Tempting A Billionaire
“He just shut me out. Like I was no one. Like I was some piece of gum stuck to his goddamn shoe.”
Meg is lounging on the couch, barefoot, robe half open, legs curled up under her like she owns the place. Her expression is unreadable, but her lips twitch slightly at the corners. Not a smile. Something darker. “He played you,” she says calmly, sipping her tea. “Just like we played, Juan.”
“I built this plan,” I growl, spinning on my heel. “Every piece of it. I pulled the strings. I got the car guy. I scouted the location. I coached you like a fucking Broadway villain.”
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