At the Ruthless Billionaire's Command

ked her out and she’d accepted. They had dated for another year before he proposed and she had accepted. They had been engaged for just over a month before David had invited her back to spend the night at his apartment, and again she had accepted.

Up until the night David had ended their engagement he had been every inch the gentleman throughout the whole of their courtship.

Gregorio wasn’t a gentlemen, and nor did he ever ask for anything he wanted. He just assumed it was his right and took it.

But wasn’t it better that way?

To be simply swept off one’s feet and not have to think about whether or not it was sensible, or consider the possible repercussions—?

No, of course it wasn’t! Now that Lia was completely on her own it was even more important for her to be on her guard. Most especially so with Gregorio de la Cruz.

* * *

‘You cheated,’ Lia complained two hours later as she let the two of them into her apartment.

‘I merely suggested we bring dessert back here.’ Gregorio followed her inside.

‘And so delayed answering my questions for even longer. Well, don’t make yourself too comfortable,’ she warned as Gregorio sat down at the breakfast bar. ‘Because you aren’t staying.’

‘You are bossy in bed,’ he said knowingly.

‘You’ll never know,’ she assured him tersely.

Gregorio made no reply. Why bother contradicting her when it would only lead to another disagreement? When he was fully aware that Lia, in spite of herself, wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Besides, he could afford to concede a single battle when he had no intention of losing the war.

‘Do you want any dessert?’

‘I couldn’t eat another thing after that delicious meal.’

‘That’s what I thought.’ She put the dessert in the fridge before straightening. ‘I’ve had dinner with you, fulfilled my part of the agreement, now it’s time for you to start talking.’

She leaned back against one of the kitchen cupboards, arms crossed defensively in front of her chest.

‘Of course.’

Gregorio stood up in what was now a very tidy apartment. All the boxes had been emptied and removed, the furniture was neatly arranged, and several photographs of Lia and her father had been placed in prominent places.

‘I liked your father very much—but obviously you choose not to believe that,’ he said impatiently, acknowledging her sceptical snort.

‘I have no reason to believe anything you say.’

‘And I have no reason to lie to you.’ He scowled. ‘Lia, De la Cruz Industries did not withdraw from the negotiations to purchase your father’s company.’

‘Of course you did—’

‘No,’ he stated evenly. ‘Your father was the one who withdrew from our offer.’

‘That’s ridiculous.’ Lia pushed away from the kitchen unit, her movements restless as she walked into the larger area of the sitting room. ‘Why on earth would he do that when he was on the verge of bankruptcy and so badly needed to sell Fairbanks Industries?’

‘In light of the current FSA investigation into the company, I think we may assume it was because he had discovered some...discrepancy.’

‘What sort of discrepancy?’

‘I believe several million pounds were transferred from the company accounts to offshore bank accounts.’

‘You believe or you know?’