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Bound (Mastered #1)(131)

By:Lorelei James


Was there anything he hadn't lied to her about?

His lust for her.

"So knowing all this . . . what are you going to do with the information I gave you today?"

Something in Shiori's tone seemed off. Amery turned the question back on her. "What did you hope to gain from telling me this?"

"An insight into my brother's frame of mind."

"Through me?"

"Yes. And I'm afraid I can't say any more than that."

"You don't have to." Amery stood. "You've said plenty."

A panicked look flashed across Shiori's face. "Wait. You're leaving?"

"No point in staying here and listening to more of the Okada/Black/Hirano saga since it no longer affects me." 

Shiori's eyes narrowed. In that moment she looked so much like Ronin that Amery's chest tightened. "How does this not affect you?"

"Okada Foods dangled the carrot and I bit. Shame on me for being hungry. But now that I found out it wasn't a real carrot, I won't make that judgment error again. You got the answers you wanted and so did I."

"You're not pitching the project?"

No fucking way. "No."

That shocked Shiori, but she recovered quickly and tossed off, "Petulance doesn't make good business, Ms. Hardwick."

"Neither do lies." Amery picked up her portfolio and dumped all of the design work on the conference table. As she reached inside for her keys, her fingers brushed crinkly wrapping paper. She pulled out the package and all but threw it on the table. "Oh, I almost forgot to give you this."

"What is it?"

"A parting gift, a cheap token of my affection, a meaningless gesture I'd brought in good faith. Take your pick."

Amery walked out with her head held high.





CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN




AFTER the meeting with Ronin's sister, Amery found herself at loose ends. She drove aimlessly for an hour, knowing once the shock wore off, her wrath would kick in again-full force this time-and she'd go off the rails.

She had no one to talk to. Although she and Emmylou had mended fences, her friend hadn't revised her opinion on Ronin Black. She'd just accepted that the man would be in Amery's life. So showing up to cry on Emmylou's shoulder, about Ronin's lies, and deliberate omissions, would make Amery look like a naive idiot for blindly trusting him and not heeding any of her friends' concerns about him.

Was saving face really more important than unloading all the heartache that was threatening to choke her?

Yes.

She couldn't go to Chaz either. He'd been marginally more supportive about Ronin than Emmylou, but Chaz defined materialistic. He'd be wowed by Ronin's status as a billionaire heir. He'd encourage her to forgive Ronin for misleading her about his true colors-which were apparently green, the color of money. Then he'd toss off a comment that he could think of a billion reasons why she should just let this issue go.

Yeah, it sucks to be involved with a gorgeous sex-god billionaire.

But Amery wasn't that shallow. And she couldn't give a damn about Ronin's financial status-until she'd learned that he'd withheld the truth about it.

What burned her ass, scarred her soul, and shredded her heart was that Ronin hadn't trusted her enough to tell her anything about who he really was. But he'd demanded full disclosure, body and soul, from her.

A sick feeling started to take root.

That wasn't really true. Ronin had never demanded anything from her. She'd just been so crazy about him, so happy that he'd helped free her from some of the moral confines that'd held her back her entire life, that she'd given him every part of herself without question. She'd willingly handed herself over to him physically, emotionally, sexually because she'd trusted him, because she'd believed he was being equally honest with her.

Not so.

Even after his rope proclivities came to light, he'd basically said take me as I am.

She had.



       
         
       
        

But that wasn't who he really was.

And that made her question who she was.

• • •

AMERY showed up at the dojo and rode the elevator to the second floor. Not many classes were held this time of day, but she didn't give a damn if the entire dojo was in attendance. She'd say what she had to.

She found Ronin Lee Black, otherwise known to her now as Rich, Lying Bastard, in the largest training room. He remained at rest in front of the class of black belts. Amery paused out of view and watched two men grappling until one guy plucked up his opponent and slammed him into the mat.

What she wouldn't give to be able to do that to Ronin right now.

She didn't know if her heart had ever pounded as hard or her blood had ever pumped as fast and hot and angry as when she stormed in.