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darling. Do you know
I fooled myself into thinking I hated you? I convinced myself that
I wanted to see you suffer. But the truth was I never stopped
wanting you or loving you.’
    ‘ Will you forgive me for
what I did, Sky?’
    ‘ Oh, darling,’ I said, and
my throat ached. ‘There is nothing to forgive. I was dead inside
until you came.’
    ‘ I love you, Sky. I
couldn’t stop loving you even after trying for years. You’re mine
forever.’
    I smiled up at my man. ‘Go on then. Show me
how much I’m yours.’
    He picked me up and, carrying me in his
powerful arms, kicked the door of the bedroom open. And the
expression in his beautiful, beautiful eyes—pretty wicked!
    The End
     
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    Books by Georgia Le
Carre
    The Billionaire Banker
Series:
    Owned
    Forty 2 Days
    Besotted
    Seduce Me
    Love’s Sacrifice
    The series should be read
in the order shown above
    Coming next…
    Masquerade
     
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    One
    Billie Black
    ‘Fucking kids,’ I swear and bury my head
under the pillow, but the irritating ringing of the doorbell
continues mercilessly. The desire to go out and throttle them is so
strong it makes me grit my teeth.
    I pull myself out from under my pillow
abruptly with a frown. Hang on a minute. I no longer live in the
poor end of Kilburn, and there are no kids roaming the corridors
annoying people on Sundays here. Also, I have no debts left so it
can’t be debt collectors either. Not that those lazy fuckers will
work on Sundays.
    I get out of bed and, walking barefoot to
the front door, curiously put my eye to the spy hole.
    Whoa!
    I draw back hastily, and press my hand to my
shocked belly. This is far worse than any debt collector. By far
worse. The bell rings again and holds. The sound is loud and
insistent. It’s not going to go away. I turn my head and look at
myself in the mirror on the wall. My hair is a spiky rat’s nest. I
pull my fingers viciously through the unruly mess, but it does not
improve. The bell goes again. Oh, fuck it! Whatever. I don’t care,
anyway. I take a deep breath, rearrange my face into one of
impatient exasperation and fling open the door.
    Cor… Look at that. Tight black T-shirt
packed hard with muscles, he fills the corridor like the Incredible
Hulk, only he is all blond, and he makes little kitty clench tight
even on a Sunday. Damn this man to hell. How can anyone look this
good at this time of the morning?
    He removes his finger coolly off my doorbell
and smiles a devastatingly attractive smile, before letting his
gaze, all wicked and sexy, start roving down my body. It’s like
having melted chocolate poured all over me. I want to lick myself.
Keep it together now.
    ‘ What do you want?’ I
demand aggressively.
    ‘ To fuck you
senseless.’
    I don’t succeed in stifling the gasp that
rises into my mouth. The cheek of the man is astounding. Last night
he brazenly introduces me to his girlfriend, and this morning he
stands on my doorstep wanting a legover! I feel a fine rage in my
veins.
    ‘ Fuck off, you cheating
skunk,’ would, as Ali down the sweet shop would say, be giving him
too much face. ‘Piss off, I don’t want you to fuck me senseless,’
would be a lie. So: I nod, and move quickly to slam the door in his
lazily smiling face. With lightning speed he lays his palm firmly
against the wood and resolutely pushes his way in. I am engulfed by
the smell of his freshly showered body. Probably washing off her
smell, I think sourly. I don’t do the undignified thing and attempt
to fight against such a male show of strength. I will decimate him
with pithy wit instead.
    Inside, he looks as out of place as a rhino
in a China shop.
    ‘ The polite thing to do
would be to offer me some tea,’ he says, one blond eyebrow
arching.
    I cross my arms over my chest. ‘I’m actually
not feeling very polite at the moment.’
    He flashes a pearly white grin: wolfish in
the extreme. The guy is a walking sex bomb. ‘That’s just grand,’ he
says.