A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

Chapter 10

Tobias

The car is quiet as my private chauffeur drives Hannah and me through the gates to my mansion. Its been a long day, but I’m not tired. Not at all.

I glance at Hannah and find her staring down at the floor. She has been quiet and fidgety ever since the buffet. It might have been overwhelming for her to meet so many new people.

It makes sense.

Hannah had to talk to countless people. She did excellent, though. That part about Hannah calling me kind to my uncle was an outstanding performance-I couldn’t be more proud of her.

“You did well at the buffet,” I say.

“I did?”

“Mhm, everyone was fooled and thinks we are in love. Especially when you called me kind.”

“Y-you think I made that up?”

Didn’t she? “Yes?” I’m confused. I haven’t been kind to her. “Didn’t you?”

Her shoulders slump. “I did.”

Why do I get the feeling there is something Hannah isn’t telling me? Something is going on, but knowing women, I will probably make it worse if I ask her about it.

Women always expect us men to be mind-readers, but since I have no clue what is going on, I just repeat my earlier praise. “Well, you did great at the buffet.”

Hannah doesn’t look at me when she mumbles, “Thank you…

Hmm, is she upset or something? Nah. Why would she be? Hannah is probably just tired. I should leave her alone.

The car stops, and I exchange a few words with my chauffeur, and then I unlock the door. A swipe with a card, and then we walk inside in silence. I carry Hannah’s bags and clothes, and we make it up the stairs.

I don’t plan on staying, but I’m a gentleman and don’t want Hannah to carry everything.

As we march up the stairs, Hannah glances at me. “Thank you for today… It was fun.”

Oh, so she is making conversation now? I smile but answer without looking at her. “You’re welcome.” Hannah says nothing else, and we enter the master bedroom. I put the items on the floor and then fish up my phone.

I haven’t called my no-strings-attached lady in a while, but for some reason, I’m in a good mood for sex. My ex-wife is jealous, the business is going well, and all that is missing is sex.

my head, but I shake it away. I shouldn’t be thinking about

shove the mental image away and instead try to focus

see her bright smile inside my

going somewhere?” Hannah

to the bar,” I say and put my phone on my armchair before I take out a new suit from my wardrobe. I look at Hannah over my shoulder. “I need

words. Her expression is

it. “Yes.” Hannah is better than I

Hannah tries to keep her bright smile, but I can tell me going out to meet a woman bothers

“Mhm.”

to ensure I look presentable. I’m aware that Hannah is observing me, but I doubt she will open

“Sleep with me instead.”

around to eye her, blinking once I see that she

“You

chest, and she shrugs with a sheepish smile on her lips. You married

words make no sense, and I narrow my eyes to glare at her.

“And?”

not a good person. Certainly not good enough for young, naive little Hannah. My thoughts lately are

“I just want sex.

of her words makes me laugh. “You,

sex?”

“Yes.”

that hard to believe?” I’m darkly amused and tempted to laugh at her

she can’t be serious.

bites her lower lip, hesitating before she

serious, I

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Aren’t you attracted

up. With her blonde hair and bright blue eyes,

She blushes. “Thank you.”

be a mistake. Hannah’s face is one of genuine happiness, and it’s killing me. I don’t believe in love-it terrifies me. And Hannah is young and innocent, and

there is the age difference-sex is a terrible idea. It would

“It

afraid I will

furrowed eyebrows.

can. So please, please stay

onto the floor. She then takes off her pants and stands

a daring color that looks good on her even though I regard Hannah as innocent. Still, I won’t make a move, and a breath