Tempted By The Billionaire Next Door. Therese Beharrie

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СКАЧАТЬ say that it was lovely meeting you, Dylan, and wish you all the best for your return to Cape Town on my way out.’

      He set his lunch down just as she had, and when he met her gaze his expression was a plea she felt hit her right in the chest. ‘You must have known that was part of the reason I asked you over.’

      She considered it. ‘Maybe. But—’

       But I wanted to believe that you wanted to get to know me.

      She nearly laughed at herself. Clearly she hadn’t learnt her lesson yet. People never wanted her.

      ‘It seems like you want something from me that I’m not willing to give you. So it’s probably best if I just leave.’

      ‘No, Jess, don’t.’

      ‘Why not?’

      ‘Because... I’m sorry.’ He ran a hand through his hair. ‘I’ve handled this poorly.’

      ‘You’re apologising way too much for someone who’s only just met me,’ she said softly. Coolly.

      ‘So I’ll be honest instead,’ he replied, his voice tight. ‘I wanted to know...what I was coming back to. The extent of the damage I caused by leaving.’

      ‘I think you already do.’

      He nodded. ‘It would be nice to have some more...context.’

      She shook her head and rose to her feet. ‘I don’t have context to give you. No,’ she said when he opened his mouth to protest. ‘Your context should come from Anja. Or your mother.’

      His face darkened. ‘I suppose I’ll have to wait for Anja to get back then.’

      Jess frowned. ‘You don’t have to. Your mother lives—’

      ‘Thank you, Jess,’ he interrupted, and stood with her. ‘It’s been lovely meeting you.’

      Though Jess didn’t understand his reaction, she knew that he was asking her to leave. She would have been offended if she wasn’t so...curious. It was clear that Dylan had no intention of asking his mother about what had happened after he’d left. And the look on his face told her that there was a reason for that. A reason even Anja didn’t know, or else Jess would know, too.

      It was all very interesting, but Jess told herself it was none of her business. Again. She didn’t know why she had to remind herself of that so often, so she murmured her thanks to Dylan and walked towards the door.

      ‘Jess—’ Dylan said from behind her.

      ‘It’s okay.’ She opened the door and gave Daisy one last pat. ‘You don’t have to explain it to me. I get it.’ She paused. ‘It was lovely meeting you, too, Dylan. I hope your return to Cape Town is everything you hoped it would be.’

      She walked out before he could reply.

      * * *

      Dylan stared at the door long after Jess had left, hoping that their interaction wasn’t an omen for the rest of his return.

      He knew the way things had spiralled between them was his fault. But he’d wanted to know what Jess knew. He told himself it was because it would give him an indication of what Anja knew. Of what his sister thought of him. But, deep down, he knew it was because he didn’t want Jess to judge him based on the only thing he’d done in his life that had disappointed his sister.

      Because he’d been disappointed, too, and he knew what it felt like. His entire life, his father had disappointed him. It was the best—or, rather, easiest—word to use to describe how Dylan felt about his father. About the man’s gambling addiction. About his absence. And perhaps Dylan would have been able to put it all behind him after his father had died if he hadn’t found out his mother had known about his father’s problems before he or Anja had been born.

      He and Anja had spent their entire childhood trying to comfort their mother after their father had left them. They’d no longer been children. Instead, their existence had been dedicated to keeping the woman who’d borne them from spiralling into a deep depression.

      What had been the point of all that when his mother had known what she’d been getting into with his father?

      When Dylan had found out, he couldn’t bring himself to tell Anja. So he’d left, and tried to deal with the anger by himself, away from her. His anger at the secret his mother had kept from them. His anger about the inexplicable grief he felt at losing a man he’d barely known.

      He couldn’t get past the irony that by wanting to keep Anja from the same disappointment he’d felt in their parents, he’d disappointed her. More than that, he thought, remembering that expression on her face when he’d told her he was leaving again. He’d abandoned her.

      Just like his father had abandoned them.

       CHAPTER THREE

      JESS WOKE UP to water dripping onto her face.

      It took her a moment to realise that water was dripping on to her face, and more time to realise that that wasn’t a good thing. She sat up and looked at the ceiling, only to see a long, slim strip of water dripping across the length of the room.

      Her first thought was that she needed to close the water main, and that she’d figure out where the water was coming from once she had. But when she reached down to put her shoes on, she realised that she didn’t actually know where the water main was.

      It took her another few minutes to figure out that she needed to ask Dylan for help, and she sighed before slipping on the soft boots she wore as slippers.

      The entire floor of the passage to the front door was wet, and Jess’s heart beat heavily in her chest as she walked through the water. She locked the door and then rushed to Dylan’s house, and waited impatiently for him to answer after she rang the bell.

      Seconds later he opened the door, and Jess found herself staring into a bare chest. Again. Why didn’t he have a shirt on? she thought, annoyance straightening her spine. Didn’t he realise it was autumn? She tilted her head up, and only then saw that his hair was mussed from sleep. Which, she discovered, had the same effect on her as his bare chest.

      She forced herself to focus on the reason she’d woken him. ‘Do you know where the water main to Anja’s house is?’

      He frowned. ‘Yeah, why?’

      ‘No time. I’ll explain after you shut it off.’

      His eyes swept over her, and for the first time she realised that the only thing she’d done after waking up was put her slippers on. She must look a mess, she thought, wincing internally. But she wouldn’t dwell on it now. Which was probably a good thing since a voice in her head reminded her that she’d woken with water on her face, which had probably made her look even worse.

      Thankfully, he seemed to take her appearance as a sign of urgency and he walked past her, barely waiting for her to waddle after him before he was at the front of Anja’s house, opening a concealed СКАЧАТЬ