One Night to Risk it All. Maisey Yates
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who he really was. What he really wanted from her.
If you don’t want to put out, that’s fine. But I have all those nice pictures of you. A very compelling video. Of what you did for me. I don’t need sex. A little money from the media will be even nicer.
She’d thought she was smarter. More protected. Different.
She was the same foolish girl she’d always been. Worse, even, because this time the villain had succeeded in his seduction. He’d more than succeeded.
What she’d done with him...what she’d let him do to her...
“Alexios?”
The man in her bed stirred and Rachel tried not to pass out. Tried not to vomit. Or run screaming from the room.
She had to know what had happened. She had to know if he knew who she was.
Of course he does. Like he’s here by accident? You can only be a naive fool to a certain point, moron.
“Alexios,” she said his name again and he sat up, a wicked smile curving his face. When he actually looked at her, the smile faded.
As if he knew, even half asleep, that he wasn’t waking to the postcoital scene he was hoping to be a part of. As if he knew that his response to the name had been wrong.
He’d probably already forgotten which woman he’d been in bed with. Which hotel.
That made her want to be violently ill. Or just violent.
But for the moment, she had to stay calm. She had to get answers.
“Rachel,” he said, his voice as strong as whiskey and good sex, going straight to her head and making her toes curl. “You should come back to bed.”
“I don’t... No.” She put her hand on her forehead. “Not right now. I...”
His eyes met with her hands. Where her fingers held his wallet. He looked back up at her, one black brow arched. Something in his manner changed. In an instant, he changed.
He pushed his dark curls off of his forehead and for a second she thought she was looking at a stranger. A naked stranger.
Then she realized that was what he was. She didn’t know this man. Not at all. She’d fooled herself into thinking they’d shared something. That their souls had met, or some such idiocy. But they hadn’t.
It only underlined her stupidity. Her weakness.
Last night, she’d felt like herself. Freed from all the layers of protection and expectation. Somehow slipped free of those well-meaning, soul-binding words spoken by her parents all those years ago. She’d felt real. Well, real Rachel was, it turned out, incredibly stupid. There was a reason she’d been kept in hiding.
“You know who I am, don’t you?” she asked.
He stood, the covers falling from around his waist, his body, his beautiful hard body, on display for her. And even now it made her heart leap into her throat. Like it was trying to climb out so it could get a look at the view.
“Why were you looking at my wallet?”
“It was on the floor. I picked it up. I thought, ‘nice wallet for a cabin boy.’ Clearly far too nice. So now you might as well tell me the truth.”
“I know who you are,” he said. “Imagine my surprise when you found me before I could find you. Imagine my further surprise when I realized I didn’t need a week or a special event to seduce you. You were a lot easier than I expected.”
“To what end?” she asked, her heart thundering, her hands shaking. “Why would you... Why...?”
“Because I want what he has. Everything. And I’ve had something very special to him now. Now we both know I’ve had you first.”
“You bastard,” she said, scouring the room for her clothes. “You...! This is my hotel room.” She stopped collecting her clothes and started getting his instead. “Get your clothes and get out.” She threw his shorts at him, then his shirt. “Out!”
He started dressing. “I don’t know who you think your fiancé is, but I know who he is.”
“And I know who you are! A... A... I can’t even think of a bad enough word for what you are. And you’re no kind of man.”
“You and I both know I am.”
“The ability to trick a woman into letting you put your hard penis inside of her does not make you a man!”
“Did I trick you? Or did I, like you, not tell you everything. I hardly forced you into bed.”
No, he hadn’t. And that meant it was her fault. Her stupid, stupid fault.
“But you...seduced me knowing that you would ruin my engagement. With the express intent of doing it!”
“And you thought my seducing you would leave it intact? Is that it? Or are you just pissed because I planned it?”
“Yes! I am pissed that you planned it. I thought we had something... I thought...” Her throat closed off, emotion, anger choking our her words.
“Such a virgin, Rachel,” he said, his tone dry.
“No, I’m not, and I think we both know it. Because of you!” And even before that she’d lacked innocence. Which meant she should have known, she did know. But he’d made her forget.
“Because of you, agape,” he said, tugging his slacks up and doing the button. “You made your choice. Don’t be angry with me because I outed you as being faithless.”
Before she could measure her response, his wallet was sailing out of her hands, skimming his ear, hitting the wall behind him. “Out!” she screamed.
She had just destroyed her engagement. The future of her family’s company. All for sex. Sex with a man who’d been using her. Tricking her. Trying to hurt Ajax...
Ajax, who hadn’t deserved this treatment at all. Who cared for her. And her father... After all he’d done for her...
She pressed her palms into her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Out. Out. Out,” she said.
“Rachel...”
“You ruined my life!” she screamed, flinging her arms wide. “I thought you were different. I thought you made me...feel something and you were just lying. I blew up my life for you and it was a lie!”
“I never promised you anything. You made a mistake. Unhappily for you.”
“Don’t call him,” she said, her stomach sinking. “Just don’t call him.”
“I don’t have to,” he said. “You won’t marry him.”
“One night with you and I’m going to leave the man I’ve been engaged to for years? I hardly think so,” she said. Only a few moments ago, she would have. Just a few short moments ago.
She would have exposed herself to scandal, exposed her family to it. She would have destroyed everything she’d spent years rebuilding for him. What had she been thinking?
And now...what had she done? What was wrong with her? She hadn’t thought, not for a moment. She’d been feeling. Lost in some inane fantasy that had no hope of ever coming true.
Now she was sitting here, all of it burned down, ash at her feet, the hero of the story revealed as a villain.
“Just go. And please don’t contact me. Please don’t call him, don’t... Don’t.”
“Now, why,” he said, his lip curling, “would I agree to that? I got exactly what I wanted. I am a man who makes careful plans, agape, and I don’t plan on changing them just because you shed a tear.”
He strode across the room, to the hotel door, and walked out. He didn’t even look at her again. Didn’t spare