All Chapters of A Dangerous Game: Desired By The Billionaire Brothers : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

JaxChills didn’t fly up to DC with him. He caught a later flight. He’d taken a red-eye and gripped Mia’s diary the whole time, scared to open the book anymore. It was hard to hear how turned on she was with Xavier. Jealousy. He was not liking how this tastes.Before Mia, he’d never been jealous. Why would he have been? Back in the day, women were objects. Fun things that he played with and discarded at the moment of boredom. He didn’t care if some other man wanted the chick after he had his fill. He could have her and any other female.But Mia.Jax swallowed down the angst and fear pumping through his heart. She’d been nicer to this Xavier when she met him. By the time he’d gotten to her, she was hard and quick with that tongue. And she hadn’t used her mouth in a good way, instead, she insulted his lifestyle and verbally tangled his mind. And still, he couldn’t get enough of her.Xavier. What did he do to you? How did he take you from hopeful in love to constantly running away from

Jax Hot air hit his face once we got outside.Chills put on his sunglasses and got on his side.“Where are we going now?”“I’m not sure. I have to consider something.”“What?” Chills scrunched his brown face. “What are you going to check on, fam? This man’s files or personal records? I haven’t been able to find anything. Even when I checked the owner’s name of this gallery, it came up as a corporation. Bad people, bruv. Beastly men. Men that rock hard from the US to the UK, man. International business gangsters. Are you listening?”Jax stopped by the two sculptures of hearts pouring red water into the fountain. Mia should’ve been a writer. She’d painted an exact picture in her diary of the whole area.What was Xavier doing? Was this some sort of game? He tells her his brother was dead, for what?Chills stood in front of him and didn’t say anything else.“No.” he shook his head. “If is mixed up with bad people, then that’s even more reason to get Mia away from him.”“But does the gir

Mia's diary I’d read an article long ago about how British neurologists were researching why falling for someontherapist, e tended to be described as butterflies in the stomach. This exciting nervousness that people felt when they stood in another person’s energy and blazed with desire. The scientist identified four parts of the brain that reacted when someone fell in love. Three parts triggered euphoria and excitement. Two of those three parts were deep in the cortex. The third lay in the central lobe. And the fourth part of the brain was directly linked to perception of love and pain. It controlled both as it caused those churning feelings in the stomach. So, when you were in pain, your stomach twisted and when you were in love, it did the same.No wonder people never know if they’re really in love or not? And that’s why some people love when it hurts so good.For these past weeks with Xavier, he’d stimulated those four parts of my brain. Had my thoughts scattered, yet focused on

Xavier Mia had already met with Jax in the museum. Xavier hung in the back and watched it all, coming out when necessary. He let Mia go back to the hotel by herself. Her security detail kept him up to date with her as she rested.That Jax was a determined cat. The closer he got to him, the more he was starting to like him. Too bad he’d fallen in love with the wrong woman.She knows Rhett isn’t dead, but it doesn’t matter anymore. She’s out of danger. What’s done is done. She’s mad, but she’s safe.Ready to come up with some bullshit excuse about Rhett and who the dead body in his apartment could be, he opened her hotel room door and walked in. But again, the news saved him. And this time, it wasn’t a fake recording that he had playing on the television at the right time. Yesterday, Mia had been correct about us getting room 333 on purpose. He’d watched her so much. He could guess her future steps better than her. Xavier knew she wouldn’t go into Rhett’s apartment if it smelled l

Xavier He pulled away from her. “Do you remember our poem?”“You mean Wordsworth’s poem?”“He might have written To a Butterfly, but we inspired him.”“From the future?”“Yes.” “Do you remember how it goes?” he asked.Sighing, she leaned away and looked at him. “We’re not back together, Xavier.”“I know.” he brushed his lips against her. “I’ve watched you now a full half-hour. Self-poised upon that yellow flower. And, little Butterfly! Indeed, I know not if you sleep or feed.”She closed her eyes and lay back in his arms.“How motionless! Not frozen seas. More motionless! and then.” he nibbled at that soft spot on her neck again. “What joy awaits you, when the breeze.” he slipped his hand along her shoulder. “Hath found you out among the trees. . .” She stopped his hand as he began to slip it to her breast. “Just let me hold you,” he whispered.Her voice came out shaky. “But—”“I know. We’re not together.”She blinked. “And—”“This isn’t forever.” he seared her with his gaze.“Jus