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.”

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

itself when his lips inch closer. “W-what are you doing

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

to me. “And sure, Mark and

you, but that doesn’t mean something isn’t here.”

growl, but my words

sounds hurt.

my eyes. “All I

home because I’m fucking

His tone sounds almost angry.” I’m not

“Liar!”

“Are you angry because you think we only pretended we wanted you? Because I’m

sentence. vanishes into thin air. I planned to yell at Jake to put me down, but… I’m no longer in control. Jake is hard underneath me, and it’s distracting. My legs

thighs, and my

with lust.

He wants me?

some hair away from my burning cheeks. “I want

gaze lower to my breast. I’m not naked, but I might

could I have missed that

wearing underwear. I’m fighting not to rub my pussy against Jake’s

is

chest. He is a bit more swollen than his

His pecs are like a full shelf, and his neck… holy fuck, those

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

And when he

while peering down at

“Holy fucking shit…”

lower to

in on the conversation, and when I turn around, he is standing there, wearing

view. Jesus. Like his brother, he is made of muscles and has

He is more ripped than swollen, and I blink back a surge

It doesn’t work.

cocky personality shines through. Screw him for looking so damn good. I should be mad at him for admitting

like?” Mark asks. “Because

and would love to see what

underneath.”