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.”

to throw Jake my worse insults but

itself when his lips inch closer. “W-what are you doing now?!”

Jake murmurs, and his warm breath hits my face. Mark is in the background, yet

sure, Mark

with you, but that doesn’t

I growl, but my words

sounds

“All I want is

fucking

I’m not playing

“Liar!”

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

at Jake to put me down, but… I’m no longer in

and my

with lust.

He wants me?

smiles while moving some hair away from my burning cheeks. “I want you, Winnie… do you want me as much as I

in his eyes as he looks at me, and a muscle in his jaw ticks as his gaze lower to my breast. I’m not

How could I

underwear. I’m fighting not to rub my pussy against Jake’s hard-on.

is

lift my eyes to his beautifully sculpted chest. He is a bit more

full shelf, and his neck… holy fuck,

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

when he nods, I reach out my hands, feeling up

peering down at his

“Holy fucking shit…”

He watches me as my eyes lower to his

too.” Mark joins in on the conversation,

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

ripped than swollen, and I blink back a surge of

It doesn’t work.

good. I should be mad at him for admitting he was only messing around, but damn.

like?” Mark asks. “Because

you and would love

underneath.”