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His answer was a small, satisfied smile. He kissed me again, slower at first, then faster when I met him with equal pressure. His hands moved, one at my hip, one at my back, guiding me step by step until the backs of my legs brushed the couch. He eased me down and sat with me, close enough that our knees touched. I caught his collar and pulled him in. He let me lead for a breath, then took over again, confident and controlled.

“Say what you want,” he murmured.

“You,” I said, too fast, too honest.

His eyes flashed. “Then take me.”

I slid my hands over his shoulders, feeling the solid lines under the fabric. He tugged me closer by the waist. My heartbeat thudded against his chest. His mouth found my neck, then returned to my lips like he could not stand the distance. I tasted the faint burn of his earlier drink. He tasted like heat and intent.

“You drive me insane,” I whispered.

“I know,” he said, and the calm of it made me catch my breath. “You do the same to me.”

He brushed his knuckl
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  • The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride   169

    The silence after was deafening. My breath still came uneven, my legs shaky where they dangled off the edge of the table. James hadn’t moved away, his hand still braced on my hip, his forehead leaning against mine like he was in no hurry to let go.I shoved at his chest weakly. “Get off me. We have to… we have to pull it together.”He kissed the corner of my mouth, calm as ever. “Already did.”“James,” I hissed, glaring at him as I slid off the table. My knees buckled, and he caught me before I could stumble, smirking when I swatted his hands away. “Don’t you dare.”He stepped back, smoothing his shirt, tucking himself in like nothing had happened. He straightened his tie, rolled his shoulders, and just like that, he looked every inch the untouchable executive again.I looked down at myself and cursed under my breath. My blouse was torn wide open, buttons scattered across the carpet. My bra strap hung loose on one side. My hair was a wreck, sticking to the sweat on my skin.“Oh my god

  • The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride   168

    The door clicked shut again and silence swallowed the room. My chest was still heaving, my fingers pressed to my temples like that would erase the way his lips had just ruined me.James didn’t move back. His eyes stayed locked on me, steady and knowing, like he had been waiting for this exact moment. The faint smirk tugging at his mouth made my stomach twist with anger and heat at the same time.“You’re shaking,” he murmured.I dropped my hands to the table, gripping the edge until my knuckles whitened. “I said this can’t happen.”He leaned in slowly, his voice low enough to crawl under my skin. “Then stop me.”Before I could think, his mouth crashed against mine again. Harder this time, desperate. My back hit the table edge as he crowded me, his hands rough at my waist pulling me flush against him. I pushed at his chest, but my fingers curled into his shirt instead, dragging him closer.“Damn you,” I breathed into his mouth.His teeth grazed my bottom lip as he whispered, “Say it aga

  • The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride   167

    The investor rehearsal was set for two o’clock sharp. By one fifty, the boardroom was full. Laptops clicked, papers shuffled, coffee cups rested half-forgotten on the table. I stood at the front, running through notes on the projector, my blazer buttoned tight, my expression calm.James walked in a minute before the hour, dark suit, relaxed stride, cool as ever. His presence shifted the room instantly. People sat straighter. Eyes followed him. He gave a short nod, then took the empty seat near the front, folding his arms loosely.“Let’s begin,” I said, clicking to the first slide.I moved through the pitch, my voice steady. The team answered questions. James added a statistic here, a projection there. Every time I spoke, I felt his eyes on me. Calm, steady, unrelenting. I ignored it.At slide seven, he raised a hand. “We’re skipping the human element,” he said. “Investors don’t just buy numbers. They buy people. Add it back in.”“We agreed it was filler,” I said.“We agreed to keep it

  • The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride   166

    The conference room was filled with quiet chatter and the shuffle of papers. I adjusted the stack in front of me, clicked my pen once, and looked around the table. James sat at the far end, perfectly composed, jacket off, tie loose. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes followed me whenever I moved.“Let’s start,” I said, standing at the head of the table. “Slide one needs more weight. We open with certainty or we lose them in the first five minutes.”The team nodded, typing notes. James leaned back in his chair, arms folded, watching me.“Slide four is out,” I continued. “We are not telling them what they already know.”“It stays,” James said, his voice even.I looked directly at him. “It’s filler.”“It’s foundation,” he replied. “Not everyone in the room knows the backstory. We remind them, we lead them.”“Waste of time,” I said.“Necessary time,” he countered.The room fell quiet. Isabel looked between us with raised brows.I set my pen down with deliberate calm. “Fine. It st

  • The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride   165

    At two, vendors argued about timelines. I cut through it. At two thirty, legal argued about clauses. I cut through that too. At three, finance wanted to move money. I made them show models until they stopped talking in circles. I was sharp. I was fast. I kept my voice level and my hands steady. When someone pushed, I pushed back. When someone tried to charm, I did not smile.At four, James returned for rehearsal. He was on time. He stood at the end of the table and watched while the team ran the deck. I gave notes without looking at him.“Cut slide nine,” I said.He spoke from the far end. “Slide nine is the one that shows we can handle scale.”“The point is made on slide thirteen,” I said. “Nine is noise.”He looked at the team, then back at me. “We cut nine,” he said.We finished early. People filed out. He stayed. I closed my laptop again. He did not move.“You were good,” he said.“I am always good,” I said.He nodded as if that were a fact he liked remembering. “Do you need a rid

  • The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride   164

    I arrived early and stood in the doorway while Isabel sorted my mail. She looked up and read my face fast.“You want fire or ice today?” she asked.“Ice,” I said. “Full schedule. No walk-ins. If James shows up without a slot, he waits or he leaves.”She nodded and tapped on her tablet. “Copy that. Coffee?”“Strong,” I said, slipping off my coat and hanging it neatly. “And send legal a note. I want the partnership boundaries in writing by noon.”Isabel’s brows rose. “Boundaries?”“Yes,” I said. “No personal contact during work hours. No unannounced visits. All meetings through you. Put it in the draft.”She grinned. “You are in a mood.”“I am focused,” I said, taking the coffee she handed me.By nine the floor hummed. I kept my door open and let people pass in and out with questions. I answered fast and kept my tone even. When my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number that was not unknown at all, I put the screen face down.Isabel leaned in. “You are ignoring him.”“Correct,”

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