A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

Chapter 43

Winnie

I only get to put on my jacket before I’m no longer alone inside the hallway. Jake is the first one to appear. His broad arms are crossed over his muscular, slightly hairy

chest, and it’s hard to stay mad at him when his eyes fall on mine.

An apology is written in those blues, and when he sighs, and his arms leave his chest, I yelp. Suddenly my feet are no longer on the ground but kicking in the air.

“W-what are you doing?!”

“We need to talk,” comes his answer, and I’m placed over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Anger throbs in my temples, and it

worsens when I notice Mark smiling at me

from the stairs.

“We can’t have you leave yet, Princess.”

“Princess?!” I growl at him. “Don’t call me

that!”

I barf at that nickname. It’s what Damon Salvatore called Elena Gilbert in the Vampire Diaries books. I hate that nickname, and I know exactly why Mark is using it: to get under my skin.

“Why? You love to be called Princess,” he grins wickedly. “Also, I’m glad we have reached an understanding. We can sort a few things out now that you’re staying.”

“Understanding?!” I exclaim and try to hit Jake’s back. “This is kidnapping! Put me down!”

I squirm and fight, but Jake doesn’t even mind me. In the past, I was the top dog. When the fuck did things change?!

In second grade, I was larger than both twins. Girls usually grow faster than guys, and I used that against them. If they had a toy I wanted, I tackled them and stole it.

It was the prime time of my life. Mark and Jake were easy to deal with then, but I can do

nothing now.

Jake sits down on the couch, and I’m straddling his lap. My eyes glare into his stupidly pretty face until he talks.

“I want to make something clear.”

insults but grow speechless once he leans closer. Is he trying to

heart stumbles over itself when his lips inch closer. “W-what

think you’re gorgeous,” Jake murmurs, and his warm breath hits my face. Mark

sure, Mark

with you, but that doesn’t mean something

growl, but my words

He sounds hurt.

narrow my eyes. “All I want is to

fucking tired

almost angry.” I’m not playing any

“Liar!”

a laugh. “Are you angry because you think we only pretended we wanted you? Because I’m having trouble understanding how to fake a hard-on, Winnie.”

me down, but… I’m no longer in control. Jake is hard underneath me, and it’s distracting. My legs are spread

thighs, and my head

with lust.

He wants me?

my burning cheeks. “I want you, Winnie… do you want

in his jaw ticks as his gaze lower to my breast. I’m not naked, but I might as well have

men. How could I have missed that in the past?

underwear. I’m fighting not to rub my pussy against Jake’s hard-on. He has won me over with a simple, smoldering look.

is

eyes to his beautifully sculpted chest. He is a bit

and his neck…

I squirm in his lap. The anger has evaporated from my system, and I breathe,

eyes. Jake didn’t expect this outcome. And when he nods,

while peering down

“Holy fucking shit…”

eyes lower to his sizeable bulge, and then he says, “I will show you mine

about me. I want to be part of this too.” Mark joins in on the conversation, and when I turn around, he is standing there,

tones chest, and v-lines come into view. Jesus. Like his brother, he is made

and I blink back a surge of lust, trying to reel it in.

It doesn’t work.

so damn good.

Mark asks. “Because

you and would love to see

underneath.”