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I opened my eyes. “You hate me right now?” I asked her as she moaned, my voice low and rough as I watched her in the throes of pleasure.
“Yes,” she hissed. She shivered beneath me and kept bucking against my hand, wanting more… helpless to stop the pleasure I’d unleashed. Her dark eyes met mine. “I hate youso muchright now.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Devi
The next evening, we were back in Vancouver. It was a long flight, but with the private jet and the only three hour time change, we landed late afternoon. I was dropped off at my place, where I had just enough time to shower and get ready for a night out with my new husband.
According to Dane, there was no time to waste. Even though we hadn’t encountered any paparazzi on our quick, private getaway, he’d advised me that the news could leak at any time.
And it had.
By the time we landed, it was on Twitter. Someone had let the cat out of the bag, and it really could’ve been anyone, from someone at the resort to the limo service to any of the vendors along the way. Dane wasn’t upset about it. He just told me it was to be expected. Some Toronto-based gossip site had already picked it up, and from there, it would spread like wildfire.
So far, the buzz was that Dane had taken off to the Caribbean with a mystery woman—and that she was wearing an engagement ring that could’ve sunk a cruise ship. One of the posts I saw actually had a blurry photo of Dane standing somewhat next to Katie, the day we landed in the Caribbean and we were getting into our rental cars.
When I saw it, I immediately sent it to Katie.
Me:I guess you just married my husband. Congratulations. (Smirk emoji.)
She replied as I was getting out of the shower.
Katie:My husband will be so happy for us. (Crazy face emoji.)
When I clicked on the post again the image had already been redacted, as perhaps the error was discovered.
Weird.
I knew my best friend was used to this shit. But I so wasn’t.
Officially, the news of the marriage would hit tomorrow in a press release from Dane’s family to the world, and I was already bracing myself for it. And tonight, we were attempting to head off the gossip, as well as start to generate some positive—and accurate—buzz, with a fabricated “paparazzi” shoot on the way into a restaurant at dinner.
So, I got dressed up and prepared for this very public “date,” and tried to wear my new role as a billionaire’s wife as well as I could.
I needed to get used to it, fast. After our date tonight, I was officially moving in with my new husband.
And I hadn’t even fucked him yet.
Well, other than his fingers.
I still couldn’t quite believe that part had happened. It felt like some hot, intense, middle-of-the-night dream that was already fading and half-forgotten by morning. By the time I woke up next to him this morning and snuck out of bed before he woke up, to get dressed and go find Katie, it felt completely unreal.
But the way Dane looked at me after versus before, I knew it was real. It was in his eyes.
I touched your insides, they seemed to say, every time they met mine. Even when he was just asking me to pass him a section of the newspaper he wanted to read on the jet.I made you come,they said, when he dropped me off at my place,and you loved it.
I hadn’t even kissed him, except for some photo ops at our wedding.
But yes, I’d let him do that. And now just exchanging eye contact felt loaded with insinuation. Silent questions.
When are you going to let me do it again?
When are you going to let me do… all the other things?
And now more people were going to be showing up with cameras.
It was all much more nerve-racking than I thought it would be.
