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How Not To Be Seduced By Billionaires (BOOK 2)
By: Marian Tee
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There’s only one way to get over your billionaire. And that’s for you to see he’s over you. It had been exactly thirty-one days since I first worked for Kastein Inc. and eighteen days since Constantijin and I had parted ways in Vegas. Constantijin Kastein was a Dutch billionaire, a gorgeous blond giant of a man whom the media loved to call
Netherlands’ #1 Playboy. I had asked him to do something impossible. I should totally be choking on carbon dioxide by now. I had a feeling I still didn’t stop sighing at . The memories had me sighing. he made up the society’s infamous Three Pussketeers because of their long line of sexual conquests. Lately. Constantijin was totally out of my league. like it always did. Even in my sleep. and he left me because it was impossible for him to do. I was sighing so much it was a wonder I hadn’t run out of oxygen. I had desired his back – but I also wanted more. Together with two of his other billionaire friends. but for some strange reason he had desired my body.
Charli had asked me to stay behind for some lastminute paperwork her own secretary had overlooked. When you were single. I should be out by now. having fun with the rest of the world but instead I was stuck at the office. What happened in Vegas didn’t stay there. Of course I said ‘yes’. heartbroken. and killed me every time my gaze would find Constantijin. It was Friday today – just a few minutes past six. and I would see him laughing like nothing was wrong in his world. George was so wrong.what had been and what could have been between Constantijin and me. stalked me. It haunted me. and unable to masturbate because one) you couldn’t get pass the embarrassment of it and two) .
No. you didn’t have to say it again and again. I totally blew off my savings in the last two days I had been in Vegas. it was pathetic of me. But knowing didn’t stop me from feeling lost – like I once had the sun in my grasp and now I was in. I sort of – okay. I knew it. Yes. George knew it. That was how fucked-up Constantijin had left me. hating how poetic . I shuddered. like. total darkness. The fantastic overtime pay for staying behind at the office was another plus.you had an (almost) affair with a billionaire whose cock put every exaggeratedly designed vibrator to shame – work was the best painkiller you could ask for.
his checkered shirts were .and childish I sounded at the same time." he told me with an air-kiss on the cheek while resettling his dorky glasses on his nose. He had a date with a guy from 25/F. I wished I felt the same. For once. Heartbreak so didn’t suit me. but he was already done and in a hurry to leave. Yanna. like. If you hadn't noticed by now. I had this. Sometimes. Life would have been less complicated and more orgasmic if I did. They had a very elastic understanding of the word ‘fidelity’. "Toodle-loo. never mind if both of them were already committed to someone else. really awful tendency to go Alicia Silverstone's Clueless mode when I felt super bad. George also had overtime work.
laughing." I returned. It was around eight in the evening when I stretched for the last time. replaced by a smartlooking blazer and a silky blue shirt.nowhere in sight. After locking the door to our office. I had to triple-check it before leaving. you’d think he was the poster boy for Microsoft’s Best Looking. At first glance. He was so unashamedly gay. Being a perfectionist. "Toodle-loo. This was another thing I loved about George. and you knew from the moment he called you dah-ling that he liked girls the way Paris Hilton like poodles. . having typed the final period in my report. Then he’d open his mouth.
I took my time walking – what was the point of rushing out when both George and Alyx were out tonight? It wasn’t as if the latest Pendergast novel from Preston & Child was going to complain if I came home a little late. staring at my reflection again. I looked no different from any mid- . gazing at my reflection on its tinted glass walls. Placing my tote bag on the floor. I found myself slowing down to a stop. even something this flimsy. I straightened. Upon reaching the room containing Constantijin’s office. I just wanted--I just wanted another connection with Constantijin. Why did I do it? I had no idea.
and my even more boring pair of sensible flats. Did I now look bimbo-ish enough for Constantijin’s tastes. with my dark hair lying straight and fine against my shoulders.twenties office girl. I decided to fluff my hair out. dealing my reflection another critical look. perhaps someone . black and utterly boring workplace outfit. shaking my head like a rockstar until it was one huge mess.” I muttered. Did I look like a woman who could attract someone as hot as Constantijin Kastein? No. “There. I so did not.
smacking them before turning to my reflection.with a mix of classy and hussy like the woman who had called him in Vegas? Her name was Selena Bartholomew and I was so not ashamed I had Google-stalked her. using all my Internet research skills in order to gain access to her locked tweets and private Facebook page. And what did I learn? That she was just one of the many who was constantly after Constantijin. No. My eyes went back to my reflection. Now – now I looked like Taylor Swift gone wild – the brunette . not enough. I decided and fumbled for my lipstick inside my bag. I applied several layers of it to my lips.
he . I turned back to face my reflection. I applied several layers of blush to my cheeks – the kind that I only applied for clubbing because it was too wild for anything else – and. I also shrugged out of my bolero.version. after a moment’s hesitation. If Constantijin saw me like this. But it still wasn’t bimbo-ish enough in my opinion. letting out an ‘aha’ when I found my very last makeover tool. Oh my God! A giggle escaped me. I bent down again. After pulling my shirt down and plumping my breasts up.
I let out a scream. “There’s---” I turned back to Constantijin’s office. shouting. Giggling again.would be. thank God! Shaking in terror. like. When I got back to my feet. I bent down to take my iPhone out of my bag. intent on taking a photo of myself and sending it to Alyx and George just for laughs. . “What is it?” Oh. and a shadow was moving inside. I gasped. And another and another and another--The night guard came running. Not . I looked more like a clown than a bimbo. totally attracted. the lights in Constantijin’s offices were all open.
I whirled back to the night guard. his belt left hanging from the loops. grinning at me. Red as a tomato. There was Constantijin.“There’s---” The shadow was shrinking but coming closer to me at the same time. This time. “Oh my God. who was scowling at me now. I . I notice how his uniform top wasn’t tucked. dear. I so didn’t want to know what I had just interrupted. Oh. there’s---” Constantijin. and his pants zipped halfway.
stammered. “Yanna!” It was his fiercest and most furious growl. I someone else was here. Again. Having him near made my temper boil – and when he actually started laughing again the moment the night guard left us. I totally lost it. “Sorry. And okay. ever.” didn’t know The look on the night guard’s face told me to drop dead. I had to admit I was more than a little scared at the look on his face – surely Constantijin wasn’t so angry . but he left without a word after tipping his hat respectfully to Constantijin. who had just come out of his office. Slap.
Well. and I realized that with the neckline I had pulled so low and my breasts heaving in emotion--I crossed my arms over my chest with a cry of protest. But as far as I was concerned. I’d give him that. he needed to try harder. Then suddenly his gaze dropped. “Stop staring!” He was doing his best not to grin. “You should have let me know . This was so not funny. okay.he’d forget murder was a crime – I forced myself to stand my ground. it was – but he totally had to pretend it wasn’t. “You deserved it!” “I fucking didn’t!" We glared at each other.
” I snapped.” I snarled. you actually made your breasts---” “I get it. “I was acting crazy. this was the most embarrassing moment in my life. “And to top it off. “I was about to---but then I saw you suddenly shake your head---” His words made me recall my actions with a cringe. cutting him off because I couldn’t bear listening to another word.you were inside. Happy now?” . “And then you started applying makeup like you had a bit role as one of The Walking Dead---” Oh God.
“Why were you acting like that?” I shrugged. It was my first time to see him like this. his head cocked to the side. and I suddenly found it hard to breathe. wanting to lie but with my mind so messed up. I couldn’t .Constantijin sent me a curious glance. The impact of those realizations finally hit me. Constantijin was talking to me. Constantijin was here. and my heart tripped all over itself at the sight of it.
a little taken aback at the shock threading through his tone. I blurted out. It was something else – like I had just committed genocide in his eyes. “Why?” I glanced up. his voice noticeably cooler. “I wanted to look like a bimbo. “Because I was thinking if I looked like a . “Yanna?” Letting out a sigh. Bemused. “Constantijin?” “Why?” he demanded. No – it was more than shock.” He reared back.think of something else to say but the truth. I mumbled.
wasn’t bad – but it felt crucial. which I found completely reprehensible. When he spoke again. scared that if I did I would ruin the atmosphere. will you fucking obey me for once and follow me inside?” He . This is my free time and---” “Yanna. It wasn’t good. you’d like me. “No. I dug my heels and answered frostily.” The silence that followed was so incredibly tense I didn’t dare move. it was in a curt voice that made me forget all about being soft and vulnerable and had my hackles rising.” He turned his back on me without waiting for my answer. “Come to my office.bimbo.
And he so totally didn’t say ‘please’. wondering whether I should push my luck or not. I debated with myself.disappeared into his office. Work! Oh my God. what if we were going to talk about work? I totally wanted to bang my head against his glass walls until they crashed. Besides. I was such a ninny for thinking he wanted to talk to me about anything else. which he should have – even if he was my CEO. It was my free time. what was there to talk about? Work? My eyes widened. .
but he hadn’t.He had weeks to do that. So what made me think that tonight was going to be any different? .
Shit. He wouldn’t fire me just because I . I hastily tried thinking of an excuse for my less than respectful behavior – not exactly a good basis for a job recommendation from the CEO –but couldn’t think of any.Lesson #2 Beware when your billionaire wants to talk. It usually means he wants to fuck. shit. shit. Hurrying after Constantijin inside his office.
He was elegantly dressed in a dark suit – minus the tie now. facing the windows. never mind about that. why couldn’t I get used to how beautiful he was? Once upon a time. I . My knees quivered in belated response at his impossibly gorgeous looks. as his reflection on the window showed. and I ended up sprawled on his desk. hands behind his back. The last time we came here he was on full attack mode. tense and wary. Oh. his mouth on my---well. Constantijin stood in the middle of his office.overreacted – would he? I slowed down as I crossed the threshold of his office. God.
“Sir?” Constantijin turned around. He looked – less than perfect. . Even his drool-worthy abs were totally ho-hum-ordinary for me now. sexier. I cleared my throat. But Constantijin? Every day. and so much more unreachable than he already was. and he became human in my eyes. he just seemed more gorgeous. my glasses slowly lost its rosy tints. and it made me let out a small gasp. Still beautiful but – now he was beautiful in an imperfect way when he was never that before. I got a really good look at him. This time.had this hugest crush on Channing Tatum but after seeing him at my gym every freaking day.
His hair looked like he had been running his hand through it all over (because of me?). his eyes had noticeably darker circles under them (because of me?). I reminded myself. No. and his slightly unshaven face bore a faint red mark on his left cheek (totally because of me). “Stop it with the sirs. keep it cool. I missed him.” Keep it cool. . how I had missed him! “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I was provoking him. sir. His eyes narrowed. Oh dear Lord.” Yes. biting my lip to prevent myself from saying anything I shouldn’t. I had a very bad urge to throw myself at him and bawl like a baby.
imitating his tone perfectly. “Yanna. The thought had me biting my lip.” he said. the bad parting we had weeks ago momentarily fading from the present.I had no idea why I was doing it. and then we were smiling.” “Mr. My lips were the first to tremble. Kastein . . We stared at each other. Exasperation lined his face. his accent adorably thick. And you are very addictive. “You are very stubborn.” I said. shaking his head.
His eyes darkened. “I thought we were going to talk about work.” “Then I’m through with this conversation. “No. “Yanna. he answered.” Just as tightly. Uh-oh.” I whitened. I asked. Hurriedly releasing my lip. if you try to leave before---” . “W-what did you want to talk about with me?” “Us.” I turned back towards the door even though I wasn’t sure if I was even making the right decision. We’re not.
The feral look on his face had me panicking even though I wasn’t exactly sure why. I stole a glance at his face over my shoulders. Oh. “Constantijin. Self-preservation? Instinctive coyness? Everything in between? It didn’t matter in the end. stop this!” But he didn’t answer. struggling to have him put me down. shit. walking steadily towards the couch on one side of . I began beating his chest. not when Constantijin’s furious strides had him catching up with me in seconds.Unable to help it. I let out a shriek when he suddenly lifted me up with just one arm curled around my waist. Feet dangling at least three feet in the air.
All it could do was confuse me. My mind told me to hurry and escape. sprinkled with white throw pillows. . but my body told me to slow down. and bordered by glass tables where framed photos of an older couple were on display. Constantijin’s weight pressed down on me. Its leather covering was – you guessed it – black. and my legs automatically spread open as if welcoming him back. sensing how near its favorite addiction was. Constantijin threw me on the couch. As for my heart – it was my most useless organ ever. I immediately reared up like a resurrected zombie.the room.
his eyes intense.” he growled. “Yanna. I tried pushing him away. practically gunning for an Olympic record now that Constantijin’s cock pulsed heavily against my aching core.” I hissed even as my heartbeat continued racing. I felt so weak even a newborn baby could knock me out . unsmiling.Shit. There was something in it that made me stop beating his chest with feathery-soft punches. God. What was happening to my body? “Get off me. bracing my hands against his chest. but it was a weak effort and we both knew it. He stared down at me.
with the kind of resistance I was putting up. toe-curling. schat.” he groaned. . “You win. kissing my tears away. I could have wept for that kiss. and sanitycrushing kiss. Oh. The tears fell harder. my arms going around him. I already was. Wait. Tears fell from my closed eyes even as I kissed him back hungrily.” And that was all he said before his lips took mine for a breathtaking. “Don’t cry.
” Burying my face in his neck. “I win---what?” He took a lock of my hair. caressing its tips as if he was fascinated by its texture.” Constantijin suddenly flipped us. I sniffed. sweetheart. “You win. he gave me a smile. Yanna. When I lifted my head to look at him in askance. “I don’t understand what’s going on now. he stared into my eyes . albeit a grim one as he repeated. Then he let it go and. and I found myself lying on his chest in an instant. curling it around one finger. you’re tearing me apart.He licked them away. “Please. caressing my cheek with his knuckles.” I frowned.
“I will court you.” . impatient and looking more than a little uncertain about my reaction when I just kept staring at him blankly. Clearing my throat. and maybe – maybe it was.” I stopped breathing. I had no idea what made him change his mind. The drawn look on his face told me he considered his words a huge concession on his part. but right now that wasn’t important.and said. “I’m just…overwhelmed. which rested shakily on my lips. “Did you hear what I said?” Constantijin actually shook me. I summoned a smile. What mattered was that he had said yes.
he said. When he released me. but it still didn’t reach his eyes. pulling me down for a short hard kiss that got me breathing again – no. hyperventilating.” . “I will court you but there are conditions.He smiled back. He cupped my face suddenly.
“Uh…” Constantijin Kastein had agreed to court me. it is because he will have the last laugh.Lesson #3 If your billionaire lets you have the last word. My mind repeated the words over and over. He seemed to have said .
which I totally understood. Constantijin Kastein had agreed to court me. . something about confusion or whatever. the mind boggled. Constantijin Kastein had agreed to court me. This was utterly confusing for me. He frowned.something else after that. It was like some girl – a total nobody like me – had asked Ryan Gosling to court her (the nerve!) and he had agreed (the bitch!). too. “Yanna?” I looked up at him blankly. Oh.
Shaking my confusion away.” Oh. that was not a look a man intent on courting me should have. I said I had conditions. “No. It was my turn to frown. he growled.Okay. “Wwhat is it?” “Did you hear what I said?” “That you’re confused?” Exasperation making his accent even thicker. “What do you mean ‘conditions’?” He was the one courting me and yet – he was setting conditions. severely. too? Did Dutch people have a different understanding of the word ‘courting’? . and I did so. I said.
his tongue boldly sweeping inside my mouth as his hands swept my back.” he murmured.“No one should know I’m---” He paused then said.” My stomach twisted at his words. “Sweetheart. and I . confuse the hell out of me. “Are you ashamed of me?” His eyes widened and then he was kissing me again. trailing down to cup my buttocks and pushing it down on his cock. but one thing I will never feel is ashamed of you. “you anger me.” He shifted under me. “---that I’m courting you. letting go momentarily of my lips but nothing else. reluctantly and distastefully.
“In fact you are the only woman who is not blood-related that I am proud of.” “Really?” I whispered. Constantijin pulled my head back to his chest. Blinking tears away because I knew he wouldn’t like it.swallowed back a whimper because his movement had his erection rubbing against my already-sensitive clit. I choked out.” . “You love your work. “Thanks. I couldn’t help wriggling closer. with a smile in his voice. especially when he said. I can see it every time I hear you make a presentation and talk to people about it.” His praise made me want to cry.
However. yes?” Oh. Right now. Smiling tremulously up at him.” He pushed my head back down again. I do not want to rock the boat unless I have a good . “Yes.” His voice gentled. “We will not tell anyone about it – not until it is the right time. “Now.” I couldn’t help but tense. I am not setting conditions because I am ashamed of you. I said. the conditions. “So. no. Office romances are discouraged – are forbidden but even so I know they exist. “You will not think like that again. you are unsure of me so there is no point for anyone to know. these Europeans and their confusing sentence-enders.Constantijin tipped my chin up.
“Like when you agree that I can fuck you anytime. I was so wet after that. I gazed into his eyes. asking worriedly. Lifting my head up again. a little confused about what that could be. He didn’t answer.” Oh. any way.” “A good reason?” I echoed.reason to. . “Constantijin?” A grin – the secretive and wicked grin that I so loved – touched his lips as he said. That kind of reason. anywhere.
“Yes. It was there in the blazing look of desire in his eyes. agree. intent of giving him complete control over my body. God. allowing his erection to rub even more closely against my womanhood. He was using his seductive tone.And my Dutch playboy billionaire knew it. and each word that fell from his lips was a seductive threat. the way his nostrils flared and the way his cock pulsed more strongly against my sex. With my panties soaking . Yanna?” he Oh. “Do you whispered.” I ended gasping the word out when Constantijin reached down and pulled my skirt up.
. I whimpered when Constantijin released me unexpectedly and my body fell back down.wet. guiding it to my clit. If I could slap him like I usually did. it was as if there was no fabric separating them and I couldn’t help squirming. And then he started to rub. I felt his hand snaking down as he gripped his cock. “Constantijin!” He smirked. God. But right now – all I could concentrate on was the way his cock kept teasing my clit. I would have. Oh. my sex practically impaled on his erection.
faster. But I'm a busy man. "Courting for me is another process to help us get to know each other better. Perversely. because I will only say it once. but even I knew it wasn’t my most potent glare. He started to speak.“Listen carefully. and just do anything that would give me the kind of orgasm I could only enjoy from his touch.” I glared at him. not when I also knew my eyes were pleading him simultaneously to rub harder. but only half of my mind could focus on his words. I'll do my best to devote as much time as I could to courting you but you should be prepared to make . Constantijin smiled in return. Yanna.
Yanna.some compromises as well. it would feel--Constantijin ripped my panties off. not knowing what to expect but knowing as well that whatever it was.” I obeyed him. “Look at me. “Constantijin!” I hissed and then totally ruined it by moaning as his cock demanded entrance.” “Uhh…” I felt Constantijin’s other hand descending again and I tensed. It would feel out of this world. . my eyes hazy with desire.
he was so freaking unfair. I won’t. “I had never fallen in love and I warn you not to think that you can change my mind in the future about this.His tone unflinchingly hard. its head slipping in a fraction before withdrawing completely. he said. Yanna. fingers teasing my clit while his cock slid up and down against my folds. giving me a tortuous taste of how it could be between the two of us.” Oh. . How could I think of what to say to that when he was teasing my sex with his cock. I want you to understand that perfectly. “I am not promising love. But---” I whimpered as Constantijin’s hand joined his cock.
I . yes?” Passion clouded my mind. but even though only half of his words penetrated. I am yours. “And you will be mine while I am courting you.“I am extremely attracted to you.” His thumb pressed hard against my clit. yes? There will be no other suitors. a brink away from an orgasm that I was sure would have me passing out at the sheer pleasure of it. I gasped. his gaze possessive and demanding as he asked in a rough undertone. And for as long as what we have between us lasts. my body arching. His eyes locked with mine.
drawing out another moan from me. trying to trap his cock . He was not getting away with that rule. It was clear to see it in his gaze. “Are you sure you want to say ‘no’?” he taunted. “No.” I managed to say. Exclusivity in courting had always been a man’s burden. Oh. expect me to torture you like this all the time. no.” I shook my head stubbornly even as I moved my hips. “If you do not promise equal exclusivity. moving his cock faster.understood enough to force myself to shake my head. He was displeased. and that wasn’t going to change between us.
my body aching with need as Constantijin pulled away from me without warning.against my clit so I could come. drawing us back onto our feet. I could only watch him as he expertly smoothed my skirt down until not a single crease was left. I stared at him in horror. And I shivered even more as his fingers traced random shapes on my hips. He was . Speechless in my incredulity. making me shiver. “No!” The word of protest slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. “Are you sure?” he breathed into my ear. the ticklish and arousing movements making me catch my breath.
“Our courting has begun. hating how my body still trembled with unsatisfied need.really going to end it just like that? More to the point. It was his very best move in our chess board of seduction. the still-tense expression on his face as he physically struggled to keep his arousal in check. check. he wasn’t going to end it? He gave me a tense smile. . it made me hear differently. which I returned with a girl. He said quietly. Seeing the determination in his eyes.” But those words weren’t what I heard in my mind. I lifted my chin. Queen.
” And he better watch out because I could have his king checked. Or even checkmated. too.“Yes. . “it has.” I said just as softly.
Constantijin’s resistance could be due to his inability to relinquish control. Courting had always been compared to a mating dance. one battle of the sexes after another. .Lesson #4 Try not to let yourself be swept away when your billionaire dances with you. it was more like a war dance. but between Constantijin and me. Remember that the dance will end with the last note of the song.
and for some reason I was the one he wanted badly.He was the type to like having total control of anything he wanted badly. provoked him. and challenged him because if I gave in before I should. . With Constantijin out for a meeting. Yet I fought with him. Glenda had invited me to join her for a cup of coffee. “You without your top and Constantijin was nothing. it would mean giving up on him. It was like what Glenda said the other day.” Glenda assured me when I gave her another mumbled apology for the worst threesome in history.
I really. like. Constantijin – why couldn’t you be. The mere thought of all the women who had spent more than a second in his arms made me tear up inside.” I said hastily. I still couldn’t make myself get used to how easy it was for people to talk about sex. Oh.Her words made me blush. lap dances on the table. really hated it. masturbating---” “I get the picture. Even this long exposed to Constantijin’s intensely passionate nature. Netherlands’ #1 pastor instead of a playboy? “But you know what the difference . “I had seen women giving him blow jobs. I hated it. not wanting to hear another word.
“Constantijin had been very shocked at that. She shook her head. All of them had stuck around.” Oh. like secretary? “They stayed to finish what they started. Eek. They hadn’t minded I had seen them because there was something they needed more from Constantijin – something they didn’t mind . He didn’t know what to make of it. You ran. Like boss. her unsmiling expression eerily reminding me of Constantijin’s own serious face.is between you and all those other women?” “Smaller boobs?” I quipped.
Why give advice that had to be solved like a freaking puzzle? “You’re not helping. “Are you telling me not to have sex with him?” She shrugged. “Glenda.” I sighed out. .losing their self-respect for. and it was what drew him to you.” I thought about her words hard. “Glenda!” “All I’m saying is that you’re different.” I said finally.” If there was anything I hated in life. it would be this: cryptic advice. an oxymoron of the very worst kind.
especially since Constantijin’s brand of courting was nothing like I had ever imagined. Day 1 of Courting .“I am.” That was great. a rare smile of such warmth touching her lips. dear.” That had me blushing and laughing at the same time. maddening. actually. and oh so arousing. It was beautiful. “I’m rooting for you. But you’re just too horny for my boss to understand what I’m saying. “Glenda!” She patted my hand.
How was it that he could be so romantic and utterly crude at the same time? And why were my panties .A gigantic bouquet waited for me at my table. George squealed as I hurried towards it. I opened the card. ignoring Arian’s envious mutters. Oh. Thinking of you every day --Dreaming of you every night --I can’t wait to fuck you endlessly hard when you become mine. tall enough for its topmost flowers to surpass the height of my cubicle walls. dear Lord.
far away from the prying eyes hounding us more and more at work. Day 5 of Courting Constantijin flew me out of state in his private jet. To give him credit. It took every skill of acting I had not to give myself away every time I caught her trying to flirt with Constantijin. Arian was the most suspicious. knowing that I was going to read it over and over tonight until I fall asleep. he wasn’t doing anything to encourage her but – couldn’t he be ruder? .slowly getting wet? I took the card and hugged it to my heart. He wanted the two of us to enjoy a private dinner.
If I did. creating goosebumps all over my body. the proximity of Constantijin driving me crazy. I didn’t think I’d survive if I ever found out he wanted me the same time he wanted other women. I reluctantly faced him. But I needed this courtship – I needed to feel secure that he really wanted me – just me. too. I so badly wanted to kiss him but I knew I wouldn’t – couldn’t.” Constantijin purred out my name. he would think I was succumbing to his demands. . “Yanna.The flight was already ten minutes into its journey and I was still stiff in my seat.
” he gritted out.He smirked. “But you were smirking!” “Then tell me to stop. which still . Cringing. the sly look in his silvery eyes telling me he knew how much my body ached for him. rubbing his cheek. I slapped his face instinctively. I turned to face him again.” The ominously soft whisper sent me facing the other way. “Yanna. knowing I was in big. The terrifying scowl on his face had me protesting. Would he forgive me if I said oops now? “Yanna!” This time it was a furious growl. big trouble.
“You slapped me more times than anyone else in my entire life. Oh. dear. “Sorry. and I trembled. his tongue sweeping in . When our gazes met.” My shoulders drooped. he caught my hand before I could slap him again. he was so going to kill me when he saw it.had my hand’s imprint on.” I mumbled. “You should be.” He tipped my chin up. “Sorry again.” he retorted. And then he was kissing me. It made me gulp. his touch rekindling the desire inside me. I saw that he was smirking again. The jerk! This time.
I blinked rapidly in shock. He released me. I whimpered again when he let go of my lips but only so he could nibble on my collarbone. My body strained towards him. He was smirking again.” I sobbed. I whimpered when he sucked on my tongue. “Constantijin. wishing there wasn’t a barrier separating our seats. the effing ass! . still imprisoning both my hands behind my back.and exploring my mouth. Constantijin forced me back to the windows. panting for more. Oh. All I could do was kiss him back wildly.
Day 15 of Courting “You have got to stop sending me flowers,” I told him laughingly while I was in my bath and he was in Dubai, meeting with oil sheikhs for the newest real estate project of Kastein, Inc. “But I like doing it. I keep thinking how when I have you in my bed, I’d use all those petals to sprinkle all over you, tickle you, use it to caress your clit--” He paused then asked wickedly, “Are you turned on now?” “None of your business,” I managed to say.
He laughed. That sound never failed to make my day – or night. Sinking more deeply into my bubble bath, I said again, “I’m serious. Knowing how much you’re spending on me with each bouquet is giving me a headache.” I could hear him frowning as he answered, “Is this my fucking courtship or what?” Knowing it was never a good thing to have long-distance quarrels, I said quickly, “I sent you a picture message. Did you get it?” He didn’t answer, but I could hear the faint sound of his fingers tapping on the screen of his mobile phone.
“Yanna.” This time, he sounded more exasperated than angry, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief. I had sent him a picture message of a floral bouquet, with an ecard attached. You are so cute! Remembering the message made me giggle. Constantijin said darkly, “And I am not cute.” That had me giggling even more. “You are playing with me again.”
“Yes, this time, I am,” I admitted, unable to keep myself from grinning. God, I couldn’t believe I was having this kind of conversation with Constantijin. I mean, what were the odds? He wasn’t much of a caller – and God knew how he hated sending text messages. If he had ever enjoyed a call with another woman before, it would probably have been the hardcore variety of phone sex. “You are a bad girl.” God, I loved it when his accent thickened and he started talking simplified English. “I learned from a bad man.” He sucked in his breath. “I’ve never been this aroused from a mere call.”
not even close. I tried to explain. “That’s the kind of bouquet I’d love you to give me. though?” A smile was also in his voice when he answered softly. Still smiling my insanely smitten smile.” Silence from the other line.That didn’t make us even.” I ventured. “Did you like the picture. “I’m just really uncomfortable with the money you’re spending on me. “Constantijin?” “You are for real?” A giggle escaped me at his incredulous tone. I had never been aroused – until I met him. “Yes.” . I asked softly.
” A sigh escaped him.“Then you are truly serious?” My giggle turned into genuine laughter. “If you do not want me spending my money on flowers. My phone started to ring in the background. I thought but knew I was better off not saying it. “I do not understand you at all.” I told him helpfully.” I think that’s a good thing. “Yes. .” “Text messages cost money. then what should I spend my money on? I want something that would please you. I am. Constantijin.
“No. Placing the wireless on the sink. My eyes widened. I wiped one hand dry in the towel hanging from the rail and fumbled for my phone from the expansive sink.” Sighing. inhaling sharply when I saw Constantijin appear on the screen.“Answer it. Bare-chested. it’s okay---” “Please. “Constantijin!” My insides turned into jelly at the sight of him . “You’re calling me?” But Constantijin had already ended the call to my wireless.” he ordered. I answered his call to my mobile phone.
his fair skin gleaming in the darkness of the night. “If you were here. knowing that they cannot have you because you are .wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pants. “I wish you were here. with its mixture of urban paradise and wild desert beauty. I would have fucked you in this very spot.” His huskily spoken words made my toes curl under the bubble. leaning against the rails. Even just through the iPhone’s screen I could appreciate how stunning Dubai’s views were. schat. He was standing at the balcony of his hotel room. taking you from behind while you watched the world and they watched you.
I sank right back into the bubbles. I pushed myself up--“You’re in the bath?” Oh. I needed another shower after this.” “Constantijin. dear.mine. and through the video call I could see his face turning taut with the same need coursing through my body.” His voice was harsh.” Oh. “Take pity on a poor man and . I forgot. I was wet for a whole different reason now. shit. “Yanna. sparking every nerve until I was almost shaking with desire.
” I shook my head mutely.” he immediately bargained. I said. The intensity of his gaze. with my nipples turning .” I rose from the water.” “Yes. sweetheart. Swallowing. Even as I could feel myself blushing.show me your breasts again. the acute frustration in his eyes – it all reached out to me even though we were half a world apart.” “Thirty. completely baring my breasts to his sight. starting now. “Ten. “Just for a second.” “I can’t. you can.
I needed to speed this up. Constantijin. and still smiling to myself I opened . “Goodbye.five.seven. Three. My phone beeped a second later. “That was not ten seconds.” Constantijin growled.six.eight.hard.ten! I sank back into my bubble bath with a swoosh. this was too embarrassing. Four. Two. I so dared. face completely on fire now.” “Don’t you dare hang up. I didn’t lose track of my mental counting.” Giggling. Oh God.nine. One.
Constantijin’s message. Good thing I always keep a record of my video calls. “Delete it. that was NOT ten seconds. It was. I shot up from my bath. “I’ll see you on .” “No. I counted. “Constantijin.” I could totally imagine him grinning his wicked grin right now.” I growled back. I swear.” he practically purred into my ear. especially when he said. I repeat. “Yanna. hitting the call button immediately.
Since I was sure to be the only one with that kind of folder in Kastein Inc. I said with a gulp. Day 23 of Courting “Did you do this?” An irate Glenda appeared before my cubicle. Kastein said this is---” She sniffed. “Yes?” Her glare intensified. waving a pink folder with lavender hearts in the air.Monday..” “Don’t you dare hang up!” But he did. “Mr. “The word he used is not something I am comfortable using.” .
immediately. “Wait!” I had a hard time catching up with her.My jaw dropped. which I unfortunately decided to break in today. Bristling. “The length . God. When I reached her side. Glenda stopped midway to Constantijin’s office. she immediately started enumerating what Constantijin apparently did not like about my report. slowed down by my new pair of mules. it was really like-boss-like-secretary with these two. Shit? Fucked up? Goddamn epic fail? “You are to report to Mr. Kastein’s office.” She didn’t wait for me to answer.
“Sorry. considering how awesome the Korean adaptation was plus the fact that . As we walked past a group of interns. Glenda continued. which was shorter than a text message? She only submitted full-length reports when sucking up to managers. My heart sank.of the report. Even my series recommendation was a problem? I honestly thought they would like City Hunter.” I mumbled even though I didn’t quite understand why the ten-page length of my report was a problem...” She sniffed. Did they want it like Arian’s. “And that series you are recommending!” She shuddered.
When the door closed behind her. practically pushing me in.” “Then…then my report wasn’t really bad?” “Oh. It was the boss’ orders to make your visit here inconspicuous. go in. We reached Constantijin’s suite of offices. “Sorry.Kastein Inc. Glenda startled me by winking.” . Constantijin loved it. dear. “Go in.” she said irritably. He just said I should torture you on the way here. thus giving Asian markets a new reason to revisit the series. – with its own adaptation – could create a better ending. no.
“I have something better in mind. taking me by surprise and completely sweeping me off my feet. he was already grinning. dear. already focused on her tasks.“Glenda!” “Blame the boss. When I entered Constantijin’s office. easily catching my slapping hand as I reached him.” And then he was kissing me with ravaging hunger. “Not now.” Constantijin said. sweetheart.” Glenda said over her shoulder as she returned to her desk. . I totally saw red.
Lesson #5 Yes is the only word your billionaire wants to understand.” . dropping himself on it and I landed on his lap sideways without our kiss breaking. “You drive me insane with wanting. he will think you are saying ‘never’. Constantijin half carried me to his couch. schat. When you say ‘no’.
” I gasped. too. I moaned when I felt his hand pulling my tucked blouse free from my skirt. legs spread open with his in between. He twisted me around on his lap.“You. “Constantijin. finding it so hard to concentrate when he . pushing my bra away almost angrily so that his hands could completely cover my flesh. leaving me lying with my back against his chest.” he said as he started tweaking my nipples. And then he was cupping me.” “I want a going-away gift. “What?” I managed to ask. arching as his lips left a trail of kisses and nibbles on my neck.
“I want to see you come before I go.” When he said those words.pinched my nipples rather hard.” Oh my God. making me shudder. when he said it like that. “Constantijin…” “I want to remember your face as I make you come. his thick Dutch accent a rough/tender caress all on its own. oh my God--“Say you’ll let me?” He breathed into my ear. twisting sideways so I could look at him. Yanna. all I could do was nod. One of his hands dipped into .
I kind of liked it. Well. legs parting even more widely so he could touch me more deeply. too. Letting out a long moan. so deeply only the size of his knuckles prevented him from going further in. not when I knew his office was totally soundproofed and not when I knew by now how much Constantijin liked hearing me express my pleasure with his touch. Constantijin bit my ear lightly just as one finger penetrated me. to be honest – I really liked it. “Do you like how I finger-fuck . I writhed in his lap. Wetting his fingers with my moisture.” I didn’t make any attempt to lower my voice. “Aaaah.my lacy briefs.
sweetheart?” “Yessss---aaaaah!” Two. His fingers started to move in synchrony as he fucked me long and hard.you. “Are you ready for more. no.” I couldn’t help screaming the words out as his thumb started rubbing my clit without stopping .” I sobbed. three---oh my God. four! My sex stretched to accommodate him. He never failed to reduce me to a tearful mess with his touch. please. Yanna?” “Yes. “Please. being so very eager to please as was the rest of my body.
I’m going to tie you to bed and fuck you until you’ll be begging me to stop.the thrusts of his fingers. once you realize how much I want you. “I won’t listen to what you say. so near to coming. almost demandingly bouncing up and down on his slick fingers. “After this goddamn courtship. Constantijin’s hand tightened around my left breast even as his fingers continued its punishing rhythm – something I couldn’t get enough of. My hips began to move. and I knew I was so. .” My body started to shake at his words.
though. “My cock has been burning for you for weeks.” He pushed hard against my clit at .” Oh. oh. oh.” He pulled my nipple. I won’t stop even if you beg me with your mouth. It will take twice as long before I will be able to stand letting you go for more than a minute without having you. “Constantijin. Imagining his cock in my mouth thrilled me so much it had me riding his fingers with even more frantic speed. its painfully aroused state reacting even more sensitively to his touch.
“Where will you go?” I mumbled against his chest. “New York. much.the same time his fingers thrust wildly into me. Later. “Take care. My company is sponsoring several charity functions so my attendance is required. Constantijin carefully fixed my appearance before pulling me back into the couch with him. Instead.” I bit my lip because I almost said I’d miss him. I said. I came with another scream. my body racked by the tremors of my orgasm. loving the sound of his rapid heartbeat. much later.” . I lied in his arms.
since you're a woman." .He stopped stroking my hair to ask." "Naturally." "Constantijin! "Yanna!" I had to smile at that. Promise me you're not entertaining any other suitors. okay?" His face hardened all of a sudden. "You'll behave like a good girl when I'm away?" I rolled my eyes. "Shouldn't I be the one warning you? I'm not the one with a playboy reputation here. "But have a safe trip. "You didn’t answer my question.
He never stopped asking about my “other” suitors --. He had to learn to trust me – the way I was struggling so hard to .Even three weeks into our courtship and Constantijin still had trouble trusting me. don’t. “You know that’s none of your business.” I said it as gently as I could.” And it wasn’t – not until he was ready to commit to something more permanent than being fuck buddies to each other.even though he should by now I would always have the same answer for him. “Constantijin. “Just give me a fucking name. even a goddamn number---” I lifted myself up so I could face him.
"Fine.trust him despite what all the media stories were saying about him. but I had to stand my ground on this. and I couldn't let him get away with everything.” The words usually made him smile." “You know you don’t have any right to say that. I hated fighting with him. . "Yanna." I was tempted to take it back but I didn't. "I’ll miss you. A flash of irritation crossed Constantijin's eyes. His eyes shuttered. He had a domineering personality.” I did my best to keep my voice gentle. but this time it only made him feel more distant.
.And then before I knew it. he was gone.
I kept asking Constantijin to have faith. unable to trust him just because he could be too busy with work to do so. My weekend felt empty without a single call or message from Constantijin.Lesson #6 Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. . but I did my best to suppress it. Yet here I was. It made my heart cry out in fear. But heaven hath nothing as gorgeous as a billionaire made jealous.
Even f o o d – my greatest comfort in life – wasn’t as comforting as it had been all these years. But I was in for a surprise.Monday arrived. The office wasn’t the same without him. with Glenda telling me gently that Constantijin had been delayed and would be staying in New York indefinitely. and I had never been so keen to go to work. Just one little peek. For the first time in my entire existence. I had to know what was going on with him. even my favorite lasagna tasted like layers of recycled paper mixed with cheap cardboard. I managed to resist Googlestalking him until Thursday. I promised to myself as my fingers expertly paved a secret pathway into his .
When I clicked the link on another tabloid coverage of the same events. filled the page. I found a paparazzi photo of the two entering what was labeled as Selena’s hotel room – at three in the . And always present in his arm was the lovely Selena. In a few seconds.world. what I did and did not need to see stared back at me in painfully vivid colors. elegant and beautiful in a similarly golden way. looking dashingly debonair in his tuxes and suits. Rows of photos of Constantijin attending different functions. their blond heads melting together whenever they posed together for photos.
” I didn’t cry at work. pulled up the covers. “Yup. I managed not to tell anyone about it. . I quickly locked the door.morning. But when I reached my home that night. “You okay. and that’s when I let the tears fall. and for the first time in my life. I answered in a wobbly voice. I couldn’t. for the rest of the night. Quickly closing the tab. Yanna?” George asked with a frown from his cubicle when he heard me let out a gasp of hurt. I couldn’t even think of a word for it. It was too… Oh God.
silly. But that was too impractical and I didn’t do impractical. I would have changed my number as well.” was all Glenda said as she practically manhandled me into Constantijin’s office. foolish but only because I had extremely bad taste in men. . If I wasn’t so practical.~~~~ Glenda managed to corner me the next day even though I did my very best to avoid her. I did stupid. Constantijin had been calling and mailing me all day until I was forced to remove the battery of my phone and throw all of it inside my drawer. “The boss is looking for you. She was frighteningly strong for a woman her age.
Rubbing my wrists. my heart twisted in all kinds of agony as I gazed at his beautiful face. its sleeves rolled up to his elbows. leaving him in his silk shirt. whispering as he turned me around to face him. He looked the same yet different. too. I almost jumped in surprise when Constantijin’s hands settled on my shoulders. His blazer was hanging at the back of his chair. his golden-coppertinted hair gleaming even more brightly with the sun’s rays shining into Constantijin’s office. “Miss me?” For a moment. like he was…like he was glad to see me but wasn’t sure if I would .
feel the same. I felt immeasurably small in my flats. Smart of him. And – and I would have worn something jawdroppingly sexy instead of a rather ordinary three-piece. Lips that could have touched another woman’s lips. If I had known he’d be coming back today. Standing so close to Constantijin. I stepped back from his hold. the wave of pain crashing down on me a . cheeks. “You didn’t miss me then?” A quizzical smile appeared on his lips. I would have worn heels instead. body--I almost lost my balance.
" .” I took a deep breath. “I saw you. I wasn’t the type to beat around the bush so I just said baldly. Unlike him. Then he said simply. a blank mask falling over his gorgeous face. I took another step back. "I see. my skin crawling at the thought of being touched by hands that could have touched another woman’s just the night before. “Are you all right?” He reached out for me. “I saw you online – a bunch of photos that showed you and Selena together and even one photo showed you entering her hotel room.tangible weight.” Constantijin stilled.
he was telling me that since I didn't promise fidelity while he was away. you see?” I exploded.dammit. Cultural differences may be at work here.“What do you mean." It took me several moments to understand his meaning. almost falling to my knees at the pain his words caused. His hands went inside his pockets. "I didn't peg you to be the type to ascribe to double standards. it meant that he wasn't obliged to do the same. Basically. couldn't he have asked? "It's not like that." I told him flatly. but --. I whitened when I did. "It's exactly like that!” .
the pain of . it's not!" My fists clenched in impotent anger and hurt."No. do you?" I asked wearily. "You're the one courting me!" "So?" I couldn’t believe he could just stand there so arrogantly. You were never…” I wheezed for air. “You are the one who doesn’t get it. "You just don't get it. “I told you that I am not to be played---” “And you weren’t. and that made me more tired.” he said between clenched teeth. not even bothering to defend himself or apologize. He was angry – really angry.
I just – I just wanted him to know that it could have been really good between us. and when Constantijin looked stricken at the sound. You can ask anyone here and it's the truth. it was never my intention to hurt him. But I never entertained any suitors. I didn't even date anyone or talk to any guy beside you. I whirled . “So. which I regretted honestly because even after what I did." Constantijin was pale by the time I finished.what he was wordlessly admitting to choking me. Just that. if there’s nothing you can think of saying anymore---” An expected sob escaped. “I didn't want to promise you I wouldn't entertain suitors because I didn't want you to know how much I liked you.
Glenda was standing watch at my door. Walking straight into the rest room. her . She stopped speaking. I locked myself in the first available cubicle that I could reach. unable to bear the look of pity on his face. “The boss wants to see you so make up an excuse and then---” “Glenda. I kept my phone dead the whole weekend and when I came to work Monday. To hell with this.around.” I whispered. I hurried out of the room as quick as my new mules could carry me. And then I cried again.
and I donated them to the charity occupying an office in 7/F. The flowers followed. turning her back and walking away. all of which I rejected and deleted. and I doubted I looked any better now. “Glenda. Puffy eyes. The calls and texts came next.” She took another look at me before nodding. Thinking it was the client she had assigned to me earlier to .eyebrows shooting up when she had a closer look of my face. Charli told me I had a call in her office. red nose. trembling lips – that was how I looked when I stared at myself in the mirror this morning. On Thursday. It’s over between us. please.
” It was him. “Don’t put the phone down. much less admit to being an . giving me the strength to answer him with silence. The thought hardened me. “I was an idiot.” he rasped. Too much pillow talk talking with his dear lovely Selena. “I’m sorry. like he had wounded his throat from talking. probably.negotiate with. aiming to sound very professional as I said. this is Yanna Everleigh---” “Yanna.” Never had I expected him to apologize. “Good morning. I took it quickly.” His voice sounded raw.
push me away. Charli dealt me a speculative look when I put the phone down. forcing my tone to stay flat and emotionless even though I had an exceptionally strong urge to bawl like a baby. “It’s over. “Please don’t bother me again. client wasn’t a good match?” She knew. . He would make me fall.” I said. err. then he’d come back and make me fall for him again. “The. But it was too late. He was always so unfair.idiot – which he had been.” I whispered before ending the call.
with everyone’s presence strictly required and the dress code formal. this time with a major company event. But I couldn’t.I forced a smile. I came to the event dressed to kill. “He terminated me first. The Grecian style of my amethysttoned gown added the illusion of a more . I would have given any excuse to skip it – strangely. not when Charli told me with such a proud smile how she had managed to convince the Board to make me the host instead of hiring a professional.” ~~~~ Friday came again. the thought of seeing his parents hurt. It was the birthday of the Chairman of the Board.
managing to make my eyes look large and luminous with a dark eyeliner and dramatic eye shadow. Been there. He even gave me a hand with my makeup.” George enthused as we walked hand in hand into the hotel ballroom reserved for Kastein Inc. “You look smashing.generous cleavage to my slimmer curves while my silver heels lent me a few extra inches. George helped with my hair. . I wanted to be sure the microphone stand wouldn’t end up taller than me. done that. never wanted to feel like a midget on stage again.’s private function. The added height was necessary. which he had tied halfway up while leaving the rest to curl around my shoulders.
” I agreed airily even though inside I still felt a thousand years older and a hundred times uglier than the worst-looking troll. “See?” “It’s your makeup. . seriously.” George insisted. I blushed. a group of men from Finance whistled in appreciation. absently.” I said finally. their stares bordering on lecherous. “No.” When I did so. “Look at your right. Heartbreak and I – we we re never good companions for each other.“Totally.
“Now. most likely out of sheer nervousness. hun. making me giggle. break a leg.” Then he patted my bottom. . It’s you.He shook his head. I had only taken a few steps when I lost my footing. It wasn’t Constantijin.” He pushed me towards the side steps leading to the stage. I looked up. Heart beating madly. and would have fallen flat on my face if a pair of arms hadn’t caught me. “No. Oh. It was Mr. Fix It.
“Third time now. Yanna. I could properly appreciate his looks. I’m so sorry. but on Drake – he simply looked like an angel with a naughty sense of humor. Blushing.He helped me up slowly and I tried not to notice how his hands held my waist just a little bit longer than he should. Now that I was back in my feet.” he said with a grin. I stammered. Especially with the way he was looking at me. White tuxes were hard to carry for most men. “I know.” . and I had to admit that he brushed up quite nicely in formal attire.
” He gave me a megawatt smile that I was very sure would make my heart skip a beat if it wasn’t still in the . Y-you look good tonight. I have no complaints about being your knight in shining armor anytime. “I didn’t mean---” Then I saw the laughter in his gaze and groaned. thanks. too. “You look utterly desirable.” “Umm.” “Only for tonight?” I was horrified.Drake laughed. Yanna. his voice lowering a notch.” He hesitated then. “You’re mean!” “And I just wanted you to laugh because I think you’re nervous for no reason. “I was just kidding.
I was gaping. I absently touched my forehead as I climbed the stage. but it was too late. I reared back. thanks to overexposure to unfaithful Dutch playboy billionaires. More than a little confused. When he pulled away. receiving treatment for post-traumatic shock. “Your good luck kiss. Drake bent close. wondering if maybe – maybe I had been right all this time. Maybe Drake .” he said with a wink before walking away.emergency room. He pressed a kiss on my forehead.
” Although I had my script in hand. I had never been a limelight-hogger. The limelight swung immediately toward me as I reached the middle of the stage. I automatically beamed at the crowd. but that didn’t mean I sucked at stage presentations – or. I would like to thank you all for coming. Margaret Kastein.was the one for me and Constantijin Kastein was just the Devil’s best attempt to seduce me from my happily-ever-after romance. I barely glanced at it. Mrs. On behalf of the Kastein family. “Welcome to the 60th birthday of our beloved Chairman of the board. . knowing I was better off improvising and keeping eye contact with my audience.
Later. I had to start thinking of him impersonally now. with both my parents constantly volunteering me to act as host for every company party they threw. The moment I saw Arian’s nipple alert.in this case. I was hosting a game that had Arian as one of the contestants. I was actually good at it since my public speaking skills had been honed at an early age. looked smashing – especially with her headlights fully on. too. Our eyes met – and then we were grinning. . Most times. She. It always took guts to show up like that on stage and just so she could seduce Constan---I mean. our CEO. hosting jobs. I immediately searched for George in the crowd. You had to hand it to Arian. really.
which meant the time to dance and go wild would now officially begin. grinning. “My hands are still shaking. with one guy from Marketing actually letting out a loud whoop as he jumped high. .Two hours later. “Thank you!” I blew them a goodbye kiss. and I dished out my last speech for the night. and we exchanged hugs. George was waiting for me. pretending to catch my air kiss. and the crowd went wild. declaring the end of the “official” event. Laughter and applause still rang clearly in the background as I went down the stage.” I confessed.
” Still clasping each other’s hands. God! That had been hard. "My mother wanted to congratulate . we turned toward the sound. George and I quickly released each other. faces flaming. hosting a party for a Fortune 500 corporation and with over a thousand employees from all levels attending. it was Constantijin with his mother. “Ahem. “You were fantastic there!” We looked at each other and then we started jumping like crazy.George rolled his eyes. Oh my God.
Constantijin’s hair was brushed up in a slick style. He was.the host for a job well done. but no. It should have made him look totally sleazy and old. its beautiful cut emphasizing the impressive width of his shoulders and his . Even so. darn it. I couldn’t help stealing a peek at his looks. like. like. And I was." Constantijin said. too wet to be true right now. He was all Old World glamour. too hot to be true. and his blazer even had coattails. his eyes on me while my eyes were on – anywhere but him. he just looked nobler – like a freaking European prince. Bad mistake.
. Constantijin’s mother was beautiful. Kastein. “Mom. Mrs. “George.” George and I murmured in unison. Yanna. a moth addicted to getting burnt time and time again. but I resisted the magnetic pull of his gaze.” I could feel Constantijin willing me to look at him. this is the woman I’ve been telling you about – Yanna – and her friend George. I hated how even after everything that he had done. I still felt drawn to him. They are both the new executives in our marketing department.height. may I present to you my mother. Margaret Kastein?” “Good evening.
an older and feminine version of him in fact.said with a warm smile. her age only adding a timeless quality to her beauty. made of snowy-white faux fur. the traitor. But when she looked at me. made her look even smaller. Excuse me. She was quite petite. I think my friend just arrived. my dear. "You really did well there. She had a stately air about her. I knew right away this . There was speculation in her bright blue eyes when she turned to me after speaking with George. George suddenly craned his neck.” He disappeared not an instant later. and her stole." Margaret – or Marge as she prettily asked us to call her . which matched her black figure hugging gown. “Oh.
woman was the type to have no problems at all wearing the pants in the family. t-thanks.” . away from the crowd.” “Umm. she probably did. I stammered.” Before I knew it. And since she w a s our Chairman. “You were a natural on stage. lagging a few steps. Constantijin followed behind us. and I did my best to ignore the way he continued staring at me. Realizing that she was waiting for an answer. “I’m just honored Charli thought I could handle the job. she had taken my arm and we were strolling toward the outer edges of the party.
“Is something wrong?” . so impressed of my hosting duties that she was adding a zero to my salary. never mind if hosting had nothing to do with marketing research. What if he felt guilty and thought this was a way to say sorry? Disappointment made my shoulders droop a little. But then I realized that if she did promote me or give me a pay hike. but who was I to say that? For a moment. it could very well be due to Constantijin. She could be. like. I wondered if this was a prelude to a pay raise.I had a feeling we were walking aimlessly.
Without even looking over her shoulder. my dear.” My jaw dropped. Happy birthday. I’m sorry I forgot to greet you again. please. And relieved that I survived hosting your birthday. which sounded too gusty for someone who looked so refined. she told her son. Kastein. “But you can call also call me ‘Mom’ if you want.” “It’s okay and Marge. “Oh my God. Forcing a smile.” I froze then added in a rush. she was intuitive.” Her eyes twinkled. She let out a laugh.God. I will call you when I am done.” I heard Constantijin . “Leave us for a while. I said.” “Mother. “I’m just giddy. Mrs.
darling. I was so not fooled. . But this time.” I twisted my head around and was stunned to see Constantijin actually leaving. She beamed. Marge’s voice became steely.say from behind in a warning tone. that made it official then. When I looked back. “Oh.” I silently begged to differ. you have no reason to be afraid of little ole me. Marge was smiling prettily again. “Ma’am?” I asked very respectfully. “Leave. Yes. Marge was definitely the boss in their family.
. yes?” Who knew Constantijin would be such a tattletale? Coughing.” she sighed. so this was where Constantijin inherited his smirking ways! “Dear. Oh my God. “Umm…” She smirked.“You and my son are at odds with each other.” Something in her tone made me stiffen. “there is something I have to tell you about my son. I said vaguely.
I love him. I’ll tell you why. really. She sighed again. “It’s my fault. one eyebrow lifting. at the other end of the ballroom. When he saw us looking at him. when you are with him longer.“He’s an ass.” She glanced around. He stood opposite us. but hey. his head cocked to the side in askance. one way or another. a glass of some dark-colored liquor in his hands. I probably have to.” Okaaaaay. but he’s an ass. “Maybe someday. if she wanted to call Constantijin the A-word then I didn’t have any problem with that. her eyes looking for Constantijin. he’s my son.” . Totally did not see that coming.
She answered with a smirk. In a few seconds. Constantijin grinned at his mother. not with Margaret smiling at us expectantly and everyone looking our way. Margaret suddenly lifted her hand and waved.Her words were so cryptic I couldn’t help wondering what she and Constantijin seemed to be hiding from the whole world.” . Whoa! “I…” I couldn’t really say ‘no’. Constantijin was at our side and Margaret was telling him to take me to the dance floor. “You’re welcome.
And then Constantijin was whisking me to the dance floor. his hands spanning my waist as the DJ played a slow jam mix of something by One Republic and Ne-Yo.” I forced myself to smile when I realized that a lot of people were looking at us. Acting stiff was expected – he was t h e CEO and I was n o t . I stood stiffly in the circle of his arms. But God. it felt so incredibly good to be back in his arms. "Look at me.but looking angry meant having something more than what's right between us. Yanna. ." "No. Too good.
and I didn’t .” Can’t believe him. “You didn’t want to talk to me.” I kept my gaze stubbornly over his shoulders even though my stomach twisted at the ragged sincerity in his voice. I told her everything. can’t listen to him. “I’m sorry.Constantijin said harshly.” My head jerked up at that. “I fucked up. “You what?” His eyes bored into me. can’t--“I talked to my mom about you.
your mom?” Constantijin bit out.” “B-but why your mom?” “Do I look like the kind to have a platonic girl friend?” He had a point. “Seriously. Do you prefer I had talked to your boss instead?” Darn it. “It was either my mom or Charli. He had a point with that. Constantijin seemed visibly struggling to find the next words to say. and I couldn’t help but stare at him even as my whole body prickled in acute awareness . but…I glared up at him.know how to reach out to you. It was rare for him to be lost for words. too.
his hands tightening around my waist. He said roughly. but other than that---I never found a reason to tie myself to one woman. never been interested in being faithful. he said. “Yanna---I never had a relationship in my whole life. his scent.of his nearness.” I tripped – or would have if he hadn’t swiftly caught me. “There was a girl I dated briefly when I was in my teens. never giving me a .” His grip tightening even more. My eyes were locked with his. “Never?” I whispered. which blazed with emotion. his very hardness. “I hated how you always seemed to have the upper hand between us.
That alone was enough to remind me we had an audience.straight answer---” “Because you were asking things you didn’t have the right to ask!” I half shrieked. and a very interested one at that. I added. “I should leave now---” . wicked grin I so loved reappeared on his lips when I made a face at him. Lowering my voice belatedly. Constantijin coughed. “Sir.” His eyes laughed at me.” I muttered. and the secretive. “People are going to talk about us tomorrow.
” His hands tightening around my waist. Yanna. replaced by a furious glitter. Constantijin. Give me another chance and it will be different this time. I mumbled.” The laughter was gone from his eyes.“No. “Don’t go. but it won’t change things. Shaking my head. but he’s already hurt and left me ha ngi ng t w i c e . I can say it again and again.” “Constantijin---” “I’m sorry I fucked up. "I forgive you.” I so badly wanted to believe him. but---” “One more chance. . Constantijin muttered. “We still haven’t talked about us.
“Fine. but it was too late.” Then he was walking me back . no.” I said. As he did. Constantijin’s gotten under my skin again and he’s found his way back to my heart. no. my head shrilly protested.” The music we were swaying to switched tempos. “Just give me time and space to think. “But I want you to know…it’s not just sex between us. he said. and he suddenly whirled me around.” No.” Just when I thought that was all he was going to say – and that was frankly disappointing – Constantijin spoke again. “You matter to me.That’s all I ask. Yanna.
or at least I thought it had been for him until now.to George. Constantijin with his overtly sexual magnetism took my breath away. I was literally shell shocked for more than a few minutes. You matter to me. Oh my God. his cock a weapon I was helpless against. oh my God. But Constantijin actually growing a heart? “George. and I was dying to tell someone about what had just happened.” I was back to being talkative. it had always been sex between us. From the very first time we met. . unable to believe that Constantijin Kastein had made such a declaration.
” It was all I could manage to say. It was the very first time he made me feel soft and mushy rather than hot and wet. “George. too.” Constantijin liked me. I turned to George again. He cared for me. I know. “I know. hon. I couldn’t help laughing. my heart still melting at Constantijin’s words. George patted my hand. intending to share with him what Constantijin’s parting words were – so .George took one look at my smitten expression and started laughing. It was…a good feeling. I was pretty sure of it now.
“Care to dance. Dear Lord. Ms. it would be Constantijin who would be fixing my problems since he liked me. In the future. In a little while.much better than the last time. weren’t they? Instead I found myself staring at Mr. Fix It instead. I had to stop thinking of him as the guy who fixed my problems. Stop jumping to conclusions. was in lo--Bad Yanna. Drake. I looked over my shoulder. I mean. Everleigh?” Without thinking. searching for a pair of silvery eyes. cared for me. I found Constantijin’s wry gaze taking the . Because he couldn’t be that. bad Yanna.
situation in. I let out a sigh of relief, amazed that he wasn’t going berserk. My phone beeped. Heart racing, knowing who it was from even before I saw Constantijin’s name on my screen, I clicked his message open. Don’t think I’m not jealous. I am. Too fucking much. The words made me smile, my toes curl, and my face heat up. Ah. Constantijin and his rudely romantic words – what did it say about me that I couldn’t get enough of his unique way of showing I, umm, mattered?
Drake offered his hand. “Shall we?” Taking it, I laughed when he immediately whisked me to the dance floor with a little twirl. I had a great time dancing with him – and any number of other men. There wasn’t a moment I had to myself, with one guy after another asking to dance with me. And I did, with all of them. They flattered me outrageously and asked for my number. I felt like the belle of the ball, but even I knew it wasn’t because I was the prettiest girl in the room. It was because they thought Constantijin Kastein was interested in me – and I had rebuffed him. That got my
“market value” rise pretty high in the men’s eyes. Constantijin wasn’t doing anything to stop the speculations, standing next to his mother throughout the evening, never dancing with anyone else. An hour later, my phone beeped again and I couldn’t get it out fast enough. Dance with me again? Smiling, I typed my reply. No. Let me see what you could say to that, I thought, almost humming to myself. A waiter offered me champagne and though I normally didn’t drink any
kind of liquor, I found myself accepting a flute. My phone beeped just as I was lifting the glass to my lips. Have sex with me? I choked on my champagne.
Sometimes, you have to make a choice with your billionaire: To fuck or be fucked up. It was a Monday again, and I had two snowflakes and a mysterious red-colored Post-It stuck to my LCD screen. By now, I had totally given up beating Charli to work. I had even arrived an hour earlier than my call time one day but lo and behold, Charli was already sipping her cappuccino in her office by the time I rushed in.
The first sticky note was a congratulatory message. Or at least I assumed it was since 70% of it was written in French. One day, I really had to tell Charli that my multilingual skills didn’t exactly extend to her native tongue. The second snowflake had me gulping. Do you think smutty manga set in high school will be accepted by American TV audience? Explain and present. Due Friday. Just my luck to get this question…this would have been so much more suitable for Arian, who had no qualms talking about anything sexual in
public. In last Friday’s event, I totally heard her ask Constantijin very innocently if he thought her breasts were too huge. Yeah. I know. I totally wanted to puke after that. Staring at Charli’s troubling sticky note, I mulled over my choices. God, smut in high school was, like, so difficult to tackle. If you thought bedroom and smutty scenes in Gossip Girls or Vampire Diaries were hot, wait until you r e a d shoujo manga by, say, Kanan Minami. That girl totally redefined high school sex. Peeking at George, I saw him frowning similarly on his own snowflakes. “Huge assignment for
Friday?” He nodded, saying feelingly, “Super-y.” I laughed, the nervous knots in my stomach easing a bit at George’s newest made-up word. I loved it when he did that. Glancing back at my LCD, I realized that I still had one Post-It left. Unfolding it, I recognized the bold scrawl immediately. Constantijin. Just the thought of him writing this note had me catching my breath. It felt like he was writing me a love letter, which was totally romantic and totally unlike him. I loved it.
That’s not the answer I was hoping for. but I was smiling the whole time I worked. I snatched my phone from my bag. I didn’t bother answering. It was already half-past twelve by the time George nagged me to have lunch with him. which meant no playing hooky for George.MISS YOU. Apparently. the official boyfriend of the guy from 25/F was having lunch here. He texted me back immediately. even for the usual lunch crowd. The cafeteria was noisier than usual. unable to keep myself from replying. It . I texted him. Got your sticky note.
Well. Men actually nudged each other when I walked past them. with my four-inch heels causing me to tower over him. If it was. “You’re an overnight sensation. honey. and some of them even winked at me. did I hope that was true.seemed like everyone was still talking about last Friday’s party. It wasn’t an easy feat. most of the women stared at me. then that meant all this weird furor would be gone by tomorrow – right? . Boy. and everyone I passed by either congratulated me or stared at me. As for the men--I found myself wriggling closer and closer to George until I was practically hiding behind him.” George exclaimed.
minus his usual tie. I had recognized Constantijin’s voice but a part of me couldn’t believe I’d see him again this early.As George and I queued up at the American station. Stay calm. oh my--It was him. and I . stay calm. trying to ignore the way my heart was near to popping out of my chest in excitement. Constantijin looked utterly sophisticated and gorgeous in his black and white suit. “Late lunch?” Oh my God. I told myself as I summoned up a smile to my lips. a voice behind me asked. oh my God. Of course it was him. His eyes possessively roamed over me.
tried not to squirm when his gaze slowly traveled down my bare legs. “do you think I’ll ever miss a chance to see you shining?” Oh. Remembering his question belatedly.” he said very gently. “Friday’s presentation.” He nodded sympathetically. Someone please help me keep my heart still or I’d be melting any second. dear. “You’ll be there?” “Yanna. . I grabbed my just filled-up tray as I said. right?” My eyes widened. “Charli gave us a lot of work for this week.
and I reluctantly moved away. “Enjoy your lunch. too.“Next.” I said shyly. George had already found us a table.” he murmured. and he was grinning at me widely when I joined him.” the waitress in front of me said impatiently. He smiled. I floated. “Sir?” She bent close to take Constantijin’s tray. Then her eyes lit up when she saw Constantijin next to me." George told me . “You. Yanna. "Your face is red.
I heard that before. "It’s just so hot. That seemed to be their cue and they all launched into their own .as I placed my tray on the table. yeah. I guess." George smirked. I found myself suddenly surrounded by a small group of guys. and I recognized them as some of the most recently hired batch of sales agents. “Err…yes?” I asked hesitantly. "Is it?" I controlled the urge to fan myself. About to dish out another retort. “I mean it!” “Yeah.” He made me feel defensive and embarrassed at the same time.
. like. thinking it was time I admitted how irresistible he was. A few minutes later. Still fucking jealous. He’d probably be. making me giggle. but those three words had me giddy and confused all day.conversations at once. The next minute I was annoyed. all arrogant and smirking. thinking about those words over and over. I didn’t reply. One minute I was all excited. telling myself that I shouldn’t be this happy. my phone beeped. he wouldn’t be as happy as I was. If I sent Constantijin the same kind of text. in the middle of an embarrassingly flattering conversation with the guys about how I so did not look pretty.
like. savoring the release of tension from my muscles and joints. by the time I finished with work. I only got as far as sounding as Reese Witherspoon’s Legally Blonde . Usually. when I panicked. Constantijin hadn’t called me for. I knew I shouldn’t. hours.The digital clock chimed at seven p. Yanna. caring--Stop. but I was. like. and I was all alone in the office since George had already left an hour earlier. This see-saw thing Constantijin and I was in was turning me more and more into Alicia Silverstone during her Clueless days. I stretched my arms over my head slowly and leisurely. super mad at myself for. And I was.m. be all messed up about it. like. like.
God. Oh. Relax. . Yanna. “Tired?” I froze. I saw Constantijin leaning against the doorway. Why was he here? Turning around slowly. This was. minus his blazer. I had to stop obsessing over Constantijin. revealing more of his gloriously hard chest than usual. My. stretching again. Sighing. I tiptoed. like. I clicked the function key shortcut to save my file and got to my feet.character. so much worse. shirt hanging loose over his pants and several buttons undone.
He had texted me just this afternoon about having to leave the office early. I had texted back with a simple T C message. where are you going next?" "Yanna?" "Mmm?" He walked towards me and stopped ." I started fixing my things. "I came here to pick up certain documents and I saw the lights were still on here. all the while trying not to think how boyfriend-like he sounded. "So."I thought you'd be out the whole day." I blurted out." "Oh.
He was smart – really smart! I knew he couldn't have been a billionaire without being smart. "Yanna. leaving a few feet of distance between us." I lied. I hated that he did that – putting space between us. I shrugged uneasily. "Why do I have a feeling that something's not right?" he drawled. I continued fixing my things but it was a delaying tactic that couldn't last longer than a minute. I knew it was silly of me. "I don't know. I forced myself to ." His voice held a warning note. but that was how I felt.just before my cubicle. For some reason.
My super big tactless . The moment I started speaking." I burst out.look back at him. too! You talk to me like it's an everyday thing and yet when I'm with you it's like I can't breathe!" And then I realized what I had just revealed. it's weird! Every time. "Every time you look at me. He raised a brow. I think of you. it's weird! And I don't think it's fair because it's not as if you find it weird. it was as if I couldn't stop. I gasped and slapped my hands over my mouth. "It's just that---" Damn! How should I say this? "What is it?" "It's weird.
.mouth! But when I looked at Constantijin." he retorted. "What?" "How do you think I feel? All the fucking men here can look and talk to you freely but I'm not allowed to do that. am I? I'm the one who's courting you but I can't tell anyone that and I can't warn the other guys off!" He shot me another look of irritation. "Maybe you're not just as sensitive as you think you are. He actually looked. he wasn't smiling like I feared he would.furious. "And you think I'm not affected?" Wow...
I sighed. It took every ounce of my control but I succeeded. "You understand.I wanted to throw myself at him after that but I controlled myself. But it's too soon. right?" . I lifted my shoulders helplessly. "Good!" He glared at me. I wanted to comfort him but I didn't know how." I looked at him pleadingly. "I know you're impatient. So I'm really happy to see that I affect you. Or maybe I wasn't ready yet. Just too soon. Constantijin. "Do you want me to lie? You're out of my league." "Will I fucking court you if you didn't?" he snarled.
. Yanna. “Maybe I can drive you home tonight?” Sports car or bus? It was a no-brainer. "But you have to trust me one day. But we need to get past it. “Maybe next time. both our gazes shuttered to hide the emotions we were feeling. You either do or don't.then there's no point for me to continue courting you. right?" I nodded.” I replied just as slowly.He placed his hands inside his pockets and nodded. We stared at each other. He said slowly. I know I fucked up. Bus was so much safer for . If you don't.. I've already owed up to it.
That felt very symbolic for me and for one instant. . He stiffened. He stepped aside. all right?” I waited for him to leave. see you tomorrow.my heart. “So. in a bad way. his face impassive. I could imagine how excruciating it would feel if he really did step aside and stopped coming after me. to say something – to do anything just so I could be more certain of where I stood with him. I forced a smile. Constantijin finally glanced at me. and I knew it was because he wasn’t the type who experienced rejection so easily. My heart skipped a beat.
but now I realized that I was doing the same thing with him. I felt his gaze on me all the way out of my office. Something had to give.” he said just as politely. . and it scared me. Walking past him with trembling legs.“See you tomorrow. It wasn’t right and yet – everything else I could do felt wrong. but I just wasn’t sure what. I hated how he used to blow hot and cold with me.
The days of the week seemed especially long when I thought about Constantijin but it seemed too short when I focused on my work.Lesson #8 The only kind of threesome that your billionaire understands will have something to do with you and another woman. Did I trust him? Did I love him or was I just blinded by how gorgeous and . I still couldn't make my mind up about him.
and when I looked at the enormous gold-plated crucifix before me. I realized that what I wanted to pray for was not something I should pray for. Wednesday was slightly better. I mean. Constantijin had asked if I wanted to go out. Constantijin had called me up.seductive he was? Tuesday was awkward. We knelt on the pew side by side. but he wasn’t his usual wickedly teasing self and I had a feeling we were both relieved when he received an urgent request for a business meeting over Skype with his assistant in Netherlands. and on impulse I invited him to accompany me to church. God was. like. our .
please. I waited with bated breath the whole time for Constantijin to make a move but he didn’t. I had a hard time remembering what the movie was about. We watched a movie. When we got home. please make things okay between Constantijin and me because I want him to be the one to take my virginity. In the darkness of the theater. but I could easily write a fifty-page commentary about how good Constantijin smelled.Dad in heaven right? So I couldn’t very well pray Dear God. Thursday was also fine. his scent – which had a hint of spiciness from his cologne – weaved a seductive spell that literally had me shaking in an effort not to be the first one to touch him. .
What should I do with you? And then Friday arrived. only this time I got a stage that kept getting grander and grander. bigger than the previous one we were in. this one even had actual twenty-foot stage curtains. I . and I was about to make another presentation. We were in yet another conference room. with tight fitting long sleeves and which hugged my figure to perfection. I almost felt like Goldilocks. and when I heard George finishing his presentation.Oh. Constantijin. I was up last again. I had on a short turtleneck black dress. I checked my reflection on the mirror one last time. hopping from one increasingly large bed to another. In fact.
I knew it was silly but so what? It was what gave me false confidence. The Future of Smut: Japanese Style in the US Market There are two ways of looking at Japanese styled smut. The other is to describe it as those containing suggestive or sexually explicit . Yes.also had my reading glasses on – not because I needed it (I only used it at night) but more because I wanted to look sexy and serious at the same time. One is to consider it soft porn or the more decent version of hentai.
but at least they can’t ever blame our company for not taking the opportunity to educate . chooses to adapt smutty manga for American television. Sex between high school couples on TV is something we’re used to seeing – but not to the extent of how it’s drawn in manga. If Kastein Inc. Parents can say all they want about the sex. And I know that at the end of the day. If we have to make our own version of its ending. sexy. I only propose one thing: show the consequences of high school sex. It’s a lot more graphic. so be it. But…sex sells. and just plain hot – it can easily cause public outrage.scenes that are nevertheless tastefully rendered and add something to the story. sensual. that matters a lot.
younger viewers about the harsher realities of unprotected and unplanned sex. When I finished my report, I almost cried. S e x was not a word I could so easily say to a roomful of people and for several times, my voice even cracked while I was talking. It was hard because I wasn’t even sure if what I was suggesting was the right thing. All I knew was that it was what I believed in. But then people started clapping as they got to their feet. When the lights were switched on, I immediately saw Constantijin standing at the back of the room, clapping as well, his eyes warm as
he gazed at me. As Charli took the stage, I could feel Constantijin’s gaze following me, and I became even more flustered and giddy. When I got down, I turned towards his direction – and ended up staring at Arian, whose eyes threw daggers at me. I quickly turned around and made a detour to George instead. Now was not yet the right time to have a face-off with her over Constantijin. Charli joked about me being the right choice for such a topic. She said that I was a good symbol of America’s "conservative regions" because I couldn’t even utter the word ‘sex’ without cringing. I blushed on cue and that got the
whole crowd laughing even more. Word quickly got around about the positive outcome of our conference. When George and I walked out of our office, almost everyone we passed by congratulated us. Honestly, it made me feel like a superstar. A superstar who was walking at snail’s pace because there was this one person who hadn’t congratulated me yet. “Yanna?” George called impatiently. I paused next to the drinking station. “Umm, I’m thirsty. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.” It was a lie, of course. I
was waiting for Constantijin. Surely he should be appearing any moment now? Bending down, I gulped several mouthfuls of water. By the time I straightened, someone already stood next to me. My heart started beating fast. It was--Not Constantijin. Drake’s grin turned wry. “Disappointed it’s me?” I was instantly horrified. “Oh, no! No, absolutely!” God, I sucked at lying. His grin widened. “It’s all right. I just wanted to congratulate you. I heard you did a really great job this
afternoon. The way Drake looked at me never failed to make me feel desirable and self-conscious all at the same time.” “Thanks. Drake cleared his throat and I glanced up in surprise because this was the first time he sounded less than his usual confident self.” I was doing my best not to blush but it was impossible. It was just too bad I already felt like I.” I . belonged to someone else. well. “So…this is going to come out of the blue but I’d really love to take you out sometime – celebrate your future promotion maybe?” “There’s no promotion.
This was so not good. Shit. Constantijin gave us a curt nod before walking back to his office. “Mr. Oh. following my gaze and was visibly startled when he saw Constantijin looking at us.protested laughingly. shit! Had he heard Drake asking me out? Drake turned around curiously. “But seriously. Kastein. his gaze shuttered. .” he murmured in greeting. how about dinner?” “Uhh…” And that was when I noticed Constantijin standing just a short distance away.
I stammered.” When he walked away. Oh my God – I had said I was going out with Constantijin Kastein! Disappointment colored Drake’s tone. I had said it. Was he mad? Did . waiting for him to come out. I glanced at the door to Constantijin’s office expectantly.” There. My loss then. “Ah. Head bowed down in dismay. making me feel guilty as he said graciously. I’m…I’m going out with someone already. I slowly walked toward where George might still be waiting. But minutes passed and he didn’t. “I’m sorry I can’t.Turning to Drake. Oh.
I had already been hauled inside. “Constantijin!” “Did you say ‘yes’?” he snarled. Shaking my head. his hands slamming against the wall at each side of my head.” . I said breathlessly. the door slamming shut behind me. effectively imprisoning me in the circle of his arms – and I knew that there was no better place I’d like to be. Before I knew it.he think I was--The door to Constantijin’s office opened as I almost walked past it. and Constantijin was scowling at me. a look of fury and jealousy in his face as he pushed me to the wall. “No.
” Shit. he kept staring at me and I was starting to get nervous. But this time. Damn. . Whenever he was jealous. Fuck. Constantijin suddenly stepped away. “This isn’t going to work. I expected him to.I so badly wanted him to kiss me now. What was he saying? It was ironic how those words also made me realize I was halfway to falling in love with Constantijin – had been so from the very start. that was what he did. My heart stilled. In fact.
“I see. eyes narrowed. So I pushed myself off the wall and said stiffly.” “It’s useless. "I'm sorry. "Then what's your answer?" "I---" Wait. Constantijin’s face showed his surprise. Yanna.” he continued. What did he say? I .But I had my pride. raking a hand through his hair." I told him tonelessly. "Yes. What else was there to say? I sure as heck wasn’t going to beg him to come back. I know I promised but---" "It's okay." He looked at me. "It's okay?" I forced myself to look nonplussed.
It was hell not to touch you even though I had you alone with me all those nights. as if waiting for an answer.." What did he mean? "I don't need you to say you’ll go out with me right away but if you could just give me a goddamn clue about how you feel. “The whole week had been fucking hard. I wanted you to realize that it isn’t just sex between us.. “Say . "Well.cleared my throat. he growled. When I still didn’t – couldn’t – speak. I was willing to wait but when I saw that boy hitting on you again---” He glanced at me. Constantijin tossed me an accusing glance." he muttered.
my heart had died. with how crazy I was about him? I looked at him and felt my heart melting even more. I wanted to laugh hysterically. for fuck’s sake!” How could I when he had totally taken me by surprise? When he said things weren’t working between us.something. A chance? Didn’t he know he had hundreds of them. He made my . And then now. he was saying in not so many words that all that he couldn’t go on without me giving him even the smallest sign that we still had a chance to be together.
I'm ready for this. I inhaled several times more.heart feel like ice cream fried by a desert sun. I supposed I looked like a ghost right now. “I…I…” I couldn’t say it! . I inhaled deeply several times. I could actually feel the blood leaving my system and I was just contemplating what I was about to do. Okay. Not. all soft and gooey with just one emotion-filled glance from his silvery eyes. This was such a huge step for me. "Yanna?" His tone was alarmed.
his tongue dancing with mine. “Yes.” I choked out. and I felt him gasp against my lips. That had me smiling and I closed my eyes in utter bliss when Constantijin recovered from his shock and took over.So I decided to just do it instead. his turn to be taken by surprise as I flung myself at him. . my lips fortunately landing squarely on his lips. “Yan---” He grunted. “Is this for real?” he whispered against my lips. My tongue immediately darted inside his mouth. his hands immediately hauling me close as he deepened the kiss.
making my toes curl. I threw back my head and moaned. . throwing it with my bra to the floor. his voice strongly accented. and then he was sucking my already pointed nipple. “Constantijin.” I could feel myself blushing all over at his stare. “Hold your breasts for me.The kiss changed from sweet to hot in an instant. I followed his command. and then he was staring at my breasts almost worshipfully. plumping my breasts up as if waiting for his approval.” he ordered. A low sexy growl escaped his mouth. With shaking hands. Constantijin had my blouse unbuttoned in seconds.
This made him suck harder and of course it made me moan louder. He swept me in his arms and mine went around his neck. Constantijin used his foot to pull his executive chair from behind the desk and into the middle of the room. He lowered me gently to it and I watched in breathless fascination as he pulled my skirt and lacy briefs down. I was still breathing hard. Then he was staring at my sex. It was a cycle that had us both panting in desire in seconds. I immediately tried to close my . tossing them to the floor as well. my breasts crazily sensitive and aching every time I bounced in his arms as he moved.
“Open wider. I lifted my legs and placed one on each armrest.” Striving to get past my embarrassment. I pushed my thighs to open wider with my hands.” Slowly. “Do it.thighs. I gasped when Constantijin suddenly knelt down and I gasped again when he parted my folds as widely open as my thighs. Yanna. Constantijin’s face was implacable. “Place your legs over the arm rests. . but his harsh-sounding ‘no’ stopped me.” I froze.
his eyes glittering with fierce desire as he warned me with silky softness. It was impossible not to. And then his tongue was on me again and I screamed.” My entire body shaking. I pressed my hands harder against my thighs to keep it spread open. with his tongue entering my fully opened sex. He was unmerciful. whimpering as I saw his head slowly descending. “Don’t let go of your thighs.“Constantijin!” I had to scream his name. his tongue thrusting in and out in a furiously fast rhythm that had the entire room whirling around me. He lifted his head. . Keep it open for me.
I was so out of my mind with desire and I felt myself perversely pulling my thighs wider open even though what I really wanted to do was to grasp his hair so I could make him kiss me more deeply.” The smirk I hated and loved was on his face and I retorted breathlessly. “I think I want you to beg. “Not on your---aaaah. “What do I think?” he murmured. “Do you like it?” “Wh-what do you think?” I managed to gasp. Constantijin lifted his head again.” Constantijin was now sucking my clit while shoving one finger into me at the .
My hips rose to meet his mouth and finger even as I kept pushing them to spread wider.” he commanded between sucking hard on my clit and I struggled to obey him even though I felt myself stretched beyond my limits. every common sense obliterated by my need for him and what he could do to my body. “Constantijin. Yanna?” “Yes.” I cried out. please!” One hand went under my .same time. “Beg for it.” he growled. “Are you ready to come. “Wider. I was gone now.
a little dazed at first and then I was blushing when I saw his smile. I screamed as I shattered. I woke up in Constantijin’s arms in his couch. my hands instinctively pressing my legs flat on the armrest as my essence kept pouring out. his other fingers thrusting in deep and hard into my core. spread on top of him like a harem slave intent on being turned into a human blanket.” He pressed a kiss to my hair. I was still completely naked and he . My entire body tingled at his kiss.buttocks and then he was lifting me up at the same time he bit my clit. I blinked. “Welcome back. It made me remember what had just happened. schat.
Lord.” I giggled. “It’s true. . and my breath caught at the gentle smile on his lips.” Oh. I wrapped my arms more tightly around him. He lifted my chin. Constantijin in a tender mood was a sight to behold. It should have felt wrong but it didn’t. A surprisedsounding chuckle escaped him before he wrapped his arms around me as well. I snuggled closer. but you feel fucking good in my arms.was still fully dressed. “Damn. mostly because I liked knowing that I had the right to do this.
fuck. What did I say? Constantijin choked. I was going to have sex with Constantijin someday! “What are you thinking?” “That you’d take my virginity someday?” Oh.” I admitted shyly. I blushed. And under me. too.“It feels good. What had I done? What was going to happen? There was no turning back now! Oh my God. . I found myself slowly getting panicking. I felt him stirring to life. As the minutes passed.
and unapologetically confident grin was his only answer. and I gasped.” Faking a frown. remembering belatedly that I was still naked and he was not. Constantijin said. I retorted. . sexy. “It’s not the right time yet but soon – very soon – I will take your virginity. “Confident much?” A slow. It was enough to have my body heat up. Cupping my face. wondering how I could get myself dressed again when my clothes were all over his office. he grinned. I looked around wildly.Seeing that. Then his eyes trailed down.
. feeling even shyer as he picked up my bra first. sweetheart. nipping it before letting go and grinning up at me.Constantijin chuckled.” He stood right after. “Constantijin!” But it was too late. My hands curled around his shoulders helplessly as he tongued my clit playfully and sweetly. I stood there. carrying me in his arms effortlessly before letting me carefully slide down to my feet. My body tingled as Constantijin pressed one kiss on each nipple before putting my bra back on and even clipping it for me. Then he knelt down. “Let me help you dress.
placing more tender kisses on my skin as I did. “You…” Words failed me and I could only continue glaring at him impotently as he lifted one of my legs up. I was a shaking mess. Constantijin pulled it up with exquisite slowness. pressing a tender kiss on my foot before putting my lacy briefs back on.Breathless and aching. When both legs were in. By the time he was done. Why did nobody tell me sexual infatuation didn’t just make fools of us? It made sluts of us. and all I could think about was why? Why wasn’t he going to take my virginity now? Oh. and when our eyes met I had a sinking feeling he . I glared down at him. Lord. too! He chuckled again.
sweetheart. “I asked you a question. Oh. the mind boggled! “…Yanna?” I blinked up at him.knew exactly what my thoughts were. Constantijin Kastein was fixing my collar. “Sorry?” He frowned. “I want to savor you. Constantijin. who practically delegated everything he had to do to his countless minions.” .” he murmured even as he gently fixed the collar of my blouse. I was fascinated with every movement of his hand and more so by the thoughts and feelings behind his actions.
” I heard myself saying – well. “Sorry. God. “I was just thinking. lying – “what others would say if we get caught.” His eyes narrowed. fine. “Get caught…by whom? The boy who keeps hitting on you?” It honestly took me more than a few seconds to remember who he was . even that small action w a s sexy – enough to have my body tingling again. He raised a brow.Giving him a sheepish smile. I was…” I bit my lip. I said. not wanting to let him know how near to obsessed I was with every little thing he did.
referring as a ‘boy’. Constantijin. That is all they have to know. And no – I wasn’t referring to him. I’m referring to everyone working here. “Yanna – I mean it when I said I will not make the same mistakes again.” I shook my head stubbornly. It’s too soon. Laughingly. We have to give…give this thing between us some time – give us time to adjust before we let others know about it. “No. what is there to worry about? You are m y woman.” He took a long hard look at my face. I said. From .” “He i s a boy and as for everyone else. “You and I both know Drake is not a boy.
If things got bad between us again. “And I will not tolerate any other man in your life.here on. “Just…just give me . I knew I would be the one suffering more between the two of us. The two of us – no other women…” His eyes narrowed once more. But I had to stand my ground on this. his voice chilling as he finished. I do not even want to see you glance at any other man or even hear another man’s name on your tongue. but it wasn’t fear I was feeling. A part of me still couldn’t believe that he wanted me – that I mattered to him enough for him to dislike the idea of me having anything to do with any other man.” The possessiveness in Constantijin’s gaze and words made me shiver. it will just be you and I.
. And that’s it. When I turned around. Please?” Just when I thought I had hit a brick wall Constantijin’s expression relented. letting me go only to lock the door before pulling me close again.at least a week. he walked us out of his office. He wasn’t alone either. softening marginally as he said. a quizzical look on his face.” Curving an arm around my waist. I almost jumped in fright since the boy Constantijin so loved talking about was in front of us. Behind him. “ A week. the department Drake worked in as well. I saw at least five familiar faces from Finance.
intentions were just that – intentions. The truth was. This was what I so didn’t want to happen. but --. I didn’t have yet the courage to have everyone know that Constantijin and I were dating. Yanna. Everyone would think I was the floozy who didn’t know better. shit. getting what I deserved.” Drake’s drawl made me look back at him. people wouldn’t think I was a girlfriend he dumped. and the smile in his face was as friendly and as flattering as before. “Hello. If he ended up breaking my heart again. I believed Constantijin when he told me he was going to be faithful to me.Oh. He had his blazer draped on one arm while holding his brief .
Honestly. The way his gaze lingered on my body. I felt Constantijin suddenly tense. and unbuttoned low enough to reveal a sprinkling of chest hair. its tails hanging loose over his pants. “We just finished brainstorming. Behind me. the way his eyes were so shamelessly appreciating every curve and inch of skin he saw – I couldn’t help but blush.” he continued. I’d be such a liar if I said that I wasn’t momentarily dazzled at how sexy Drake looked right now.case and several folders. as if he had sensed my . His polo had its sleeves rolled to his elbows.
He wanted me t-to provide the latest work schedules of the cast for the potential TV adaptation of Hana Kimi for U. I stammered. Mr.” In the periphery of my eye. I panicked and moved away before he could reach me. Oh. Drake blinked when I was suddenly several feet away from all of them and just a short distance away from . Realizing that Drake was waiting for me to answer. shit. I saw Constantijin finally turn around. When I saw him about to curve his arm around my waist.S. Kastein.blushes and didn’t like it. “I…was working overtime for. uhh.
I said. “Umm. but Drake beat me to speaking. Drake had already reached my side and taking my bag from me. I know you just take the bus but at this time of the night – even independent girls like you need to take more care.” By the time I managed to close my gaping mouth. “B-but…” “I’ll worry about you endlessly if I let you go home alone . my mind whirling at the unexpected turn of events. yes. “Let me drive you home then. “Are you in a hurry to go home?” Trying to ignore the daggers shooting from Constantijin’s eyes.” I opened my mouth to say goodbye.the reception area.
knowing who it was. If you fucking dare leave with that . A chorus of goodnights followed and then Drake was saying. Constantijin wasn’t just glaring daggers at me now. sir. Kastein. Good night.” My phone vibrated inside my bag and I hastily fumbled for it. Drake was talking to one of his colleague. leaving last-minute instructions for the minutes of their meeting.tonight. too. oh. and I knew that it was just going to get worse. “You.” Drake murmured. He was literally trying to kill me with his glare. Oh. Mr. shit.
shit! Didn’t he know I had no choice but to fucking leave with this boy – I mean. with the wounds he left in my heart too raw. oh.boy… Oh. holding the open button. By the time I recovered my senses. man? It was too soon for us to go public. “Yanna?” I stepped inside. oh. It was just too soon. and the memories of the times he had turned me down and pushed me away too fresh. Drake was already inside the elevator. The last thing I saw was . The elevator’s arrival chime snatched me out of my reverie.
not a flicker of expression on his face to tell me I had reached him. I tried to communicate with him mentally. With the others already walking past Constantijin. When the elevator’s doors finally closed shut.Constantijin’s cold and impassive face before the elevator’s doors closed on us. But Constantijin only stared. their backs to us. Yanna?” Drake asked beside me. I just had the best moments of my life a while ago and . I was not. “Are you all right. I felt like it was permanently keeping us apart this time. A week. No. I allowed myself to plead with him with my eyes.
But he didn’t reply. A week. . I lied. “I’m okay.now I was having my worst. even though I waited till the very next morning for even the smallest sign that there was still something worth waiting for.” Almost unconsciously. and that seven-day period started tonight. I found myself texting Constantijin. Just tired. You promised me a week of just keeping things between the two of us. I typed. Was it going to be like this between Constantijin and me time and time again? Did it always have to be a battle between the two of us? Forcing myself to smile at Drake.
who I was videoconferencing on my iPad. “You’re such a kid. You’re actually jumping!” .Lesson #9 Billionaires don’t lick their wounds when they are hurt. “Are you seeing this?” I shrieked at Daria and Alyx. They get even. as I pointed towards the TV. Alyx laughed so loudly I was tempted to flick her face on the screen.
I hissed. “He was courting me and now he’s out with another girl! On TV!” Glaring at the screen. tone.” she suggested.“I can’t help it!” I was so mad I wished the floor under my feet could turn into the hard. . show him who’s the boss. but Alyx and I hoped marriage could curb that somewhat.” Daria was grinning. sluttish body of a guy named Constantijin Kastein. Tall with short curly hair and sparkling gray eyes. “Manwhore. “You should gatecrash the event. She was also dangerously impulsive. she was the most outspoken in our little group.
Or not. As she started slapping cream on her face – one of her hundreds of rituals before going to sleep – Alyx added.” Alyx intruded as she pushed a wide hair band up her boyishly cut hair. “Get real. Daria bent forward. I can’t gatecrash his dad’s fundraiser.” “You know. “He can’t do this every time you two quarrel or have a misunderstanding.” I shook my head. her eyes . I think she’s right. Just the thought of gatecrashing – and putting myself out there for Constantijin to humiliate – had me hyperventilating.
I could practically see the entire bed she was seated cross-legged on. dark. gorgeous and an alpha male to the core. which was so enormous it could probably fit an entire football squad. wearing an unbuttoned white polo shirt and jeans. followed by the clink of glass and then the Greek-accented tone of Daria’s tycoon hubby. Tall. I can see you panicking from here. From Daria’s side of the screen. he used to be . “Yanna. “Why is Yanna panicking?” Nik asked as he came into view. then she had better eyesight than Clark Kent since Daria had her iPad positioned somewhat far away from her. I heard something popping in the background.” If that was true.narrowing.
. not wanting my friends to see how totally envious I suddenly felt about the closeness between the months-old married couple. Thankfully. A misunderstanding had caused Nik to mistake Daria for a gold-digging nymphomaniac and he had treated her like shit. and there was no doubting that when you looked at how Nik acted around his wife these days. and it took a lot for me to say the Hword. Even I hated him. Nik handed her a glass of champagne and pressed a kiss on her forehead. For a moment. I had to close my eyes.had reformed him. Taking a seat next to Daria on their bed.the world’s greatest jerk. true love – and a good dose of truth .
” .” Alyx flashed him a thumbs-up sign. Daria groaned again. Nik grinned.” Nik answered.I made myself look at them when Nik spoke again. “Seven orgasms for Daria today. Alyx. “How many what?” “Seven. So how many is it for today?” Daria groaned. “Hey. Nik. and I frowned in complete confusion. Alyx said patiently. Yanna. “Seven what?” I demanded. “Hi. his grin widening.
This time. Alyx? You really had to ask him that?” “I was just curious! Daria used to hate---” “Oh. surprise. look. I joined Daria with the groaning. We all looked. “Really. yet another blonde bimbo – grind her lips on his. My chest hurt more and more as I continued watching Constantijin’s date – surprise. and even though I hoped it was just her way of changing the subject – it wasn’t. Constantijin’s date is totally raping him on TV!” Daria burst out. More seconds . Those lips were mine! Or at least they had been a few days ago.
passed. “Slut. Constantijin had forced his date to release him the same time he subtly slapped her hand away. when had lifestyle shows become an extension of Playboy Channel? Couldn’t they see that her hand was just inches away from grasping his--In a smooth move. Seriously. Her face was now 25% flesh. and the camera continued to focus on their liplock.” I growled. 75% blue goo. “Who?” Alyx asked innocently as she rubbed more cream on her forehead. “Constantijin or his date?” “Both!” .
Nik was too much like Constantijin I almost didn’t want to talk to him. Fix It. “What do you think? You know how Yanna dumped Constantijin for her Mr.” I groaned. “Because he keeps appearing . “Why do you call the boy Mr. stop jumping.“Yanna. “He’s not a boy. right?” “I did not dump him.” I tightened the sash of my night robe. You’re giving me a headache. wishing it was a noose around Constantijin’s neck. God! Sometimes.” Daria turned to Nik. Fix It?” Nik asked at the same time.
at the right time and place to play knight in shining armor for Yanna. “Ah. If there’s one thing men like me can be uncomfortable about--” “He means insecure. “I know how Kastein feels. “---then it would be boys who are a lot nicer than we could ever be. As he scooped Daria onto his lap.” Nik answered readily.” I said with a scowl. “Because it isn’t.” “That doesn’t sound like a good ‘ah’.” Daria explained.” his wife added. . Yanna. he continued.
” he purred in a voice so .” Nik said triumphantly.” I protested. I just thought it was a good idea to leave with Drake so that no one’s going to be suspicious about us. who’s to say you won’t do it again when he screws up the next time?” “But it wasn’t like that. Fix---I mean Drake---over him.That’s one thing we can’t really beat and if you chose Mr. “Why do I have a feeling that billionaires with the same arrogant feathers stick together?” But Nik only smirked back. “I didn’t choose Mr.” “And that’s one more thing. Fix It over him that time. Alyx. “Alyx. Alyx smirked.
attractive Nik could be if he really put his mind to it.” .” Daria cleared her throat. you guys. “Okay. We do not want you two losing sleep again on another endless WiFi rematch of Wii Boxing.” Alyx lifted her chin. break it up. This was my first glimpse of how. you’ll have the hardest time. “Everything about you tells me that when it’s your turn to fall in love.seductive it made me squirm uncomfortably. “You wish. You’ll choose a billionaire who’s even a bigger jerk than I was – or even more than Kastein. err.
and my voice trailed off. right?” As soon as the words came out. “And tonight’s video call is all about me. adding. the way I couldn’t s t o p hurt i ng with every second that Constantijin wasn’t next to me. a wave of depression hit me. I managed a smile. This call was about me because – frankly – I was at the end of my tether. I did my referee bit as well.Seeing Daria’s meaningful gaze on me. we can’t handle being .” Nik sounded sober. the way I couldn’t stop thinking about him. “Yanna. It was terrifying. “Yeah?” “The other thing I was telling you about---well.
which was still on Constantijin since it was an hour-long coverage on the show’s top picks for the sexiest men on the planet. with a rearview shot of Constantijin revealing how his curls brushed past his snowy-white scarf. The TV showed a shot of him in a fashion event last winter. His beautifully fit black trench coat made his shoulders appear even broader and was an exquisite contrast to the light pink shade of his shirt .” He grimaced.kept as a secret. “You probably made him feel you were ashamed---” “Ashamed of what? Him?” I pointed at the screen. His golden copper-tinted hair was slightly longer than usual. That’s why men make poor mistresses.
“Yes. I slowly asked.” Alyx muttered. “They’re communicating silently. he could have thought that. We all have our secrets.and gray pants. “Are you saying I should really gatecrash the fundraiser?” Nik glanced at Daria and a smile immediately appeared on her face. and the fact that he had been mine – even briefly – made it hard for me to breathe. Flaws. He was unbelievably beautiful. Kastein isn’t perfect – no one is. Yanna.” Chewing on my lip.” . Weaknesses – and you could be one of them. “Yuck.
I repeated the words in my mind over and over.Ignoring that. The man in a tux flipped a couple of pages. Ticket please?” A couple of other guests walked past me as I took out the glossy piece of paper that had cost Nik two thousand dollars to purchase. this is one of those times you should be happy you have an arrogant billionaire as one of your friends. baby. “Right. “Yanna. but they weren’t enough to dispel the anxiety squeezing my chest as I stammered my name. I guess their .” ~~~ I’m not gatecrashing. Daria told me.
Ms.” He pressed a button that had the tinted glass doors sliding open.face value was a lot higher than mine. but Nik had gone on to buy it. The security officer scanned my ticket before looking back at me with a respectful smile. In my mind. In fact. occasions where . saying that it was for a good cause anyway. So this was how the rich and famous partied. I stepped in and found myself in a strange glittering world. Enjoy your night. it made me want to back out. the admission price for Erik Kastein’s fundraiser astounded me. Everleigh. fundraisers were colorless and boring. “Thank you. Honestly.
On one side. But this fundraiser – it was out of this world. or maybe the Kasteins just really knew how to throw a good party. The walls were covered with black-and-white striped velvet while the floor sparkled like pearls.you weren’t supposed to show your teeth when you smiled. making it seem as if the rows of cocktail dishes were floating on a sea of gold and onyx. . the black-glass buffet table was illuminated from below. Everywhere around me were Kens and Barbies of all shapes and sizes. Constantijin’s father had booked an entire museum for his fundraiser and transformed it into some kind of black-and-white paradise.
craning my neck once in a while in hopes of catching a glimpse of a familiar head of gold and copper hair. waxy kind of way – if I bumped into any one of them. I’m not gatecrashing. I started forward. and all eyes were suddenly . I’m not--I accidentally tripped on the hem of my own gown – a strapless twotoned creation that Daria had shipped to me all the way from Athens – causing me to stumble into a waiter. who lost hold of his tray of champagne flutes. I’m not gatecrashing. but they still seemed perfect in a shiny. They crashed on the floor. I was afraid they’d shatter.They could be size 1 to 10.
At that moment. Including the silvery gaze that had been haunting me in my dreams. He was dressed all in white. A soundless gasp was torn out of me. made me come alive with a single touch – And when Constantijin turned away. and the silent and insolent stares were . I realized just how much I had missed him – still missed him. People were snickering all around me. he broke my heart all over again in a single instance. but no. He didn’t. He looked perfect. which should have made him look utterly ridiculous. Constantijin stared at me. He turned my life upside down with just one glance.on us.
even worse. searching sightlessly for something to hold on to. God. Drake Morrison would have been quite a catch in any woman’s eyes.” My cheeks flushed red. what a bitch I was. but I dropped it again when I realized that I would only be able to grasp air. “Don’t sound too happy. This had to be the worst coincidence in my entire life. and my lips parted in shock. I lifted a hand. “Drake?” A familiar wry smile touched his face. He even looked more gorgeous when he was dressed formally. Someone suddenly took hold of my hand. I looked up. and he still wasn’t doing anything to hide how .
umm. “Sorry. Drake. I see things more than other people do.much he. I confessed. Neither of you gave yourselves away.” . “Because Kastein keeps catching you in my company?” My eyes widened. Yanna. “Relax. “You just have the best and worst timing. Drake. “How did you---” I paled. But I like you – a lot – and because of that. I didn’t mean…” With a sigh. “Did I give myself away?” He shook his head. enjoyed my company.” His smile turned into a grin.
and it made me unconsciously search for Constantijin again. I needed to see him with another woman – in person. maybe I could finally give up on him. It didn’t take more than a second to find Constantijin. as if fate was .“It’s not what you think. If I did.” He raised a brow. We’re not…we’re just dating.” “Not exclusively?” Thinking about the latest blond bombshell I had seen him on TV with. as if I really had to confirm the truth of what I was saying with my eyes. “Really. “No.” Saying it out loud hurt. I answered slowly.
I knew he had . I knew I wasn’t the only one looking at him.just waiting to give us a chance for our gazes to collide. But Constantijin only had eyes for me. but then Constantijin suddenly turned away. When he disappeared through another set of doors. The raw emotions in his gaze made me catch my breath. He stood poised on another pair of glass doors that led into the museum’s conservatory. nothing like the utterly urbane and largerthan-life billionaire he was known to be. Oh my God. with such abruptness he almost appeared rough. There were so many others – it was a gut feeling I had.
decided to walk away for me yet another time – maybe for good.” It made me look at him over my shoulder with a wobbly smile. I really had to ask him why he . “Drake. I’m sorry---I have to go.” I choked out even as I was unable to take my gaze off the doors that Constantijin had just gone past. Drake said in a quiet voice. Tears burned my eyes. and I did my best to blink them away before they could ruin my mascara and I ended up looking like someone who just escaped from an asylum and security would have to kick out of the party. One day soon. Behind me. “Go get him.
This time I’d court him myself if I had to because this time. But not now – not when I finally accepted what my subconscious had known all along. This time would be different. why he always seemed to be there for me at the right time and place. for better or for worse--this time I knew I was in love with him.seemed to know me so well. . the heaviness inside of me dissipating with every step I took towards the man whose gorgeous face hid a wealth of heartbreaking faults. My feet started to move.
.The Final Lesson on How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires Ask your billionaire to court you. and you court heartbreak in return.
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