Felix groaned softly, his grip tightening. “Fuck! You acting up ‘cause you’re sick,” he muttered, voice rough, “or you just trying to mess with me right now?”
She laughed quietly, her breath brushing his ear. “Both.”
The next second, he pushed her back against the table, his control snapping just like that.
I flinched.
My vision blurred.
I remembered.
Four years ago. That same woman, naked on his desk, begging him. “Please… just once…”
And Felix didn’t even look at her. “Get this shit out of my office,” he had said coldly.
Then he covered my eyes, pulling me into him. “Don’t look,” he murmured. “It’s disgusting. I’ll only ever touch one woman. You.”
I believed him. God… I believed him.
And now… he was touching her like she was everything. Like she was the only one. There was no disgust in his eyes. Only… affection.
I couldn’t watch anymore. I turned and walked away, my legs shaking so badly I almost fell.
...
When Felix came back later, it was like nothing had happened. Like he didn’t just break me upstairs.
He held a box in his hand and walked straight to me, smiling slightly. “Danica,” he said, placing it in my hands, “this hotel… it’s yours now.”
I blinked. What?