“I’m tied to you by my father’s debt?”
I tilt my head left to right. “Something like that.”
She stares at me in shock.
“No. No way.” She shakes her head. “Nope. Not happening. We are never ever entering into holy matrimony. Not in this lifetime. Not in the next.”
Let me break it down for you, sweetheart.“I’ll be sinking in two hundred million dollars in exchange for your agreement to become my wife for three-hundred-sixty-five days.”
Her jaw drops.
“Daddy sold me?”
“He did what he had to do.”
Silence surrounds us.
Myriad emotions flash in her green eyes.
I don’t know her well enough to decipher them all, but what I see reflecting from her gaze indicates I’m her least favorite person on the planet right now.
I don’t rush her.
I give her time to process everything.
Once she accepts her new reality, we can figure out the next steps.
“Let go of my arm,” she says.
Not the reaction I expected.
“I said, let go of my arm.” Her tone is slicing.
I do.
Her green eyes snap up at me in rebellion. “This meeting is adjourned.”
My eyebrows shoot to my forehead. “Are you kidding me?”
She squares her shoulders. “Do I look like I’m fucking kidding?” Without waiting for an answer, she turns on her heel.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m sure you’re pulling a fast one on me. My father would never sell the Villiers Grand. Never. He’d die before he ever let that happen. And, if he were in any kind of financial trouble, hewould’ve told me about it.” Michaela throws her parting words over her shoulder, still striding towards the door. “I wouldn’t have to hear it from you—a complete stranger.” She comes to an abrupt stop and turns around to face me. “I’m sure you make it a sport to step all over the little guy, Mr. King Kong Tycoon.”
King Kong Tycoon?
“But we’re not going down without a fight. I don’t know what kind of fucked up, twisted, and pathetic mind game you’re playing, you cruel corporate sadist, but I’m out of here.”
I’m so dumbfounded, words escape me.
Jesus.
Her tongue is sharper than an obsidian blade, her attitude as abrasive as sandpaper.
“I pray to God I never see your face again,Phoenix König.” She flips me the bird, and she flies out of here like the flames of hell are licking her designer high heels. She slams the door behind her so hard, I’m surprised the windows don’t shatter.
Who the hell does she think she is?
