One Midnight Kiss: A Billionaire Fake Fiancée Holiday Romance by Weston Parker

Author:Weston Parker [Parker, Weston]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Star Key Press
Published: 2024-12-11T00:00:00+00:00

21

FOX

Ipressed the emergency stop button. The elevator lurched to a halt, making her grip the railing to steady herself. She shot me a look that could’ve frozen lava.

“Is this your thing?” she snapped, her voice cutting. “Trapping women in elevators?”

“Just you,” I shot back, then turned to face her fully, leaning a hand against the wall next to her head. “I talked to Wilder. I asked what happened. I know. At least I know parts of it.”

“Parts of what?” she asked. “What are you talking about?”

“Your marriage,” I said. “Your ex.”

Her eyes widened for a split second before narrowing into dark slits. “You what?”

“I asked,” I repeated, slower this time. “I needed to know why you’re so angry and closed off. Is that why you’re so pissed off about me calling you my fiancée? It’s not just because it was a surprise, is it?”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“He married her, didn’t he?” I leaned in. I stared her down, crowding her space. I had seen the flicker of pain she tried to hide every time something touched that wound she kept bandaged up tight. “He used your trust fund for their wedding, right? That’s what happened.”

Her face paled. She looked away, chin tilted defiantly, refusing to give me the satisfaction of seeing her crack. But I wasn’t done. Not yet.

“You let him have it all,” I ground out, teeth clenched. “Why?”

Her breath hitched. “I just wanted it to be done. I couldn’t handle it.” She looked back at me, her eyes glassy with a mixture of fury and something softer, something fragile. “I needed to leave.”

“You ran away when it got tough,” I accused, voice rough with a frustration I couldn’t mask, or maybe didn’t want to. It just didn’t make sense to me. She was a fighter, but she let him win.

“That’s not what happened,” she bit out, voice trembling. It sounded like she was holding back a scream or tears. I couldn’t tell which, but I wanted to find out. “Why do you care, anyway?”

I stepped closer, feeling the electric tension pull us like magnets. “Is it not obvious?” I rasped, my voice low and heated.

She opened her mouth to respond, but I cut her off.

“I looked him up,” I told her. “Andrew. I found him.” Her expression faltered, shock seeping through the cracks. “Do you have any idea what it’s like for me to think about what he did to you? Every time I do, I want to track him down and teach him a lesson he’ll never forget.”

She shook her head. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” I said. I could barely stand the thought of it, but the image was always there—me, grabbing that smug bastard by the collar, wiping that arrogant smile off his face. “I think about it all the time, Natalia. I could make his life hell in so many ways.”

“Stop it,” she said, holding up her palm.

She ducked under my arm and slapped her hand against the button. The elevator jolted, starting to move again.

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