The Greek Billionaire and I

For some stupid, inconceivable reason, her heart was trying to convince her that Mykolas Sallis could prove her wrong. That maybe, maybe with Mykolas Sallis, she had found someone who would never betray her – never choose anything or anyone over her.

Because now she knew…

Oh my God!

Velvet fell to the floor.

“Cristo!” In the next second, Mykolas was out of the lounge chair and bent down on one knee as he helped a dazed-looking Velvet up. “Are you all right?”

“I…I…”

I love you.

Shiiiit!

Velvet bit her lip hard.

No, no, no!

How could she be in love with Mykolas Sallis when today was the first time they had met? That was impossible! Impossible!

But was it really, an inner voice asked. Today may be the first time they had met, but hadn’t they known each other far longer than that? Hadn’t Mykolas proven himself in many different ways that he treasured her over others?

She remembered the one time she had to stay up late, working on her lesson plan to present to the dean, and he had stayed up late with her because she had stupidly confided to him that she was worried about falling asleep.

“Wake up, Velvet.”

“I wasn’t sleeping.” But actually, she had been.

“Of course you were. Focus on me, Velvet. Focus on my voice and if you are really feeling sleepy, focus on my long hard cock going into your beautiful sweet mouth. If I have your mouth stuffed with my cock, you wouldn’t be able to sleep, would you? You’d be too busy sucking.”

“You are so f*cking obsessed with sex!” But his trick had worked, and she hadn’t been able to sleep because she had then been too busy trying not to think of her going down on him.

She remembered the time she had been suffering from a bad case of migraine. The pain had been so great she had been forced to take a day off.

“You sound like you are dying, dammit. Let me send a doctor to you.”

“Too tired. Argue. Please.”

“I can’t just do nothing when you’re clearly about to die!”

“Not. Dying. A*shole.”

Mykolas had laughed, but the sound had been shaky, making Velvet realize even in her weakened state that the Greek billionaire really was worried about her. “Will be. Okay.”

“Tell me what to do. Anything.”

Eyes still squeezed shut at the pain, body curled in a ball, she whispered without thinking, “Sing.”

“The f*ck?”

“Sing…Taylor Swift.”

“I’m going to put the phone down now.”

She didn’t say anything.

A few moments later, “Are you f*cking serious?”

“Please.”

“God. Damn. You.”

Vaguely, she heard Mykolas’ fingers tapping on his device.

“If you tell this to any living soul, I’ll strangle you. No, better yet, I’ll f*ck you in front of the entire school and you will never find a job as a teacher again.”

Somehow, she had found the strength to smile. “Because you’re. An a*shole. Two. Taylor. Swift. Songs.”

“God. Damn. You.”

But Mykolas had ended up singing three Taylor Swift songs that night.

“Velvet?”

Mykolas’ low frantic voice had Velvet crashing back to the present. Mykolas was cupping her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Answer me, Velvet! Are you all right?”

Oh God.

She was in love with him.

Velvet looked at Mykolas and wanted to burst into tears. How could she be so stupid as to fall in love with a Greek billionaire? Hadn’t she learned anything from Mairi? Her friend had also fallen for one, and now she didn’t even have a job, and everyone thought she was Damen’s mistress.

She made herself look into Mykolas’ eyes. His eyes…those eyes…she wanted to drown in those—

Velvet almost groaned.

Oh my God, had she just thought she wanted to drown in his f*cking eyes?

“VELVET!”

She stammered, “I’m okay.”

Mykolas scowled. “Something’s not right. Why did you fall?”

I fell because I love—

Velvet clamped her mouth shut.

His scowled darkened. “You are worrying me—”

She shook her head. “No. I’m okay. I…I l…” I can’t say that! Oh my God, what’s happening to me? Why can’t I stop thinking about how much I love him?

“You l…what?”

“L…L…” Dammit, if he kept asking her, she would likely slip up and blurt out that she loved him. She loved Mykolas Sallis, the Greek billionaire who thought everyone could be bought. Riiiight. She could totally see that going down well with him.

“What?”

“L…let’s f*ck!” Before she or Mykolas could say another word, Velvet threw her arms around him and covered his lips with hers.





Chapter Six




One moment, they were talking. The next, Velvet was tackling Mykolas to the floor and practically trying to rape him. That was normally a good thing, but it was also quite sudden, leaving him bemused and aroused at the same time.

“What the f*ck’s gotten into you?” Mykolas demanded as he finally managed to wean Velvet off him.

She had a mulish, desperate expression on her face. “No more talking. Let’s just f*ck. Please?”

“We’ll f*ck in a moment. You’re crazy to think we won’t be doing it. But tell me—”

Tell me.

Those words terrified her. She didn’t want to tell him anything. Discovering her feelings for him had turned her into such an emotional wreck, she was afraid she would end up blurting out her love if they talked some more.

“Mykolas, no more talking. Let’s just f*ck. Please?” And so he wouldn’t argue, she reached behind her to unknot her bikini.

His eyes widened. “Are you insane?” he hissed. “A photographer could be watching us from anywhere! Do you want your topless photo showing up on the Internet tomorrow?” But Velvet didn’t show any signs of stopping. With a curse, Mykolas swiftly scooped her up in his arms just before her bikini top fell off her body. His arms tightened around her the same time she pressed herself against him, her soft bare breasts flattened against his chest.

A shudder ran through him as he carried her back down to the stateroom. Dio! That was a close call. No f*cking way would he ever let any photographer see her naked! He looked down at Velvet in consternation. “What’s gotten into you?”

She hid her face in the space between his shoulder and neck. “Nothing.” Feeling him sigh in exasperation, knowing that he likely wouldn’t stop asking her until she gave him a plausible explanation, Velvet made her move the moment they entered the stateroom and she felt him lowering her to the bed. As quickly as she could, she wriggled out of her bikini bottom and threw it to the floor.

Mykolas gaped. “What the f*ck?”

Velvet whispered, “Don’t make me beg.”

He was out of his board shorts in no time and lying on top of her.

She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Mykolas’ hard body trembled at the kiss, the sensation magnified by the way her breasts brushed against his chest and her long silky legs snaked around his. “You’re a virgin, dammit,” he muttered even as he couldn’t help kissing his way down to her neck, sucking the very same spot he had left a mark on at the museum.

“You should be wanting me to take this gently.”

Velvet’s eyes had fallen close. “No. I don’t want gentle.” It was true. She wanted everything hard, fast, and mind-blowing so that she wouldn’t ever have a free second to think of what this would do to her. She loved him so much. And if they made love, she knew she would love him forever. It was such a stupid risk to take, but she couldn’t help it.