Torn: Part Four (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (The Torn Series Book 4) by Sky Corgan Read Free Book Online

you've apologized. You can go now.”
    “I can't. My ride just left.” He points his thumb behind him.
    As if on queue, I see a limo pulling away from the curb.
    My mouth falls agape in disbelief for a moment. “Call him back.”
    “No.” He shakes his head.
    “Why not?” I place my hands on my hips.
    “Because I'm not done apologizing.” He surges forward again, pulling me against him. His eyes bore down on me, such a beautiful shade of gray. If I didn't know he was drunk, he might actually be able to seduce me.
    “Call him back.” I glare up at him, unmoving.
    “Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful when you're angry.” He reaches up to stroke my cheek. The gesture is so gentle that it makes me shudder with desire.
    I pry his hands off of me and step back inside the house. “I'm going to call you a taxi.”
    He follows me in unabashedly as if he owns the place and closes the door behind himself. “No. I don't need a taxi.”
    Oh great. He's going to be a pain in the ass, as always. Now not only do I need to figure out how to get him to call his limo back but I also have to get him out of my house.
    “You stay outside.” I turn and place my index finger on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.
    He grabs it and clasps my hand in his, using it as an excuse to get close to me again. “Why?”
    “Because I didn't invite you in and you're invading my home.” I try to jerk my hand away from him, but he tightens his grip on it.
    “I like your home. You should show me more of it.” He looks around briefly, but I understand what he really means.
    “I'll show you the door.” I nod toward it.
    “We don't have to be enemies anymore.” A charming smile graces his lips.
    “We aren't going to be friends, either,” I tell him. “Go wait outside.”
    “Show me your bedroom.” The heat in his gaze doesn't dissipate for a second. It's like he's not even hearing what I'm saying.
    My temple throbs as stress overtakes me while I think. He's far too drunk to understand reason. The smell of alcohol coming from him is almost overwhelming, and I can tell that he's having trouble keeping his balance. He certainly hasn't lost his strength, though.
    Maybe if I sober him up first, sense will return to him and I'll be able to get him to leave. As it is, I can't keep him downstairs in the living room. He's too loud and I'm worried he's going to wake the boys.
    “Fine. I'll show you my room. Come on.” I take his hand and lead him down the hall, though I don't sound pleased about it in the least.
    He follows me without complaint, probably thinking that he's going to get laid. As soon as we're inside, I turn on the light and close the door. He gazes down at me like a predator, but I refuse to look at him, keeping an eye on his hands to make sure that he doesn't try to grab me again. If he gets me down on the bed, I'm not sure he'd stop. While the word apology is a part of his vocabulary, the word no is not. I learned that at the play party.
    “Here.” I round on him when we get to the bed, then put my hands on his shoulders to push him down until he's sitting. He smirks at me in amusement, but when he reaches out to touch my hips, I jump away. “I'll be right back.”
    “Where are you going?”
    “To get you some water and Tylenol. You need to sober up.” I start walking towards the door, but he apprehends me with unexpected speed, gripping me around the waist and pulling me back against him. I can feel the outline of his erection pressing against my ass, and I'm admittedly surprised that he's able to get it up in his inebriated state.
    His arms cage me in as his mouth seeks out my ear. His hot breath sails across it, making me shiver. “I don't want water or Tylenol. I want you.”
    I curl my hands around his arms, struggling to pull them off of me. “You seem to keep forgetting that I hate you.”
    “I can make you hate me less.” He squeezes me tighter.
    “I'll hate you less if you behave and drink some