Lahat ng Kabanata ng BILLIONAIRE'S BRIDE: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

She continued creating the perfect sundae and let him dangle in discomfort. “She was upset because I rejected her.”“Why’d you push her away, Alex?”He looked distinctly uncomfortable. “Because we made some promises. Even if we’re not sleeping together, we agreed I wouldn’t cheat.”“Very logical. I’m surprised you were able to think so clearly after such a kiss. With me, I understand. But Diana seems to inspire a morepassionate response.”His mouth dropped open. She swished the whipped cream and drizzled a few cherries on top, then stood back to admire her creation.“You think I react more passionately to Diana?”She lifted one shoulder. “It was obvious the night I met her you two tore up the sheets together. We don’t have that problem. The only times you’ve ever kissed me was when you were pissed off or bored.”“Bored?” He rubbed his face with his hands and tore his fingers through his hair. A humorless laugh escaped his lips. “I don’t believe this. You have no idea how I was feelin

She blinked and stepped back. Then looked straight in his eyes and cracked the final whip. “I’m going to bed. You may be able to control who I don’t sleep with, but you don’t have any power over my fantasies.”Her icy tone contradicted the mocking words pulsing in the air between them.He broke.Alex walked toward her with a steady slowness that made her back away for every footstep forward. Her back slammed against the wall when he reached her. Slowly, he splayed his palms flat against the wall on either side of her head. His body caged hers. His wide stance trapped her between his legs.He bent over and directed his words right against her lips. “If you want sex so bad, all you have to do is ask.”Her entire body stiffened. “I’m not interested in you.” The wildly beating pulse at her neck contradicted her words.“Try again.”“Go play your head games with Diana.”“You want me. Why don’t you finally admit it?”Fury spat from her in waves. “I don’t want you. I just want your money.”He

Maya mushed her face deep into the pillow as the reality of the situation hit her like a freight train. She’d slept with her husband.Not once. Not twice. But at least three times. Too many to term it a crazy mistake. And too wildly intense to chalk it up to a one-nighter.My God, she’d never be able to keep her hands off of him again. She groaned and forced herself to look at the situation with some neutrality. Hard to do when her thighs ached and the scent of sex clung to the sheets. She still tasted him on her tongue, still felt the imprint of hisfingers on her body. How could she possibly be expected to move on and pretend last night never mattered?She couldn’t. Therefore, she needed a new plan.Why not keep things the way they were?She sighed deeply and tried to analyze her emotions with the coldness of a surgeon making the first cut. Yes, the pact clearly stated no sex, but that had been to protect both of them from turning to other partners. What ifthey just continued as is

Heat rushed to her cheeks. “You shouldn’t have started in the first place. You knew we’d be late.”“We could skip the whole thing and spend Thanksgiving in bed.” Her stomach dipped at his low murmur. “What do you think?”“I think you’re trying to bribe me.”“Is it working?”“No. Let’s go.” She heard his low laugh behind her. He knew she lied. He always tempted her. After two weeks of steady sex, she still couldn’t get enough of her husband, and a day in bed with him sounded like sheer heaven.She carried in the pies and he grabbed the wine. The door was open and they were immediately folded into family chaos, with loud greetings and handshakes, drinks thrust into open hands, and a thousand different conversations overlapping.“Hi, Ma.” She kissed Maria and took an appreciative sniff of the plump turkey filled with sausage stuffing. A cloud of moist, fragrant steam rose in the air and wrapped her in warmth. “Smells great. You look pretty.”“Thanks. It’s amazing what paying off the mort

She cleared her throat and got to work. “You really did it this time, squirt. Have one last bite and give the pop to me.”“Okay.”Alex wondered why she didn’t argue with Maya, then figured he should be grateful. His wife deftly wrapped the leftover ice cream in a wad of tissues and buried it in the bathroom garbage. She nudged Alex aside, picked Taylor off the toilet, and took the wad of paper from him to clean her up. Maya pulled up Taylor’s underwear, straightened her dress, washedboth of their hands, and did a quick wipe of her mouth to remove any evidence.Then Maya walked out of the bathroom with a very happy three-year-old and a confused adult. She squatted and spoke directly in Taylor’s ear. The little girl nodded, then took off to join the guests.“What did you say to her?” he asked.She smiled with an experienced smugness. “Told her if she breathed a word about any ice cream, she’d never get any more from us. Trust me, the kid speaks our language.”“You’re not mad?”She turn