The Billionaire's Runaway Bride by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online Page A

calling to let anyone know that you are okay. Do you know what you put the staff through?”
     
    The first part of his words started to sink in but the last words broke through. “The staff?” she demanded angrily. “Why in the world would I care what the staff thought of me? I’m not answerable to them!”
     
    He grabbed her arms and pulled her close, so close her breasts were touching his chest and she could feel his angry breath on her cheek. “Then what about me, Sophie? Didn’t you think about me? I had no idea where you were!”
     
    “As if you cared! Did you even know I was gone? How many days did it take for you to even look for me?” she asked, refusing to let the tears fall although they were hovering on her eyelids. She would not cry in front of him. She wouldn’t let him know how much he could hurt her. She’d given him too much power over her before and she wouldn’t do it again.
     
    “Are you saying I wasn’t aware of you?” he asked incredulously.
     
    “Isn’t it true? I was your wife only in the bedroom. And wasn’t I a sap, then?” she said, roughly pulling out of his arms. She took several steps away from him, furious with the memories.
     
    “Don’t do that,” he said, pushing angry hands through his hair.
     
    “Why not? Because we had a great sex life?”
     
    “Don’t you dare say you didn’t like it, Sophie. Because we’re just about to prove that you did.”
     
    “Well there’s more to a marriage than just good sex.”
     
    “Great sex,” he clarified.
     
    “Whatever,” she said.
     
    “Sophie, what has gotten into you?” he said, his voice turning coaxing instead of angry. “This isn’t like you.”
     
    She turned her back on his gentle words which were more devastating than the angry ones. “It is now. I didn’t like who I became. I wanted something different and couldn’t find it with you.”
     
    One hand reached up as if he were going to touch her but he stopped and put his hands on his hips instead. “What did you want? I’ve never denied you anything,” he retorted.
     
    She looked through the inky black windows, not seeing anything but his distorted reflection in the window panes. “Freedom,” she said angrily. “I didn’t want to be your wife.”
     
    “Not true, Sophie. What happened to make you change your mind? Everything was fine in the beginning.”
     
    His words hurt because they were true. She’d been deliriously happy initially. Until she’d known the truth. Oh, how much that truth had hurt her pride! “It wasn’t enough!”
     
    “What wasn’t?” he asked softly.
     
    “Everything,” she said, turning to face him.
     
    Jason came over to stand in front of her. He looked at her hair, her skin, her lips and instantly, Sophie’s body started shivering, knowing what would come next. She wanted to run, to hide so he couldn’t touch her and make her melt, make her betray herself. But his eyes held her captive. “I don’t know what you want but I can definitely give you what you need,” he said and his mouth covered hers in a kiss filled with promise and passion.
     
    Without another word, he lifted her into his arms, his mouth never leaving hers as he carried her out of her silver and blue room with the irritating satin sheets and into the other bedroom.
     
    At the first touch of his mouth on hers, she was lost, just as she’d known she would be. Her fingers dove into the thickness of his hair and her mouth found comfort in his, taking as well as giving. “No!” she said in protest as he laid her on the bed, but her arms wrapped around his neck and even she didn’t know if she was saying no to his kiss or no to him moving away.
     
    He stood up straight and stared down at her, victory in his eyes as his hands quickly moved to remove his jacket which he dropped to the floor. His shirt went next and he stared at her the whole time, his eyes never allowing her to retreat as she watched him expose more and more skin. When