Forced Marriage To The Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 10

AUTHOR'S POV

Detaching her eyes from the lump on the bed, she marched to the door that lead to the walk-in-closet and then an attached bath.

The glass wardrobes showcased all of her clothes, so it was easy for her to select which dresses she needed to take now. The rest, she would take them later.

Sliding the door open to one of the wardrobe, she raised herself on her tiptoes to grab a dress when something soft came in contact with her torso making her scream loudly.

Abruptly, she turned around to come face to face with a wall. No. Not a wall.

Her eyes glared at the naked inked chest in front of her face before she shut her mouth close and glanced up.

She was about to shout at him for scaring her like this but seeing him so close made her voice disppear.

Fresh water dripped down from the wet bangs covering his forehead. Slowly, her eyes followed the path of a water drop that fell down his hair and travelled from his nose to his lips, chin, neck, inked chest, waist before it disappeared in the towel that was wrapped around his torso.

Well. Shit. She flinched realising what she was doing. She was ogling at him openly and he was watching her with amused eyes.

“ What-How did you get so fast here? I me-mean you were just - just... ” She started stuttering out but his eyes that were staring at her made her pause. How did she even think that this huge man could adjust in such a small lump. He was awake and he was taking a bath.

That's what she was thinking as she slowly found herself lost in his eyes.

His eyes. The lighest shade of brown. It seemed much darker right now. Almost chocolate brown. An unrecognizable emotion was present in his eyes that she almost mistook as lust.

Her eyes slowly went down to the tattoo on his chest. It covered his upper arms and then disappeared down his back. An intricate design of two flowers on both side of his chest that went behind. If only she could see his back, she could have truly known how beautiful it was. It was too complex to be understood in just one or two glances. She had an urge to touch it so she could trace it all the way.

“ Can't take your eyes off me? Want a taste? ” He husked stepping closer.

Sara's eyes widened as a blush crept up her face and she pressed herself in the wardrobe behind her.

No. No. She should never think about how his lips tasted, how he groaned or how she moaned under him. She should never think about the way his hands felt on her skin or how good he made her feel.

Memories were lethal.

“ Don't come close Silas. ” Sara whispered weakly, her eyes moving to rest on his light brown orbs.

“ Why? ” He asked, his eyes turning even darker if possible.

He knew why. Asking this from her was just a way to provoke her further. Knowing a weakness and then holding it over her head was what he wanted to do. She sneered in her mind and her expressions turned grave.

“ I can't tolerate you. ” Sara hissed out in anger to mask her desire and stepped aside to leave.

She turned her back at him, a sigh of relief finally escaping her lips. She did not know that she was holding her breath back.

“ Or you can't resist me? ” His mocking voice made her halt in her steps.

Sara's hands curled into fists by her side. He was right. He knew and she knew too.

Her heart was drumming in her ears. Any attachment meant a weakness. Any weakness was going to push her one step behind from inheriting the Lexington Group.

And an attachment with a Money Hungry man like him, someone who only cared about money...It would be the end for her.

Turning around on her heels, Sara faced her. Her eyes refused to move anywhere from his light brown orbs now.