The Millionaire's Forever

By: Sonya Weiss

Because of that night, he’d endured more hell than any teenage boy should ever experience. Now it was payback time. Starting with the woman who’d always been off-limits. He had no intention of hurting her career or her heart, but he wanted—needed—justice for what happened.

“So you work out and have washboard abs.” She cleared her throat and said in a stronger voice, “Is this your way of bragging about how good your body looks?” She crossed her arms and stared at him.

He moved swiftly, presenting his bare back to her so she’d understand his point, and heard her cry of shock. When he turned to face her, she had her hand over her mouth.

“Courtesy of my stint in the facility. My friend wasn’t so lucky.”

“What…those scars…” Her voice shook.

“They’re whip marks.” Mason grabbed his shirt and slipped it on. He tucked it back into his pants and slid his arms into his jacket, pocketing the tie. When he was done, he took her chin in his hand and tilted it upward. “After living in hell, don’t make the mistake of believing there’s anything left in me but the drive for vengeance. You agree to this deal and it could work out well for the both of us.” If he had any qualms about what he intended to do, he only had to feel the scars on his back or remember the agony of watching the life drain from his friend. He’d sworn that was the last time his heart would ever break.

“Although I do appreciate your help in saving me from my lie, I don’t see how this could work out for you. Even on the wild chance that I agree to this fake relationship, I’ll never sell you the land. It means too much to my family and nothing could tempt me to part with it.”

Mason smirked. “Nothing? You always did underestimate how much you wanted me. You think I don’t know the way you used to look at me? The need I saw in your eyes kept me awake many nights, especially after you begged me to sleep with you.”

To his surprise, instead of heatedly denying it, Olivia shrugged. “I don’t remember ever saying that. But if I did, I was probably drunk at the time.” She eyed him suspiciously. “What do you plan to do now? Mount a full-out seduction as part of your revenge scheme? Trust me, your attempts would fall flat. I don’t appreciate what you’re trying to do, I don’t know you that well, and if I were completely honest, I’d have to say that I don’t even like you.”

“I don’t care that you don’t like me. Hell, I wouldn’t even care if you said you hated me.” Mason shook his head. “And for the record, I don’t plan to seduce you. You’ll be the one who comes to my bed without any persuasion from me.”

“Not likely.”

“Whatever you say.” He pulled a card out of his pocket and placed it on the counter. “That’s my cell number and the name of the hotel and room number of the suite where I’m staying. I’m leaving in the morning to head back to Chicago. You have until then to accept.”

Olivia picked up the card and tapped it against her palm. “Don’t hold your breath. I’ll think of something before I’ll agree to any of this.”

“If you come to the suite before eight tomorrow, we can have breakfast first.” He pushed open the door, hiding a smile at the curse she hurled at him, and stepped out into the sunlight, pausing for a moment to exhale.

The temperature hit ninety-three but the heat index made it feel closer to a hundred. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, he grabbed his sunglasses and covered his eyes. By tonight, no doubt, Olivia’s father and the bastards he suspected were responsible for setting that fire would know he was back. He doubted the reception would be warm and fuzzy, but he was no longer a sixteen-year-old boy unable to make the police or the judge see the truth. This time, he was the one with all the control.

Leaving the rented red Ferrari 458 parked in front of Olivia’s business, he walked down the uneven sidewalk past the bookstore until he reached the redbrick building at the end that housed the flower shop. He walked in, purchased a bouquet, and then headed back toward his car. When he reached the driver’s door, he glanced toward the large window of Olivia’s shop.

She paused in the middle of talking on the phone, no doubt ranting to one of her friends about his visit. He smiled and inclined his head. Though her lips tightened, she boldly held his stare until he climbed in the Ferrari and backed the car onto the street. Her boldness didn’t surprise him. He’d always sensed a restlessness in her. A wildness held in check by the boundaries of her overbearing father and a society that said proper good girls didn’t get involved with troublemaking bad boys. Her wildness was something he looked forward to setting free in his bed.

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