Lahat ng Kabanata ng Black Ties and White Lies: A Billionaire Fake Engagement: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

MARGOBECK WASTED no time getting us to New York. He essentially gave me one night and the morning to say goodbye to my friends and get my things packed before he showed up at my apartment early this afternoon, hurrying me to get ready so we could catch our flight.I’d argued. If he owned the jet, couldn’t he technically be late?I’ve never felt truly poor. My family did what they could to get by. My parents lived paycheck to paycheck to make things work, but we were loved and we were taken care of. I didn’t want for much of anything growing up. Sure, I wanted the three-level Barbie Dreamhouse and only got it a year after it first released and it was on clearance, but all the things I truly needed, and even most of what I wanted, I had. I was a happy kid growing up, even if my family didn’t have a ton of money.The first few months after college could arguably be the time where I felt the most poor. I was living off Ramen and off-brand snacks that were on sale because they were about

MARGONO MATTER how much I want to, I can’t avoid Beck forever.Although, I do feel like I could stay cooped up in this room forever and be satisfied if I had food. I almost thought about choosing the smallest room up here just to prove a point to Beck, but after thinking it through further, I realized he probably didn’t care what room I chose. Choosing the smallest one would only end up biting me in the ass. He’d still have what I’m sure is the best room downstairs, making no difference to him what room I was in. After coming to the realization, I chose the largest one up here.It feels more like a room at a luxurious hotel than a guest bedroom. I’m not complaining. The queen bed is larger than the full one I was used to sleeping on. I don’t know what the mattress is made of, but it felt like sleeping on a cloud.I should’ve slept perfectly.I didn’t.Instead, I dreamed of the desire in Beck’s stupid gorgeous but cunning eyes. I dreamt about what his lips would feel like against mine

MARGOHIS VIBRANT EYES bore into mine as he looks down at me. The air around us feels electrified. Or maybe it’s the warm flush all over my body making it seem that way. When Beck’s eyes flick to my lips, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’d let him kiss me if he wanted to, no matter how angry I was with him after last night.“Mr. Sinclair?” A voice comes from behind me.Beck stares at my pursed lips for a few moments longer before he looks over my shoulder. The desire in his eyes burns out as quickly as it came. His features fix into business as usual. The moment dissipates into thin air.Disappointment erupts in my chest.“That’s me,” he answers, stepping around my body. Even though he no longer watches me, he does keep the moment somewhat alive by sliding his hand down my back until it rests at the small of my waist. His hand softly nudges me forward. My feet step forward on their own accord, my mind too busy wondering if I imagined Beck wanting to kiss me or not.The woman

MARGOBECK FORCEFULLY GRABS me by the hips, spinning me to face him before I can do it myself. The sudden movement gives me no choice but to grab his forearms to steady myself. He guides our bodies across the small room, pressing my body against the mirror. It’s cold against the exposed flesh, but it makes no difference to me. I’d stand in the coldest of places to have Beck looking at me like he wants to devour every inch of me.His hands move from my waist to my neck. He isn’t gentle as he pulls my face closer to him. There’s a slight pain in my jaw where he grips me so tight, as if he’s afraid if he were to let go that the moment would end.My mouth parts with the brush of a thumb across my lips. He runs it across over and over, making my knees weak in anticipation of kissing him. “Violet,” he rasps, eyes focused on his thumb.“Why do you call me that? It isn’t my name.” He pulls at my bottom lip. “It is to me.”“Why?” I grab at his sweater, attempting to pull him closer so he’ll ju

MARGO“I CAN’T BELIEVE this is the view you have from your office.” I marvel at the city below us. “You can see everything. It’s stunning.”My nose presses to the cold glass as I can’t get enough of the breathtaking view below me. I’ve always been in love with New York. My heart belonged here the moment I first visited for a college tour. One of the saddest days of my life was when I packed up my things and moved to LA. I was meant to be in the hustle and bustle of the city. But at the time, I thought I’d made the right choice.“The view from here is spectacular,” he agrees, his voice coming from behind me. I hear him take a step in my direction, but I don’t turn around to face him. I’m too busy looking at the only place I ever want to call home.It’s funny how things worked out. Never could I have imagined that the reason I returned to New York would be because of Beckham Sinclair.I feel his presence next to me without even looking over. Even from the time we met in the Hamptons, I’