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That fucking prick. I can’t believe he would say that to her.

“Um, I’m hoping we can make it work, but I appreciate you offering a job to Gina. I know she would appreciate it too.” Marina smiles, though some of the light has dimmed. “Thanks, Archer.” The excitement has left her voice. She sounds disappointed and she glances down at the table.

Damn my friend for putting her on top of the world and then knocking her right off with a few choice words.

“Why would you say that to her?” Ivy slaps his arm, hard. “You give her good news only to bring her crashing down with bad stuff.”

“Hey, I’d hire Marina too.” Archer flashes her a smile, which Marina returns, but it doesn’t quite light up her eyes.

Jerk. Thank God my sister spoke up. He’s as bad as me, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Hearing his offer makes me want to help her keep the bakery now more than ever. If I get my hands on those buildings, there is no doubt in my mind I will make that bakery hers. She can fight me all she wants, but I won’t take no for an answer.

I want to do right by her. It’s the least I can do.





Chapter Eleven



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Gage

“I’M NERVOUS.” I tap my fingers against the steering wheel, nodding my head to the music playing on the radio.

Marina reaches over and grabs my hand, squeezing quickly before she releases it. “Don’t be. He’s going to love you. Maybe.”

Ha. How honest of her. The “he” she’s referring to is her father. The man I’ve been trying to see for months so I can make an offer hopefully he can’t refuse. Scott Knight has avoided me. Yeah, I know he’s been out of town a lot, but the least he could do is take my calls.

Now he has no choice. I’m going to dinner tonight with Marina at her house and meeting the parents. A big step for me, one I rarely make, but we’ve been seeing each other for over a month. Hopefully, Scott and I can discuss the real estate deal further. Maybe.

Funny how once I got involved with his daughter, that deal isn’t as important to me anymore.

“I’m pretty sure your dad hates me,” I say, because it’s true. The guy must despise me. He’s avoided me because he doesn’t want to make the deal. Now he probably hates the fact I’m with his daughter. His only child. God, I’d hate me if I were him.

Could I sound any more ridiculous? I’m anxious as fuck and acting like an idiot.

She doesn’t say a word in response to my dumb statement. Just sits in the passenger seat of my car with that blissed-out expression on her face. The one that says I just got laid, which she did since we had sex right before we left.

I frown. Hope her parents won’t know that look. They might want to kill me for touching their baby girl.

“Stop frowning.” She leans over the center console and gives me a soft kiss on the lips—while I’m driving. Thank God the road is pretty empty because I swerve a little when that sweet mouth brushes against mine. “You worry too much.”

Ha. I don’t worry enough. I’ve been letting myself forget everything and just enjoying my time with Marina. If we’re not working, we’re together. And lately, I’m not working much at all, which means . . .

“Turn here,” she instructs as she points her finger, breaking my train of thought, and I hit the brakes to slow down, turning right onto a long, tree-lined driveway. It seems to go on for miles and my stomach cramps with nerves at the thought of coming face-to-face with Scott Knight. I haven’t met a woman’s family as her boyfriend since I don’t know when. Ever?

This fact should make me feel like a twenty-eight-year-old loser, but damn it, I haven’t found the right woman yet. As crazy as it sounds, in the little time we’ve known each other, I’m starting to think she’s it. She’s the one. Marina.

Shit. I know my friends love this. Archer doesn’t fault me too hard because he’s hopelessly in love with my sister. Matt, on the other hand, revels in my lovesick misery. He’s also figuratively holding his hand out every chance he gets, demanding we hand over that one-million-dollar payout.

Jackass.

“How long is this damn driveway?” I mutter, earning a little laugh from Marina. Just as I ask, the thick trees disappear, revealing a circular driveway and a somewhat modest house with a spectacularly landscaped yard. I figured for sure Marina grew up in a sprawling mansion, the lone child who ran the house.

Guess I was wrong.

I park the Maserati in front of the four-car garage—the one sign of excess I see—surprised when Marina leans over and gives me another kiss. This one is longer, her lips lingering on mine, her hand curling around the back of my neck and holding me close. I exhale on a rough sound of pleasure and part her lips with my tongue, letting myself sink into her delicious, seductive mouth for a while. Forgetting all about my worry and the fact that I’m making out with Marina in front of her parents’ home.