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.

up in my head, but I shake it away. I shouldn’t be thinking about a naked eighteen-year-old! What is the matter with

to focus on

thought. I see her bright smile inside my

you going

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.

she processes my words. Her expression

“Yes.” Hannah is better than I

keep her bright smile, but I can tell me going out to meet

“Mhm.”

the mirror to ensure I look presentable. I’m aware that Hannah is observing me, but I

“Sleep with me instead.”

choke. “E-excuse me?” I turn around to eye her, blinking once I see that she isn’t joking around. There is no laughter

“You

with a sheepish

no sense, and I narrow my eyes to glare

“And?”

naive little Hannah. My thoughts lately are dark and have made me wonder if I

“I just want sex.

me laugh. “You, Hannah, the dreamer and the

sex?”

“Yes.”

find that hard to believe?” I’m darkly

she can’t be serious.

lower lip, hesitating before she continues speaking. “I want to have sex

is serious, I growl. “Well, it isn’t

“Why not?”

“Because.”

smile falters. “Aren’t you

blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she looks like an angel. That’s

She blushes. “Thank you.”

happiness, and it’s killing me. I don’t believe in love-it terrifies me. And Hannah is young

way too dark and broody. And then there is the age difference-sex is a terrible idea. It would only result in heartbreak if we

swallow thickly. “It still

because you’re afraid I

wince at her blunt question, and Hannah steps forward and looks at me with furrowed eyebrows.

emotions,” Hannah says. “I can have sex without falling in love with you. I promise I can.

the suit she borrowed fall onto the floor. She then takes off her pants and stands before

red, a daring color that looks good on her even though I regard Hannah as