Free Billionaire's Contract Engagement by Maya Banks Page B

wanted—still want—a woman who’ll put me first.”
    Celia snorted, covered her mouth and then dissolved into hoots of laughter.
    He regarded her dubiously. “I do believe you’re mocking me.”
    “Mocking you?” She wheezed between words and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. “Oh my, Evan. You do dream big, don’t you?”
    “Well, it was a good fantasy while it lasted,” he grumbled. “I looked around and there was Bettina. I didn’t have time to figure out what my ideal woman was. I wanted my perfect life then and I didn’t want to wait. So I asked her to marry me, she said yes, I gave her a ring and that was that.”
    “And yet here you are. With me. The fake fiancée.”
    He scowled ferociously at her only for her to dissolve into laughter again.
    “Okay, so what happened? Other than Mitchell stepping in and being an overindulged twit.”
    He liked this woman. She was good for his ego even when she was tearing it down.
    “Bettina wanted to set an immediate date. She had a grand wedding planned. Even had the honeymoon destination picked out. She littered my office with brochures. Hell, she even had our children’s names picked out.”
    “I would have thought given your fantasy that you would have eaten that up with a spoon,” she pointed out.
    “Yeah, so did I. Only I found myself backing off. I kept making excuses to extend the engagement. I was busy. This deal had to take priority. That deal needed immediate attention. Before I knew it, we had been engaged a year with a wedding scheduled another year beyond that. And moreover I was content with that.”
    “Did you never love her?” Celia asked quietly.
    “No. No, I didn’t. Which is why I can’t really blame her for wanting out. Our marriage would have been a disaster just assoon as I figured out the reality didn’t live up to the fantasy I’d created in my mind. I just didn’t think she’d dump me for Mitchell or that Mitchell would have been poaching on my territory.”
    Celia winced. “Yeah, I can understand that.”
    “I found them in bed, you know. How clichéd is that? The sad thing is, when I found them together in my bed, I just laughed, because to me it was just the next step in an already farcical relationship. I tossed them out of my apartment and washed my hands of them both.”
    Celia’s expression grew thoughtful. “Hmm, so you don’t necessarily object to the fact that she found someone else. Or that she cheated on you. Just who she indulged herself with.”
    Evan nodded and rubbed the back of his neck to ease some of the tension and fatigue. Just talking about it raised his ire all over again.
    “Yeah, it’s stupid I know. I mean, she could have cheated on me with my business partner, or my vice president or, hell, even my driver. I wouldn’t have cared. I might have even given the man a raise. But my brother. My spoiled, overindulged brother. No, that was the one thing I couldn’t forgive.”
    “Well, if their relationship is based on all you say, then I’d imagine they’ll suffer enough in the long run without you wishing them ill.”
    He regarded her for a long moment. “You’re not going to lecture me about harboring childish grudges?”
    She smiled, and those gorgeous green eyes cut right through him. She took his breath away until he was helpless to do anything but stare back.
    “Nope. Not a word. Considering I have my own grudges and I don’t plan on forgetting them in this lifetime, I could hardly chastise you for the same.”
    “Oh, do tell. You sound so…vicious. I like it,” he teased.
    Her expression grew serious. Pain flickered in her eyes, and she turned away, her mouth drawn into a tight line. Hewas immediately sorry that the light mood had dissolved. As much as he wanted to know her secrets, he wanted to see her laughing and smiling even more.
    To cover the sudden heaviness in the air, he got up to pour a glass of wine. Without a word, he offered one to her, and she took it,