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Author: Marian Tee

He exploded immediately, “Why the f**k does he know the size of your br**sts?”

If I wasn’t too worried about what he was thinking, I would have felt insulted at how he didn’t even have second thoughts believing my br**sts were that small. “It’s not what you think---”

“Why do you spend so much f**king time with that boy, Yanna?”

“It didn’t start out that way---”

“I swear to God, Yanna, do you want to kill me with jealousy every time?”

I blinked, unable to believe he was being so open with his feelings.

He raked a hand through his hair. “I know he’s a f**king angel if you compare him to me! I know he probably has a f**king nice-boy background compared to mine. He’s not a bastard, with an unknown scumbag for a father and a mother who didn’t have a choice but to sell---”

Eyes tearing, I threw myself in his arms, taking him by surprise. I hugged Constantijin as tightly as I could. “You don’t and will never have a reason to be jealous of me, no matter what situation you find me in. You’re the best man for me.”

Yet he remained stiff in his arms, his unwillingness to believe in me palpable.

I tiptoed to kiss his lips. Looking into his eyes, I whispered, “Constantijin, I mean it. You’re the only one I want. I don’t care about your past – I think it’s wonderful, beautiful, how your mother did everything to keep you alive.”

He said slowly, “Most people won’t see it the way you do, Yanna. They think my mother is trash because of what she used to do for a living.” His voice became fierce. “But she grew up poor, she never had a chance to go to school, and my father – whoever he is – raped her.”

When he stopped speaking, his breathing was harsh, and I could only cry and kiss him again, wishing there was something else I could do to take away his pain.

“She did the only thing she thought she could do and I don’t blame her for it. But she never…she never did it with married men. She never---”

I placed a trembling finger on his lips. “Constantijin, you never have to defend her to me.” Giving him a shaky teasing smile, I said, “If anything, you have to stop me from punching everyone who tries to insult her in front of me.” My voice became woeful. “I never did get to properly say sorry for that. It wasn’t the good impression---”

Constantijin took my chin almost roughly, angling my face so he could kiss me deeply. The passion in his kiss made my toes curl and all I could do was lean towards him and kiss him back.

“It was the best impression, sweetheart. I never thought I’d find a woman who would do that for my mother.”

I reddened at the rare look of humbled gratitude on Constantijin’s face. “It was nothing,” I mumbled.

“It was everything. My mother’s past is an open secret in the world I live in, Yanna – something everyone could only talk behind our backs but not one of them had the courage to bring it out in the open. But even so, we all knew.”

And it had probably been Marge responsible for controlling the angry reactions of her family. In a way, I understood why. There was really nothing you could do to keep people from talking about you if they wanted to.

Constantijin suddenly frowned. “Don’t think you’re off the hook about the boy, though.”

But his words lacked heat, and I knew he wasn’t as furious as he had been earlier. “Drake was---is---a bodyguard my mother hired to look after me.”

“What the hell?”

Nodding, I continued, “My mom’s the, umm, super protective sort. She pulled some strings, I think, to make sure Drake got one of the rare vacancies in your company.”

“I checked his background,” he said broodingly. “He was a perfect fit.”

“He’s ex-Army, too.”

“That f**king boy?”

Giggling again, I wagged a finger in warning. “Careful. That f**king boy can easily outshoot you if he knows what you call him.”

Constantijin’s voice chilled. “He might outshoot me, but not the entire army I can hire to shoot him if he dares make another move at you.”

I made a face. “You’re such a sore loser. Can’t you let another person win?”

Hauling me back into his arms, he muttered, “Never. Not where you’re concerned.”

Okay, that had me biting my lip very hard because he was making it so difficult for me not to tell him how much I loved him.

His hand suddenly went under my skirt, his fingers stroking my sex.

I yelped. “Constantijin?”

“Does it still hurt? I know I f**ked you too hard.” He scowled. “You should not have begged me so after that one time---”

“I DID NOT BEG.” It would have sounded more convincing if I wasn’t undulating around his fingers, though. God, I wanted him so badly now.

He smirked.

I glared, but even though I wanted to move away, I couldn’t. His touch was addictive, and this early I knew I’d never get enough of it.

“The next time we f**k, Yanna…”

“What?” I asked breathlessly.

He slowly pulled his fingers away and I could only watch in fascination as he licked them dry. “Everyone would know who you belong to and who has the only right to f**k you.”

Lesson #6

When your billionaire lets the world know you are his,

It is the end of his agony and the start of yours.

“Oh, dear.” George looked at my rumpled clothes knowingly the moment I got back to our office.

Trying not to appear as flustered as I felt, I demanded, “What?”

Before he could answer, a beeping sound blared out from the speakers of the P.A. system, which meant we were about to hear a company-wide announcement.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your CEO Constantijin Kastein. I would like to personally extend an invitation for all my employees to join me after work at the cafeteria. As a part of Kastein Incorporated, I consider each and every one of you a valuable member of my family.”

I had a really, really bad feeling about this.

“It would be my honor if you permit me to introduce the woman in my life to all of you first.”

There were screeches, cheers, and loud sobbing coming from other nearby offices.

George whispered, “Wow.”

Arian stalked out of our office and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she’d still hear Constantijin’s next words no matter where she went. The speakers for the P.A. system were everywhere.

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