Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 387 No Dice

Jonathan was worried about Rose getting cold. She would have been touched by his concern if he hadn't called her "wifey", which reminded her that what they had was a deal on paper-a consequence of mistakes and happenstance.

She could ignore that stinging fact if she were in Aquastead. But now that they were in Regalia, she had to admit Anastasia had given her a reality check.

"Don't call me 'wifey' so casually, Mr. Finch," Rose warned, her gaze distant and flickering with contempt.

The smile on Jonathan's handsome face faltered slightly, but only for a moment. The corners of his lips were still tugged upward when he reached for Rose's hand.

However, she drew back from him when his fingers grazed her hand. He heard her sneer the next second.

"You're making things hard for me, Mr. Finch. Don't you know where you are? It's not a good look for the head of the Finch family to be caught loitering outside Young Estate.

"Who knows what the media is capable of writing up if someone snapped a picture of you hovering here? The rumors could be damaging for both of us.

"Also, while I appreciate you helping me last night in front of the press, you are still a member of high society. I'd rather you didn't say any of those things or behave that way in the future, lest someone gets the wrong idea."

the conversation brief and straight to the point. As such, she kept a cold and indifferent tone while delivering the harshest words she could think

revered his whole life, could

assessed Rose with narrowed eyes. She felt her

beast in

Rose added fuel to the fire she was building.

around her wrist. Before she could register what was happening, he reached his free hand out the car window and cupped the back of her

eyes. This close up, she could see the muscle in his jaw feathering with

"Don't-"

funeral hall of Young Estate, where

tightly coiled in resistance. Just as she thought he was going to

his warm breath tickled the delicate curve of her ear. She shuddered at the sensation just as Jonathan

could have flayed

like his heart was cracking beneath his ribcage. But for all his rage, he dared not bite down hard on her neck for fear that he would hurt her in the

went still as he nipped her neck as if to punish her. He

she acclimated to the feel of his teeth against her bare skin. She let him do what he wanted. For a moment,