“From what?”
She freezes. “It’s nothing important. What are your plans after graduation? You don’t have a wife—will you be taking over the American Billionaire Club still?”
She doesn’t want to talk about herself, so I let it go.
I squeeze her hand. “My wife has already been chosen. I’m getting hitched in two weeks.”
Tears shine in her eyes. Shoulders slump. “I—I had no idea you were getting married so soon.”
Why would she be upset if she thought I was marrying someone else? She made it clear she doesn’t want anything to do with me because of the stupid arranged marriage.
I tilt her chin so our gazes meet. Her eyes are thundercloud gray—so pretty.
“Are you upset I’m getting hitched to someone else?”
She clears her throat. “What? No. Of course not.” She strokes her temples. “So, who is she?”
“I haven’t met her yet.”
She straightens. “That must suck, not having choices with the secret club.”
I twirl a lock of her hair.
“My life’s always played out like that. I get married, inherit the club, and that’s it.”
“You don’t have dreams beyond that?”
The only thing I dream about is making her my wife and loading her up with babies after graduation. She’ll be mine forever.
“No. No reason to think about it,” I lie.
She snatches the vape again, inhales deeply, and coughs.
“Easy, princess.” I smile.
She giggles.
In that moment, she looks more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen. I cup her face, stroke her lips, and slam my mouth onto hers. Her lips are soft, cold. I slide my fingers into her hair.
Her head jerks back, eyes narrow.
“What are you doing? We shouldn’t—you’re engaged to someone else,” she lashes out.
I don’t care about the lies I told her. I slam my mouth against hers again. This time she doesn’t stop me.
She kisses me back, claws at my sweater, sliding her hands across my torso.
I pick her up, lay her on the bike, and remove her pants. I lick her folds and clit until she dry humps my face and comes all over me.
Her breathing is shallow, eyes glossed over. “Can you take me home? I’m not feeling well.”
Why has her behavior changed?
Back in her apartment, she removes her clothes, changes into pajamas, and slides into bed.
I take off my jacket, place it on the chair, then slide in beside her, pulling her close.
She rests her head on my chest.
