Forever and Ever, My Greek Billionaire(21)
“Fuck me.”
She pouted. “Not that.”
“Fuck me now.”
Willow pursed her lips. “I’m serious.”
“Fine.” His jaw clenched. “Let’s be serious. I fell for you once, and I gave you everything.”
Lie, she thought. He had given her everything but his heart, which had been too broken to love her or be loved.
“You could have had anything you wanted if you married me and hadn’t said anything about your duplicity.”
Lie again, Willow thought. She could have had anything, materially, except for what mattered most, and that was his love and trust.
“So why didn’t you, Willow? Why didn’t you just shut up? Why couldn’t you just have lied and thought of England and tried not to laugh in my face while I whispered sweet nothings to your ears?”
She whispered, “Because I couldn’t stand lying anymore.”
And that was the truth.
Stavros whitened.
Seeing it made her want to cry, but she knew that wasn’t going to help either of them. If she was nice, he would just end up pushing her away, thinking that her good deeds were prompted by pity.
“So now you know,” she said flatly. “And now we can start again. If you want.” She looked into his eyes. “Because...when we parted, I realized that no other man could compare to you. Or your cock.” She added the last one impulsively, knowing it was better Stavros thought she was sex-crazed than have him figure out she was hopelessly in love with him.
Stavros’ handsome face had become unreadable. “And that’s it?”
“You’ll be supporting me too, of course.” Willow spoke the words in a rush, knowing she had to say it to make everything plausible but even so, hating the fact that she did. She hated it even more when Stavros, echoing her last words, drawled mockingly, “Of course.”
It made her flinch inside, but outwardly, she could make herself smile serenely. “I’m glad we understand each other.” She hesitated. “Oh, and one last thing.” She took a deep breath.”I also want no more words.” At his frown, she clarified uneasily, “We don’t talk about anything but sex.” Because, between them, words tended to get in the way. Words could transform truths into lies, words could be said just to hurt rather than comfort.
She was sick of words, and she was sure Stavros was just as sick of them. They both grew up with parents who said a lot of the right things, but none of them were true.
No, this time she was banking on actions speaking louder than words. This time, she was hoping actions could eventually make Stavros see the truth about him, her, and how they felt for each other.
She smiled at him.
He smiled back, but she could see that it didn’t reach his eyes, and his voice was more hollow than light as he murmured, “I suppose we have a deal then.” He raised a brow. “You want it in writing?”
She shook her head. Lowering her voice, she suggested, “How about we fuck on it instead?”
His eyes glittered.
Her breath quickened.
And in that instant, everything became secondary, every painful moment shared between them temporarily laid aside as they focused on the present and how their bodies were straining to be against each other.
Now.
They saw it in each other’s eyes.
He wanted to fuck her. She wanted to fuck him.
A moment later, and they stood up. They started to walk, side by side but their hands not quite touching. They couldn’t afford to. Sexual tension between them had reached feverish heights, and they both knew that the tiniest touch could make them spontaneously combust.
People began to stare. People began to talk. People began to guess, correctly, what they were up to, at the way they so hurriedly walked towards the doors and mumbled incoherent excuses to those who bothered to block their way and make small talk with them.
Everyone could see it in their faces. The glitter in the Greek billionaire’s eyes. The rosy flush of his ex-secretary’s cheeks. They could almost smell the scent of desire that perfumed their flesh, and it made those who noticed fidget in their seats or shift on their feet. Just looking at Stavros Manolis and Willow Somerset was a turn on, and most of them felt the keenest sense of envy that the two would be leaving the ball right that moment to fuck each other’s brains out.
When they finally made it past the doors, Stavros asked harshly, “Yours or mine?”
She didn’t even hesitate. “Mine.” She would never lie in his bed here, not when she knew he had shared it with another woman before her.
They didn’t speak after that, and when her hand shook so badly while trying to unlock her door, Stavros simply took the card key from her. Another moment passed, and the door was unlocked.