Free Saved By A Billionaire Brit by Sandra Dee Page A

so sudden that I didn't know what to ask.
    "Honey, why can't I touch you? You know how much I need you, how much I've missed you." Rex stepped into the apartment.
    "Rex, if you're so anxious to see me, why did you come here with Sharon?"
    "Sharon? Why on earth would I come here with Sharon? She blackmailed me into calling you and is trying to get the police to arrest me. What happened to us is all just a terrible mistake."
    "I saw you with Sharon in Oia late yesterday afternoon, just before sunset."
    "What is Oia? I don't know what you're talking about." Rex moved toward me again, and I retreated into the living room.
    "Are you trying to tell me you aren't here on the island with Sharon?"
    "Darling, that's impossible. I was in Switzerland yesterday and arrived in Athens last night. I wasn't here at all. Just a minute, I might have the boarding pass in my jacket pocket." Rex stopped and dug into the jacket on his arm. He found a crumpled piece of paper and smiled as he tried to give it to me.
    "Ok, Rex, I believe you. Sit down, I'm willing to listen just as soon as I put on some clothes." I kept backing into the bedroom.
    "Aw, honey, you don't have to do that. I keep hoping that towel will fall off." He had that same old pretty boy gleam in his eyes.
    I raced through the bedroom and into the closet, hoping that Rex wouldn't follow. I wasn't sure I'd be able to resist him now that I knew he was probably telling the truth. I shouldn't have those emotions, but sometimes I think with my heart instead of my head. I was growing more and more confident that Sharon had lied to both of us. A surprising wave of pity began to take hold. Rex had called off our engagement in a panic. He hadn't known what to do and made a bad mistake. Were we both victims? Should I feel sorry for myself too? As usual my brain was whirling. I tried to steady myself and think what to do.
    I was still straightening my sun dress when I returned. He was sitting on the couch, so I sat down just out of reach. "Rex, I'm trying to understand. Tell me why you were in Switzerland."
    "I had to do some banking. I've quit my job permanently, but it's fine. You and I will be much happier in Brazil. We can live like royalty. Believe me, you can have anything you want because there is no dollar limit. In fact, when we leave here, we will fly to Paris to pick up our new private plane. The sale has already been arranged and paid for, but I might need to find pilots willing to fly us from Paris to Brazil. I'm pretty sure we will hire one or two other people for the flight crew. I have to check with the sellers. But, darling, I'm sure you can fill your time looking at art or shopping for French fashions."
    If I had been confused before, it suddenly seemed minor. Once again I had the feeling of hanging off a Santorini cliff.
    "Just days ago we were looking for a New York apartment near Central Park. How on earth do you plan to pay for a two million dollar apartment and buy a private jet at the same time? Did you rob the bank in Switzerland? Why else would we be moving to Brazil? Surely you must mean a vacation home? Did Sharon quit because you have gone crazy?" I pulled the wet hair out of my face so I could get a better look at his eyes.
    "You are missing the point, Alexa. I can't tell you how sorry I am that I let her terrorize me. In my heart I never really jilted you. All that is behind us. I am here with you, and we are totally free now. No one can ever hurt us again, not even Sharon. It is important for you to understand. Don't concern yourself about a Manhattan apartment. We are leaving for Brazil in a few hours with more money than you can imagine. I'm not talking about a million or two; I'm talking about more than a billion. Our life will be a fairy tale. You can live in a palace if you wish. How about a vacation home on an island in Dubai? We have our own private jet to take us to any idyllic spot on earth. Brazil will just be our base. We can go anywhere and have