The Billionaire's Virgin by Jackie Ashenden

Author:Jackie Ashenden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Swerve

Chapter 7

Xavier didn’t think her acceptance would feel like victory, but it did.

Her dark eyes were very serious and he knew she meant what she said. But that was good, because he’d meant it when he’d promised her he’d give her the home she needed. When he’d promised to get her documents for her.

He’d also meant it when he said he wasn’t going to let her go.

The decision had been made the moment that spark of sass had glowed in her eyes and he didn’t question it. He knew it for truth all the way down to his bones.

She’d been abandoned and hurt by people who were supposed to care about her. And when she’d left home, no one had come searching for her. She’d been left out on the streets like trash and no one cared.

Fuck that. He was going to make sure that never happened again.

Because she was his now, the very first thing he’d ever had that was all his. And he was going to keep her. He was also going to make sure she got everything she wanted and if that meant getting her a home, then he’d get her one.

Going to mean she won’t stay with you, though.

Maybe, maybe not. He’d cross that bridge when he came to it. Right now, that wasn’t as important as the promises he’d made to her.

She’d accepted his help and that meant he couldn’t let her down. He wouldn’t.

Yeah but you’ve got a history of breaking things, don’t forget.

Xavier ignored the thought. All the crap that had gone down the night of his mother’s Christmas party at the family estate in the Hamptons was over, done with. Sure, he’d made it his mission to make sure no one ever trusted him or relied on him since, and so far he liked how that had worked out. It certainly made it easy not to hurt people when he kept everyone at a distance.

Except not her. He was going to make an exception for her.

And he would keep her safe if it was the last thing he did.

Her skin was so warm beneath his fingers. He shouldn’t be touching her, he really shouldn’t and yet now he was, he couldn’t seem to take his hand away.

She was wearing that wretched pair of sweats he’d chucked into the hall cupboard a few months ago because it had a hole in the knee, keeping it held up with one of his old ties. On top she wore the white business shirt she’d found in the laundry pile that had come back from Mrs. Thomas, and which she’d appropriated for her own use once she realized her own clothes hadn’t come back with them.

It had annoyed him, that she wouldn’t wear anything else he’d gotten her, but now he’d changed his mind. There was something very satisfying about her wearing his things, plus there was the added bonus of being able to see the outline of her nipples through the shirt because she didn’t wear a bra.

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