It was his phone buzzing that woke us, and I know he told me that it was a work issue but there are no calls from anyone but Ken.
My chest is ridiculously tight as I open a note and start adding the contact information. “You never told me what happened at work.”
“Nothing unusual,” he says as he lifts out one of three tank tops I brought with me. “But I will need to be gone tomorrow night.”
My throat burns. He’s lying.
The man who swore he doesn’t lie is lying.
It was Ken who called, not work. And if he suddenly has to go out tomorrow night, he’s got some event Ken has planned.
To find a wife.
My throat burns as I finish the note and drop the phone back on the bed.
I should have known better.
Win is lying about this, and he’s lying about everything else too. The certainness that he’s being intimate with me so that I comply with his plans surges to the front of my thoughts.
But I shake it away. It doesn’t matter.
I’m here to hurt my father. Win is still my best chance. My own feelings are irrelevant, and it’s not like I didn’t know this was coming.
“I’ll talk to the housekeeper about ordering more of everything for you,” Win says as he closes the drawer and comes back over to the bed.
He grabs the underwear and bends down. I stare down at him, dumbfounded. Are we really still doing this? Pretending he’s the big, wonderful caregiver?
“Lift,” he rumbles, nudging my foot.
I place a hand on his shoulder and do as he commands before I repeat with the other foot.
His large hands slide up my body, scooting under the towel, until he’s positioned the underwear on my hips. Then he slides his hands over my ass cheeks and pulls my stomach into his face.
I let him, my hands wrapping around his neck.
I won’t cry now, and I won’t tell him what I know. Because I’ve always known Win was going to break my heart.
It didn’t matter then and it doesn’t now.
Whatever time I get with him will be my little oasis in life.
I just wish the fairy tale part could have lasted a little longer.
Will sex feel the same now that my heart is breaking open in my chest?
There is only one way to find out.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Win
It takesten minutes and ten million dollars for me to convince Boris to give up the bank account number Ivan uses to hide his fortune.
With Katarina’s knowledge of her father’s other sensitive information, in less than an hour, I’ve drained the account and placed the money into a different holding account.
The money will be Katarina’s. No one deserves it more than she does. My guess is that she’ll share it with her sister.
But speaking of siblings, I’ve got some business with my brother, Ryker.
