Billionaire Unloved

Maybe I’d made a mistake.

Maybe I’d pushed him too far.

Maybe I’d hurt him.

He stood up and wrapped his arm around my waist. “You really know how to convince me to do anything. You got me with the feeling you up part.”

I beamed up at him as I took his arm. “Good. Because there’s nobody else I want to touch me but you. And I don’t believe you can’t dance.”

I searched his face, trying to tell him with my eyes that there was nothing to stop him except himself.

“You’ll find out if I end up dumping us both on our asses,” he said roughly as he took my hand and led me slowly out to the floor.

I didn’t give him time to think about what he was doing as I slid my arms around his neck. “I think dancing can be like making love to someone in a different way,” I told him.

“I’m pretty okay with the old way,” he rumbled as he took my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist.

I laughed as he led me slowly around the dance floor. It was a very slow beat, and Jett was easy to follow as I leaned into him just enough to try to make him forget that he was dancing.

I rested my head on his shoulder, and we fell naturally into a slow rhythm that was comfortable for both of us.

We swayed together until I finally said, “You’re a phenomenal dancer.”

“You’re nuts,” he said, his voice lighter. “And you lured me into this with lustful promises.”

At that moment, I knew that everything was going to be okay. Jett and I were made to challenge each other, but only in the best of ways.

I felt his hand stroke across my back, and the sensation made me shiver.

“I’m sure you were born with lustful thoughts,” I answered, teasing him.

“I’m only that way with you,” he said huskily as he leaned back to look at me.

I fell into the emerald green of his eyes, my heart stuttering as I tumbled.

When he swooped in to kiss me, everything that had ever been wrong in my world righted itself.

I might not be completely healed, and I had no doubt that I’d still struggle with my issues for a very long time.

But tonight, my broken soul had come back together again, and I was more than happy to live with the cracks that needed time to disappear.

As long as I had the beautiful man who was holding me, there was very little I couldn’t do.

Ruby

One Month Later…

“I’m glad they didn’t get married,” Jett said as we left the church where Stuart and Lia were supposed to get married.

“She’s heartbroken,” I told him.

“No, she’s not,” Jett argued as he opened the door of the sedan and waited for me to get into the car.

Pete had parked outside the church and he looked startled when I jumped inside.

Jett explained to his friend and driver that the ceremony never happened, and we’d be headed back home.

“No woman wants to be left at the altar,” I admonished.

As the car started moving, Jett said, “Better that than married to a jerk. I expect we’ll get another wedding invitation pretty soon.”

“From who?” I asked curiously.

“Zeke and Lia,” he explained calmly. “Zeke will make his move now that Lia has to get married or lose her inheritance.”

“She doesn’t love Zeke,” I pointed out.

“If she doesn’t now, she will. Those two were meant to be together. She didn’t really love Stuart. I think she just talked herself into loving the idea of being married to him.”

After watching Lia as the wedding approached, I couldn’t exactly say that Jett was wrong. Honestly, I didn’t think Lia loved Stuart, either. “I hope she ends up with Zeke,” I conceded.

It was obvious that Zeke adored Lia, and he’d treat my friend right. Unlike Stuart, who sounded like a complete jackass.

I leaned back against the leather seat and watched the city roll by as we headed back toward downtown.

The last several weeks had been busy, and I was exhausted, but in a good way.

Things had irrevocably changed between Jett and me since Dani’s wedding. With all our fears out in the open, we could help each other finish healing.

I had moments when I got scared, but Jett was there to keep me grounded. In return, I tried to alleviate any issues he still had from his accident.