His Gift (A Dark Billionaire Romance Part 1) by Dark Aubrey

Author:Dark, Aubrey [Dark, Aubrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-24T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

“Tomorrow?” I repeated dumbly. “Who’s Lucas?”

“Cute. The innocence thing, very cute. I wish I could keep you here longer tonight,” Jake said, pacing back and forth in front of the art gallery. He looked like his thoughts were already somewhere else. “But unfortunately, I have some business that needs taking care of.”

“I can’t come tomorrow,” I stuttered. I felt like I was making a mistake, but I couldn’t just stroll back into his penthouse. There seemed to be some kind of mixup. Lucas, whoever he was, hadn’t told me anything and he hadn’t told Steph anything. I had zero idea what was going on.

His eye twitched at the corner, and for a brief moment I saw him look at me with a flicker of anger. It terrified me. His gaze was so intense that I wanted to blurt out that I would come tomorrow even though I couldn’t, I really couldn’t.

“Lucas said you were a gift for the whole week. I’d like you here by eight in the morning sharp. You’ll make my breakfast and—”

“Hold on.”

I raised one of my hands in the air, still clutching the bills in the other hand.

“Hold on one second.” Now I was getting my breath back, and my senses back. I could tell that there was something I was missing.

“What is it?” he snapped in irritation. “Don’t tell me you didn’t expect this. Lucas said—”

“I don’t know who Lucas is,” I interrupted.

“Of course you do. He’s the one who sent you.”

“I’m a friend of the baker’s,” I said carefully, being deliberate and calm with my words. “She told me to deliver—”

“Stop playing games,” he said.

“I’m not!” Now adrenaline was pumping through my system. I wasn’t about to let him yell at me for what was obviously a mix-up on someone else’s part. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, asking me to come back tomor—”

“I’m not asking. I’m telling.”

“Telling?”

“It’s an order. Do you understand that?”

“I don’t take orders from strange men.”

“You will come tomorrow morning. You will not be late—"

“I won’t be here at all tomorrow unless you tell me what the hell is going on,” I said, crossing my arms. His irritation made every muscle of mine tense. He stood like a coiled snake, motionless, waiting to strike.

“Listen,” he said, striding over in front of me. He pointed a finger in my face. “You’re my gift, and I’ll do with you as I like.”

“I’m not a gift!”

That made him stop. His mouth opened, and then closed again. He seemed to be thinking. When he spoke again, his voice was slower. Calmer.

“What do you mean, you’re not a gift?” he asked.

“Exactly that. I don’t know who Lucas is, or what you’re talking about, I was just here to bring up the cake—”

A knock on the door took both of our attention. I said “Come in!” at the same time as Jake said “Stay out!”

“Excuse me, Mr. Carville?”

The tuxedoed man stood in the doorway. It was the same one who had taken the girls once we’d gotten off of the elevator.

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