Ruthless Revenge: Passionate Possession. Cathy Williams

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СКАЧАТЬ you knew about your husband’s hare-brained schemes and addiction to gambling, and you allowed it to go under the radar, then are you a trustworthy person to stand at the helm of your company?’

      ‘I told you that there was nothing I could do,’ she said with a dull flush.

      ‘And if your brother was so clueless as to what was happening on the home front, then is he competent enough to do what would need to be done should I decide to help you out?’

      ‘Ollie...doesn’t have a huge amount of input in the actual running of things...’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘Because he’s never been interested in the company and, yes, you’re right—he’s always resented the fact that he had to finally return to help out. He’s found it difficult to deal with not having money.’

      ‘And you’ve found it easy?’

      ‘I’ve dealt with it.’

      Javier looked at her narrowly and with a certain amount of reluctant admiration for the streak of strength he glimpsed.

      Not only had she had to face a tremendous fall from the top of the mountain, but the loss of her husband and the father she had adored.

      Yet there was no self-pity in the stubborn tilt of her chin.

      ‘You’ve had a lot to deal with, haven’t you?’ he murmured softly and she looked away.

      ‘I’m no different from loads of people the world over who have found their lives changed in one way or another. And, now that you’ve got the measure of the company, will you lend us some money or not? I don’t know if my brother told you, but the family house has been on the market for over two years and we just can’t seem to sell it. There’s no appetite for big houses. If we could sell it, then we might be able to cover some of the expenses...’

      ‘Although a second mortgage was taken out on it...’

      ‘Yes, but the proceeds would go a little way to at least fixing certain things that need urgent attention.’

      ‘The dated computer systems, for example?’

      ‘You really did your homework, didn’t you? How did you manage that in such a small amount of time? Or have you been following my father’s company over the years? Watching while it went downhill?’

      ‘Why would I have done that?’

      Sophie shrugged uncomfortably. ‘I know you probably feel... Well, you don’t understand what happened all those years ago.’

      ‘Don’t presume to think that you know what goes on in my head, Sophie. You don’t. And, in answer to your preposterous question, I haven’t had the slightest clue what was going on in your father’s company over the years, nor have I cared one way or the other.’ He saw that the bottle was empty and debated whether or not to get another, deciding against it, because he wanted them both to have clear heads for this conversation.

      When he knew that he would be seeing her, he had predicted how he would react and it hadn’t been like this.

      He’d thought that he would see her and would feel nothing but the acid, bilious taste of bitterness for having been played in the past and taken for a chump.

      He’d accepted that she’d been in his head more than he’d ever imagined possible. A Pandora’s box had been opened with her brother’s unexpected appearance at his office. Javier had recognised the opportunity he had been given to put an end to her nagging presence, which, he now realised, had been embedded in him like a virus he’d never managed to shake off.

      He would have her and he had the means to do so at his disposal.

      She needed money. He had vast sums of it. She would take what was offered because she would have no choice. His terms and conditions would be met with acquiescence because, as he had learned over the years, money talked.

      He had slept with some of the world’s most desirable women. It had followed that whatever she had that had held him captive all those years ago, she would lose it when he saw her in the flesh once again. How could she compete with some of the women who had clamoured to sleep with him?

      He’d been wrong.

      And that was unbelievably frustrating because he was beginning to realise that he wanted a lot more from her than her body for a night or two.

      No, he needed a lot more from her than her body for a night or two.

      He wanted and needed answers and his curiosity to pry beneath the surface enraged him because he had thought himself above that particular sentiment when it came to her.

      Nor, he was discovering, did he want to take what he knew she would have no choice but to give him in the manner of a marauding plunderer.

      He didn’t want her reluctance.

      He wanted her to come to him and in the end, he reasoned now, if revenge was what he was after, then wouldn’t that be the ultimate revenge? To have her want him, to take her and then to walk away?

      The logical part of his brain knew that to want revenge was to succumb to a certain type of weakness, and yet the pull was so immensely strong that he could no more fight it than he could have climbed Mount Everest in bare feet.

      And he was enjoying this.

      His palate had become jaded and that was something he had recognised a while back, when he had made his first few million and the world had begun to spread itself out at his feet.

      He had reached a place in life where he could have whatever he wanted and sometimes having everything at your fingertips removed the glory of the chase. Not just women, but deals, mergers, money...the lot.

      She wasn’t at his fingertips.

      In fact, she was simmering with resentment that she had been put in the unfortunate position of having to come to him, cap in hand, to ask for his help.

      He was a part of her past that she would rather have swept under the carpet and left there. He was even forced to swallow the unsavoury truth that he was probably a part of her past she bitterly regretted ever having gone anywhere near in the first place.

      But she’d wanted him.

      That much he felt he knew. She might have played with him as a distraction from the main event happening in her life somewhere else, or maybe just to show off in front of her friends that she had netted the biggest fish in the sea—which Javier had known, without a trace of vanity, he was.

      But perhaps she hadn’t actually banked on the flare of physical attraction that had erupted between them. She had held out against him and he had seen that as shyness, youthful nerves at taking the plunge... He’d been charmed by it. He’d also been wrong about it, as it turned out. She’d held out against him because there had been someone else in her life.

      But she’d still fancied him like hell.

      She’d trembled when he’d traced his finger across her collarbone and her eyes had darkened when their lips had touched. He hadn’t imagined those reactions. She might have successfully СКАЧАТЬ