Buy Me 3(19)

“I know she’s bought and paid for, but I don’t need a preview of what you plan to do with her.”#p#分页标题#e#

I give Sam a hard look, not liking that she thinks this is a fucking joke.

At least I did get one thing out of it. I snatch the papers out of Sam’s hand and pull a pen from my inside pocket. I use the table next to me to sign both contracts and then wait as Georgia and Sam sign as well. Once it's done, I take them and fold both pieces of paper, placing them in my jacket with my pen.

She’s mine. More than she even knows. A feeling of calm runs through me, and it’s something I haven’t really felt since I laid eyes on her.

“You told him I’d be here, didn’t you?” Georgia says to Sam. Even angry, she still looks sexy, more so with her lipstick all smudged from the kiss I placed on her lips moments ago. I wonder if it smeared onto mine, too.

The thought makes my cock grow harder than it already is, making it ache dully.

“She wouldn’t have had to if you hadn’t run from me,” I growl at the reminder.

“Guess you get what you want, after all. Another notch on you bedpost. At least I know the score this time. You don’t have to fill me full of your bullshit lies,” Georgia snaps at me, placing her hands on her hips as she takes a step closer to me. I don’t stop her or try to correct her. I want to hear all she has to say. She’s showing me a part of herself she normally tries to hide.

“I’m well aware of men like you. Fake smiles and sweet words until you get what you want. You use people and make them believe things that aren’t true. At least this way, there are no more games. You want to fuck me like the line of women you seemed to have before me, fine. But you can keep the sweet talk, darlin’. I’m already knee deep in the shit you’ve been shoveling.”

Her words are filled with so much anger and hurt that it burns in the pit of my stomach that someone would do this to her. Make her feel this way.

“You think I’m going to hurt you.” It’s not a question. I heard her every word and felt the pain of them.

“Bless your heart. You must be dumber than a bag of hammers,” she huffs out. I hear Sam snort at the comment. “Of course you were going to hurt me. You can’t say the things you said to a girl and expect her not to fall head over heels.”

“I meant every word I said to you.” I take a step closer to her, needing her to understand. “Every. Word.”

She stares me in the eyes before looking over to Sam, but I keep mine on her.

“I told you I might have lied about a few things.”

“But the contract—” she protests.

I quickly pull out one of the sheets of paper from my jacket and rip it in half. She gasps at the action, but I don’t care. “Fuck the contract, Georgia.”

Her eyes dart back and forth between us as she tries to figure out what the hell is going on. I don’t give a flying fuck about the Mistress contract. Nor do I want her to think I only want her for thirty days.

“I lied about the women. About who Don is. In fact, I’ve never seen Don with a woman before. Which is why you caught my attention to begin with.”

“I…” Georgia, for once, looks like she’s at a loss for words.

“You were going to run either way. I only stopped you from making a mistake. And I made you a very rich woman in the process. You’re welcome.”

“But he ripped up the contract.”

Sam huffs. “Honey, I promise you, we’ll both be getting paid.”

Ignoring her, I grab Georgia and pull her towards me, cupping her face with my hands. I make her look up at me, her skin like silk on my fingertips.#p#分页标题#e#

“Come back to the suite with me. Stay with me and let me show you that you’re not some…” I take a deep breath, pissed that she ever thought she wasn’t the most precious thing I’ve ever touched. “…Some notch on my bedpost. Let me prove it to you.”

“I’m scared,” she finally admits, and I know it took a lot for her to utter those words. Georgia always seems so sure of herself, and I can’t help but love that she’s opening up to me and giving me another piece of her. I’m going to keep grabbing each piece she gives until I have them all.

“I’d never hurt you,” I try to reassure her. “I’m not a young man, Georgia. Hell, I’m more than twenty years older than you. I know what I want. I’ve done well with the things I’ve invested in. I see things others often don’t. It’s why I’ve been as successful as I’ve been. Some call it Vegas luck, but I don’t. I knew the moment I saw you, you were meant to be mine, and I also knew I’d have to fight to have you. I’m more than willing to do that if you make me. As you can see.” I nod to the side, indicating to the room in which we’ve found ourselves.