Page 57 of Arrogant Heir

This past week, I’ve tortured myself with thoughts of how much she must love him, and what a massive numpty I am to fall for her. I tell myself that what she has to say can’t be any worse than what I’ve created in my own head.

‘I’m no longer engaged,’ she blurts out.

Swallowing, I stare at her, wondering if this is another of my vivid dreams.

‘I must apologise for not telling you before. I let you think I was, and that was wrong. Very wrong.’

My senses are crashing, but most of all I feel a blistering joy permeating my chest. ‘But why?’ I splutter. ‘When did it end?’

She casts her eyes downwards and sighs. ‘I wasn’t engaged when we met.’

Now I’m riled up. She lied to me, and Ihatelies. I’ve had terrible experiences with lying women—well, one lying woman, in particular.

‘Why did you lie about that?’ I ask again, my tone clipped.

There is a pink dot on each of her cheeks, which I know happens when she’s flustered, but I’m pissed off now, and don’t hold back. I need the truth.

‘Go on,’ I say, my voice low, when she doesn’t continue.

‘It’s not what you think,’ she says.

‘Okay, then tell me what it is.’

‘I let you think I was still engaged because I was too embarrassed to tell you the truth.’

This sounds better and I breathe, and then reach out and tilt her chin upwards with my finger and thumb, so our eyes meet.

She continues. ‘I was engaged, and the wedding date was set, but my fiancé—Simon—called it off at the last minute. That’s why I was available to live-in at Greystone on such short notice, and why I accepted the job, so I could get away from London.’

There’s a wildness in her eyes, and I’m sorry for pushing her to reveal that. It must hurt like hell, and I can see immediately why she wouldn’t want us all to know what she was going through.

‘It had no bearing on the contract, so I said I was engaged, as I didn’t want to talk about my personal situation. I was in a bit of an emotional state when I arrived and hadn’t thought it through.’

‘And I gave you a hard time,’ I whisper.

She smiles faintly, not the full beam like when she exited the lift. ‘You caught me in a difficult moment, and I wasn’t at my best. But you were a bit of a dick,’ she says, rolling her eyes.

‘Just a bit? I’ll take that!’ It’s my turn to smile and I pull her towards me again. She melts into my arms and our lips touch lightly reigniting the fire between us instantly. This time, I don’t think we’re going to stop.

I stroke her red waves, but then pull back slightly. I want to be certain I’m not misreading the situation again. ‘You’re sure you want to do this?’

She nods and we kiss again, gently at first and then more urgently. She tastes sweet and feels fragile in my arms. I’m bone hard as our bodies push into each other and I’m yearning to be inside her.

She runs her hands across my chest and trails her fingers down over my crotch and touches the bulge in my jeans. I feel like I’m going to explode before we even begin. ‘I won’t last if you keep doing that,’ I gasp. ‘Do you know how hot I’ve been for you?’

‘The feelings mutual,’ she says, and continues palming me through my jeans, a cheeky smile on her red lips. I scoop her up in my arms—she’s light as a cloud—and place her on the edge of the grand piano. I ease her top off over her head and drop kisses onto the pale skin of her cleavage and run my fingers across her bra. Her nipples harden beneath my touch, and I ease the straps off her porcelain shoulders and her rounded tits break free. Her nipples are like perfect hard cherries, and I groan at the sight of her half-naked body. She’s a goddess.

‘Oh my God, you’re so beautiful,’ I sigh as I worship her breasts with my mouth.

I push her skirt up urgently over her shapely thighs and up to her waist. I run my hand across her knickers and stop when I find her clit beneath the soft fabric. I rub my fingers around her bean, back and forth. She groans and arches backwards over the piano. I want her to come first because when she touches me again; I know I’m going to lose it.

I haven’t had sex since the girl from the club, which is much longer than I usually go, and my yearning for Jamie is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. It’s like she’s cast a spell on me, and I crave her.

She’s moaning deliciously now, and I slide two fingers inside her wet pussy and find her g-spot. Then I lower my head and flick my tongue over her bean until she whimpers for me never to stop. It’s like we’re in a dream and I never want to wake up. She writhes in delight and comes on my fingers, over and over, until she begs me to fuck her in a breathy voice.

‘What?’ I ask, teasing her.

‘I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me,’ she moans.