’t about to join me in the shower,” Blake said, suddenly lifting her off her feet.
