I stared down at my slippers, frowning. What was he driving at?
"Christina, Jennifer is the real estate agent."
I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer. "So you fell in love with her while trying to convince her to give you the deal?" I blurted angrily.
Blake just waited for me to calm down. He looked as sure of himself and as calm and collected as ever. I wanted to fly across the couch and shake him by the collar, to scream at him that it didn't matter how or why he fell in love with her. I hurt the same. I didn't need to hear this. I moved to get up and lead him out the door, but his next words stopped me in my tracks.
"No, Christina. I didn't fall in love with her. I've already told you that I'm in love with you. I'm doing what I need to do to get her to close the deal."
My jaw dropped. "What?"
"I'm in love with you, Christina. I always have been. I always will be."
My palms began to get sweaty, and I wiped them on my robe as I tried to process all of this information. He's in love with me. His relationship isn't real. "Does she know?" I asked though I was certain I already knew the answer.
"Of course not," he responded matter-of-factly. "But she will. Soon."
It felt so strange. I was taken over with this warm, blossoming feeling, one that told me that I was loved, that it wasn't all in my head. Now, instead of wanting to shake Blake, I wanted to kiss him again and again and never stop.
I couldn't help myself. As soon as it dawned on me that he wasn't actually cheating on me and that he loved me and not her, I was drawn to him. My arms wrapped possessively around his shoulders, and that was all I needed to do. Blake wrapped his arms around the small of my waist and pulled me to him so I was sitting on his lap. He held me up as if I didn't weigh a thing, and my heart fluttered for him as it never had stopped doing.
When our lips met, it would have taken more than an army to pull us apart. Fiery electricity coursed through me as his lips ravaged mine, devouring them with all of the feeling and emotion as two lovers who had been lost and had recently found each other again. I took it in eagerly, and could feel myself growing wet at the feel of his fingertips stroking my waist, my side, all the way up to the curve of my breast. I moaned into Blake's mouth and arched my back to really feel his hands on me, but he didn't give in. His fingers worked slowly, painfully softly, as they stroked my pebbled nipples over the fabric of my nightie.
I shifted, so as to not leave a stain on his jeans, but he held me in place with his other arm. It gripped me like he never wanted to let me go, and my heart pounded at the realization that everything he had told me was true. If only I'd given him a chance to explain himself, I thought.
There was still this nagging thought in the back of my mind, though. The thought of how he still wasn't officially finished with Jennifer. As much as I didn't want to, I had to pull away from Blake. He had to be done with her before we moved any further, because I knew it wouldn't feel "official" until he was done with her and washed his hands of her once and for all. So as much as I wanted to cry tears of joy for all of my pent of frustration, and moan cries of pleasure for my pent up sexual frustration, I knew the struggle wasn't over for me yet.
"When are you breaking it off with her?" I asked breathlessly once I had him at arm's length.
Please say before the wedding, I thought, my heart thumping in anticipation. If she hasn't signed it yet, then odds are she will sign it after the wedding since it's this weekend. If she ever does at all.
And my heart sunk. "As soon as she signs over the property to me."
"But Blake! That could take ages. What if she doesn't do it until after you're married and have kids?" I went cold. "You haven't slept with her, have you?"
His gorgeous features looked taken aback. His eyebrows pinched together slightly with his puzzlement. "Of course not. I haven't laid a finger on her."
"Or your lips?" I asked hopefully though I knew it'd be too much to ask. Most women want to 'try out the goods' before permanently sticking to the goods.
"No. I haven't touched her at all. I didn't need to."
Greedy bitch, I thought. I knew I shouldn't blame her--it's not like she even knew about me. But what else was I supposed to think about someone jumping to marry a billionaire they knew nothing about (including intimacy)?
"And... if she doesn't sign until after the wedding?"
I held my breath.
When Blake looked at me again, his eyes had turned dark. "It would be an inconvenience, but it'll be better for our future. For my future with you."
I let it out shakily and just shook my head sadly. "That isn't good enough." I stood up and gestured towards the door. "You should go. You have a wedding to prepare for."