Free Lonzo: Book 2 (Tycoon Series Book 2) by Kat Madrid

hurt she felt from what he said.
    It wasn’t a real partnership like he wanted her to believe.
    He was offering her to become his mistress—a glorified whore, a kept woman to warm his bed at night; an arm candy should the need arose.
    Until the time he got tired of her and discard her for the next woman. To be thrown away like a dirty, used rag. Like the rest of his women.
    No way.
    She may love him but she would never allow herself to be treated that way. She deserved to be respected and if she can’t get that from the man she loved, she would rather walk away without a backward glance.
    She’d teach him a lesson.
    Since he got such a low opinion of her, she’d encourage him to think that way.
    She would turn the tables on him. Beat him at his own game.
    “Ah, but I don’t come cheap, Lonzo.”
    His eyes narrowed suspiciously.
    This made her angrier. How dare he judge her!
    “Try me.”
    “Twenty million euros. Another twenty payable once we call it quits,” she calmly said. It was an outrageous amount and she was sure he will not…?
    She lowered her lashes so he wouldn’t see the turmoil she felt.
    His eyes scanned her face. “Done.”
    She couldn’t believe he would agree to her terms.
    But then, this was Lonzo. That amount was probably a drop in a bucket in his vast assets.
    The man was a billionaire used to a lot of wheeling and dealing. For him, she was just another business deal. There were no emotions involved.
    Time to play him.
    “Now,” she said.
    He frowned. “What do you mean… now?”
    “I mean now. You have to write me a check. Now.”
    God, her own words were making her mentally puke.
    His eyes glinted in anger before his face became impassive.
    “Okay.”
    He stood from the bed to get his checkbook from his coat hanging over a chair.
    He wrote a check and handled it to her.
    It was a cash check for twenty million euros.
    She took the check coolly, carefully folded and put it inside her clutch.
    “That was fast business. It’s late. I have to go now.”
    “Go where?”
    “Why, back to my hotel. I have an early morning flight back to New York. Tomorrow’s the final fitting for the Victoria’s Secret show.”
    “You are not leaving!”
    Jordana stood her ground.
    “This caveman attitude has to go if you want us to get along, Vitale. I have obligations to fulfill if I’m to live with you. If you can’t be reasonable, I can tear this check and walk out of here.”
    “And lose all that money?”
    She shrugged. “I can earn that money in a year’s time—doing lingerie and swimwear shoots.”
    She sounded nonchalant. She called the shots this time, not him.
    He considered it for a few moments before pulling her back into his arms again.
    “You drive a hard bargain, woman.”
    “I intend to be on that flight to New York, tomorrow,” she said adamantly.
    He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled the zip down and began to nibble the sensitive area behind her ear.
    “Lonzo!” she gasped. “I really need to go!”
    He laughed at her outrage. “You’ll be on your way, cara. I’ll take you to the hotel and the airport myself. But not after I’ve had my fill of you tonight,” he said before he swung her over his shoulder and dumped her on the bed.
    She sighed before she gave in to her inner yearnings.
    This will really, really be the last time, she vowed.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Victoria’s Secret Runway Show
    The Armory, Lexington Avenue
    New York City
     
     
     
    Her hands were shaky as she adjusted the skimpy fantasy bra and matching panties she had on. What she had on was the show’s piece de resistance . All twenty-million dollars worth of it. It was mighty uncomfortable, though.
    She was careful whenever she moved around, keeping in mind that it was a multi million-dollar creation and a work of art by itself. It took an army of jewelers several months to execute the final design. The lingerie was studded with five thousand precious stones--diamonds,