If I could take back words and give her some context, I would.Emily doesn’t know my past.She doesn’t understand what we all experienced losing Jack.
But I have a feeling shedoesknow that if I were to choose a wife, it’s unlikely to be a young girl from London with no career prospects or position in society.
“Well, Mr.Remington”—her mouth sets in a hard line and she tugs out of my arms—“you play the part well.”
Shit.
Emily strides across the room and picks up her bags, then heads to the elevator.
“Fortunately, you’re nearly rid of me, so let’s get this over with.”She barely glances at me when she adds, “Boss.”
I’ve offended her and deserve every word.
I grab my things and join her in the elevator when it opens, letting her cool off.Emily isn’t someone to hold a grudge, and there’s nothing I can do to change our situation.
You play the part well.
Thing is, I don’t know if I am playing a part.I know I do it in public, but at home I’ve been open about how much I desire her.
You could have fucked her and let her sleep in the guest room.
No.My internal response is sharp and immediate.I can’t imagine Emily anywhere but in my bed every night.
That’s a problem.
As we climb into the back of the SUV, I greet my team and take her hand.
She glances away.
My gaze dips to the ring on her finger and I nudge it with my own, liking how it claims her so no one will go near her.
Fuck.These reactions will need to be worked through when I let her go.
Because she’s not mine.
I will never marry.
I look out the window as we drive the short distance to the Remington Obsidian offices, feeling a tightening in my chest.I recall one of our nights together and how Emily insisted she teach me how to play a card game, which, even now, the name escapes me.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa, looking cute and sexy.After three hands I got the gist and beat her.
“What?!”she cried.“No, you cheated.”
As she reached over to grab my cards, I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her.
Panting and clutching my arms, she smiled.“I like this game better.”
“Because this way we both win.”I grinned.
Then I tugged her horrible leggings off, my own sweatpants down, and lowered her onto my cock.Lifting her top, I suckled on her nipple while she rode me like a little cowgirl.
Watching her come while she looked at me like I was her king did something to me.I can’t stop thinking about it and I hate that she’s upset.
When Josh and Tony exit the vehicle, I squeeze her hand.“Emily.”
She turns and those wild blue eyes are full of hurt.“It’s fine.I know the drill.”
What can I say?There isn’t anything I can do to change this.I refuse to lie to her and promise something I can’t keep.
