Brutal Heir: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Billionaire Romance (Billionaire Heirs Book 2) by Sahara Roberts & M.R. Browning

Author:Sahara Roberts & M.R. Browning [Roberts, Sahara & Browning, M.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Sage

I’m filled with excitement and trepidation, my heart beating fast in my chest. In a matter of hours, I’ve gone from hating Ezequiel to having mind-blowing sex with him. Twice. Now I’m in his house, standing in his multi-head shower, letting hot water cascade over my body. The droplets cling to my skin, and I revel in the sensation of preparing myself to share my body with him again.

Reality seeps into the moment. This should be a one and done. I can’t fall into the trap of giving myself over to him completely. The last time I trusted a man, it nearly ended me.

Come here, you fat bitch.

The memory sends shivers down my spine. I push it away, refusing to let it intrude into my life and ruin this moment. However, I do need to be careful with Ezequiel. This should be a one-time thing, and I need to keep my emotions in check. No matter how tempting it may be, I can’t let myself get attached. I need to create some distance between us, especially since I’m already feeling the pull toward him.

I close my eyes, letting the water wash away my anxiety and fear.

The temperature drops, so I turn the water off, my fingers lingering on the sleek metal knobs before I step out onto the plush bathmat. I reach for the towel, enjoying the softness against my skin as I dry off.

I take a moment to appreciate the exquisite design of the bathroom around me. I’m not used to this kind of extravagance, and, I have to admit, I feel a little out of place. I can imagine myself in a fancy hotel that has a huge bathroom. The oversized bathtub takes up one side of the room, tempting me with its ability to fit two or three people. I could see myself soaking away the troubles of the day, bubbles tickling my nose. Custom cabinets, anti-fog mirror, and a counter so big I could stretch out on it.

Wrapping the towel around me, I move to the counter and reach into my bag for my toiletries. After some face lotion, I run a brush through my hair, the bristles catching on knots as I work my way through. There isn’t a hair dryer in sight, and I’m not comfortable enough to go through the drawers to see if I can find one, so I make do with towel-drying my hair as much as possible.

I reach into my bag for my lavender nightie with a ruched top and flowing bottom. The silky fabric slips through my fingers as I pull it over my head. I pause for a moment, admiring myself in the mirror, feeling beautiful and desired. I’m not exactly sure what to do next. I know why I’m here, why I agreed to come. Does he expect me to be naked? I bite my lip. Well, I can forgo the panties. If he expects clothes, I’m there. If he doesn’t, it’s one less thing to deal with.

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