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.”

mouth. I’m about to throw Jake my worse insults but grow speechless once he

when his lips inch closer. “W-what

hits my face. Mark is in the background, yet his

“And sure, Mark

fun with you, but that doesn’t mean something isn’t

growl, but my words don’t sound convincing even

sounds

my eyes. “All I want is

fucking tired of

sounds almost angry.” I’m not playing any games

“Liar!”

you think we only pretended we wanted you? Because I’m having trouble understanding

following sentence. vanishes into thin air. I planned to yell at Jake to put me down, but… I’m no longer

and my

with lust.

He wants me?

while moving some hair away from my burning cheeks. “I want you, Winnie…

lower to my

to men. How could I have missed

suddenly wish we weren’t wearing underwear. I’m fighting not to

he is

to his beautifully sculpted chest. He is a bit

full shelf, and his neck… holy fuck, those

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

this outcome. And when he nods, I reach out my hands, feeling up his neck

while peering down at

“Holy fucking shit…”

is a gleam in Jake’s eyes, pride, and satisfaction. He watches me as my eyes lower to his sizeable bulge, and then he says, “I will show you mine if you show me yours.”

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

chest, and v-lines come into view. Jesus. Like his brother, he is made of muscles and has honest-to-God

I blink back a surge of lust, trying

It doesn’t work.

confident, and his cocky personality shines through. Screw him for looking so damn good. I should be mad

asks. “Because

would love to see what

underneath.”