Bound by Him: A Billionaire's Club Story by Red Garnier

Author:Red Garnier
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Erotica, Fiction, Contemporary, General
ISBN: 9781466833463
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2013-06-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Andrew woke up in bed alone the next morning, and a quick scan confirmed Whitney’s belongings were gone. He groaned in frustration and slammed a fist into his pillow. “Damn.”

He gritted his teeth and raked his hair with both hands. He’d wanted to wake up late with her, bring her breakfast in bed, finally try to talk to her. Calmly. Concisely. With a fresh head so that he could find the right words, and they might be able to solve the mystery of who their blackmailer was.

Instead, she was gone.

Groaning, he set his head back on the suede headboard, replaying the night before. She’d looked so undone by his touch, but so damned determined to keep her distance. He could see her struggling with her emotions when her eyes fell on him, her lovely green eyes viewing him like he was some sort of fucking stranger. Like he was a loser and a fraud and didn’t deserve to call her by the endearments he’d used to. God, she had him wound up in knots with this. Whitney was not a young girl anymore. She was too smart, this woman, and she knew him too damned well.

Of course, he had to tell her.

Now, after that blackmail note, it was doubly important for them not to keep any secrets from each other.

A wealth of frustration and impotence gnawed at his insides at the thought of having to wait some more. He needed her. Her confidence. Her trust. Her love. His mind had kept spinning for possible solutions all this time, but every one of his excuses for leaving, aside from his oil field excuse, seemed stupid and unreasonable. Whitney knew his devotion to her bordered on obsession. Just as Andrew knew she responded in kind.

He now realized if he wouldn’t be able to come up with an acceptable reason to have left her, then he had to tell her the truth.

Especially now when she was at risk again. Holy God.

Charging to his feet, he checked his phone and saw he had a text. Graves had saved Whitney’s number on his phone under the name, The One Getting Away.

Very funny, asshole.

The One Getting Away: Before you call to snap at me, I wanted to say don’t worry! I’m with Jerry. Office first, then lunch with Chloe. We can talk later if you find anything. Nothing out of the ordinary in Donahue’s cameras yet.

Andrew: I want to talk you.

Andrew: Tonight.

He waited and tapped his fingers, restless to hear her confirmation. As he waited, he angrily changed her name to what he’d always had her under.

Scowling, he went into the shower, and finally came out and wrapped himself in a towel to see her answer.

My Redhead: Okay.

His chest eased with relief, and then he ruffled his hair and hurried to get dressed. Before Sunday, he was going to get to the bottom of this blackmail.

And tonight, he was telling Whitney.

***

“Girlfriend, what you’re saying is pure ridiculousness with a little hint of silly.”

Whitney laughed at Chloe’s words, both women seated comfortably at a small corner table at a nearby Starbucks.

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