Page 25 of Hot Tycoons Boxset
“The bakery is fine. It’s been taken care of.”
“What do you mean? Who’s taking care of it?” The words stumble out of me.
“I am.”
My eyes narrow at him.
“I told you before that I don’t want your money, Philip.”
Philip gives me a smile that tells me he doesn’t plan on listening to me.
“And I told you that since we’re married, what’s mine is yours and vice versa. So, you can look at it like this: I’m fixing up something that’s mine or you’re fixing up something using what’s yours.”
His weird wordplay throws me off, and I want to hit him.
“I want you to sign those papers tomorrow,” I hiss at him, annoyed and angry.
He shrugs, turning to pick up the document he put aside when I woke up.
“I don’t want to.”
I see red.
“Oh, for God’s sake, Philip. Stop playing these games with me. I have nothing that you could possibly want out of this sham of a marriage. Just sign those papers already so that we can both move on with our lives!”
The words come tumbling out, and I realize how desperately I want him gone. Each and every moment spent with him makes feelings I thought buried years ago stir inside me.
He gives me a long look.
“You’re wrong. There is something I’m getting out of this. And I refuse to give that up.”
As he climbs out of bed, I notice the bandages wrapped around his other arm.
My blood runs cold.
“What’s that? What happened to you?”
Philip glances at the wrappings and shrugs.
“It’s nothing to worry about. Just a shallow knife wound.”
I don’t believe him.
“People don’t get heavy bandaging for a shallow knife wound, Philip. Don’t lie to me.”
He walks over to my side and then leans over, making me bristle at his proximity. His arm cages me, and he grins at me.
“You’re so cute.”
I scowl at him as a response. He leans over and plants a kiss on the tip of my nose, making my eyes widen.
He darts away before I can react, and as he reaches the door, I feel my face must be lobster-red. He looks over at me, his tone serious.
“I’m not playing games with you, Charlotte. This time I’m playing for keeps.”
His words shake something in me, and I do nothing more than stare at his retreating back.
Playing for keeps?
