Free 3 BOOK BUNDLE: Flown By The Billionaire I, II, & III by Carla Davis Page A

I stated, my voice cracking. “I don’t want
to hear anything you have to say.”
    He came nearer, sliding a hand into his pocket and
retrieving the key. “I...” he mumbled, his rich eyes staring at me as though I had somehow harmed him .
    The fact that he dared feel wounded made me all the more
furious. How did the man have the gall to look at me like that?
    “You lied to me,” I told him, the words pushed out in a
harsh whisper. “ You ,” I emphasized, “lied to me. And nothing you can say
now will change that.”
    His strong jaw dipped and he stared at the carpet. “You’re
right,” he eventually sighed. Suddenly, his head rose and he nodded. “But if
you would just let me explain,” he added.
    “I don’t want-” I began, shaking my head vehemently. My
insistence was halted by the sound of the elevator doors. I swiveled toward the
suite, hiding my tear-streaked face, as two middle-aged women stepped out of
the car and passed us. Although emotions were churning passionately, shame and
embarrassment still prevented me from drawing attention to myself.
    Without a word, Alex stepped forward. His arm brushed my
shoulder, causing me to leap back, as he stretched across me and stuck the card
key in the door. The tiny light blinking green, he pushed the door open and
gestured for me to enter.
    Not looking up, I strode quickly across the threshold. Once
in the room, my feet didn’t slow. I scurried through the living room to the
bedroom, scooped up the suitcase I’d left on the floor, and tossed it on the
bed. My fingers reached out to unclasp the case, but my eyes were suddenly
captivated by the bed and its sheets, which were creased and strewn haphazardly
over the mattress. White hot rage filled me and I felt the color drain from my
face, as the memory of what we’d done just two hours previously stabbed me in
the chest. That time, he’d even told me he loved me. Another lie, no doubt.
    Briefly, I closed my eyes, and the words resonated in my
head. His strangled voice muttering, ‘I love you’, as his climax spilled warmth
into me. Oh, God. That was something else. I hadn’t just been having sex with a
married man. I’d been having unprotected sex with a married man. If he’d lied
to me, then maybe he’d done the same to other women. He could have been having
multiple affairs.
    “How many?” I mumbled, my eyes still fixed to the mattress.
    Alex was standing by the bedroom door. I had felt his
presence and the heat of his eyes, but he’d remained silent until then. “What?”
    “How many others?” I asked, my face snapping around to his.
    “Others?” he muttered, shaking his head.
    “How many other ‘other women’ have there been?” I asked
harshly, annoyed that he didn’t understand.
    His chest moved with a deep inhalation. “There isn’t anyone
else,” he insisted. “You’re the only one.”
    “Hmm,” I muttered sarcastically. Turning my head away, I
focused once more on the suitcase, unzipping it quickly. “Isn’t that the line
you give your wife?”
    “Mel,” he softly uttered. “Look, I understand if you want to
leave and I won’t stop you, but you’ve got to listen to me. Katherine and I
have been separated for nearly six months.”
    His words were penetrating on some level, but as I stalked
to the dresser, yanking at the clothes I’d placed there not half an hour
before, I tried to look as though I wasn’t listening.
    “The divorce has been filed. It’s taking forever to
iron out the details; she’s been dragging it out and...”
    “Maybe she’s dragging it out because she doesn’t really want
a divorce,” I pointed out, dumping an armful of clothes into the case, uncaring
that they were a messy heap.
    “No, she’s trying to get every cent she can, and she’s
trying to keep my son from me,” he responded, suddenly not as calm as he had
been.
    “It doesn’t alter the fact that you’re still married,” I
said, striding back to the dresser for my