His Unwanted Wife, The Billionaire's Obsession

passenger side and opened

uspicion. She had no idea what he planne

to you," he said, his expression flat. "You need

red to h

uises. The skin was still tender

ieved her suitcase and the teddy bear from t

rectly into the apartment. No hallway. N

st and cold-steel, glass, and shades of gray. Massive windows displayed the

by the door. "Sit," he comma

e side and pull

the sofa, clutching Lily's bear,

on the phone. "Ian, get over

-a cornered animal on

ss of water, which he placed on the coffee table in fro

f memories of Jace-his feigned kindness, the ge

le and unpredictable than Jace had ever

e had gone to the trouble of bringing

twisted together, leading her to

tter to just ge

im, she began to unbutton her c

something, froze. His brow furro

oor, revealing the thin shirt underneath.

resignation. "Isn't this what you want? Just like last night.

ignited in his chest-not at her, but at himself

ing hands, stopping her. His voice was a low, strangled sound f

e private elevator chime

stabbed a button on the

sor than a doctor, walked in and stopped short at

he terrified tears welling in her eyes, at the utter brokenness on her

ments rough but unmistakably protective. He pulled his jacket fro

of his body, the scent of his skin-it was nothi

d at the man by the door. "Ian!

. His expression turned serious. He dropp

n Blaise's arms, her

n giving him what she thought he w