He didn’t shy away from her anger. His green eyes fixed on her, the thick of the forest, the dark, inconceivable pit. He was a monster, but a beautiful one with his sharp, dimpled chin and mussed coffee-bean hair. If only, with his confession, he’d also been forced to shed the mask he’d used to lure her in.
“You’re wrong. I haven’t lost anything,” he said. “Because I’m not the one who fell in love.”
“Yes, you did. I want to hear you say it. You made me say it, you fucking coward. Now you say it.”
“You will never hear me say it,” he said. “Get out.”
He might as well have slapped her. She almost wished he had, because at least then she’d be able to feel her pain in a physical way, instead of as a gaping hole in her chest. “You can thank Brigitte for me. She sa
ved me from making the biggest mistake of my life.”
Lola left the suite. She had somewhere to be and not long now to get there.
But she wasn’t finished with Beau. He’d committed the greatest crime there was—he’d played with love. And nobody should ever be able to get away with that.
He’d made mistakes, thinking she hadn’t been paying attention, but she had. He’d exposed his weakness to her and handed her the weapon she needed.
He survived on power—she would take it from him.
He was in love with her—she would use that to do it.
As she rode the elevator down to the ground floor, she made a decision. Somehow, some way, Beau would get what he deserved. She would break him too, and she’d do it without the mercy he’d tried to afford her. He’d hidden behind his money so long, he’d never let anyone close enough to hurt him. Except for her. She was there. She was certain that he loved her—and that he’d come to regret it.
She wasn’t sure how.
She wasn’t sure when.
She only knew one thing.
Beau Olivier would be sorry he’d ever laid eyes on her.
Afterword
Thank you for reading Domination, book two in the Explicitly Yours Series.