Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 157

His voice held a familiar, biting tone of mockery.

“Who’s to say you won’t wake up tomorrow, get over your little temper tantrum, and go back to being a champion level fool in love? Should I just stand by and watch?” He was referring to me insisting on marrying Zane three years ago.

I knew I could never explain it in a way he’d understand. Gavin would probably never grasp that someone might sacrifice their marriage for a chance at a little more freedom. In his world, vowing to marry someone could only ever mean one thing: being hopelessly, deeply in love.

“It won’t happen again.” I pushed the signed agreement back toward him. “Signed and thumbprinted. Are we done?”

I hadn’t read it in extreme detail, but I’d gathered there weren’t many restrictive clauses aimed at me. Things like not being allowed to ask his whereabouts, or not being able to reveal our relationship to outsiders–none of that was there. Probably because those were just basic rules for a mistress. He hadn’t felt the need to write them down.

As I moved to leave, Gavin’s eyebrow lifted in a slow, deliberate arc. “Leaving so soon?”

My nerves pulled tight. My mind went straight to the gutter.

Last night, my focus had been solely on begging him to save Chloe, so I hadn’t felt this flustered.

Now, my ears burned crimson. “Chloe is waiting for me…”

“What’s the rush?” He stood up and began closing the distance between us with measured steps.

His faint cedarwood scent wrapped around me. I retreated until the backs of my knees hit the sofa, and I stumbled, falling back onto the cushions.

Mid–fall, a strong arm hooked around me and pulled me back up. His large hand settled firmly on my waist, holding me there.

Just like in the car that night.

The difference was, that night, his skin had been directly on mine. Now, a layer of fabric separated us.

But for some reason, the intimate tension felt just as thick.

With his hand anchoring me, he leaned closer. My heart hammered against my ribs. “I… my period isn’t over yet,” I managed, my voice trembling.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a slight smirk. “I have a good memory.”

He looked down at me, his gaze tracing my face–the nervous flutter of my lashes, the fine shape of my nose, the soft, full pink of my lips. They looked like they’d be soft to kiss. The skin under his hand was incredibly pliant. He kneaded it gently, his voice a low, coaxing murmur. “Kiss me.”

Having my waist held and manipulated so freely was a completely new experience. Every part of me, down to my toes, was tense. His words made my brain stutter. I stared at him, dumbfounded. “Huh?”

He gave my backside a light pat. “I said, kiss me.”

This time, I heard him clearly. My entire body instantly flushed the color of a cooked lobster.

The man was dressed in a pristine, tailored suit, the very picture of restrained, cold elegance at first glance.

No one would ever guess his hands were capable of such playful impropriety.

I know the agreement I’d entered into last night. There was no room for false modesty. Steeling myself, I reached for his shoulders and leaned in,

for his lips.

My ears turned an even deeper shade of red with every inch I closed between us.

Gavin watched my obedience like a sovereign accepting tribute, not moving a muscle. Just as I was about to make contact, the hand on my waist tightened suddenly, lifting me a fraction higher.

His eyes, dark and intense, gazed down at me. He bent his head slightly, and a restrained, almost hesitant kiss landed on my chin.

Gathering the courage to kiss him was one thing; actually being kissed was another.

A jolt, like an electric current, spread from my chin out to my limbs. I froze, squeezing my eyes shut. I felt him nip my chin lightly, as if dissatisfied.

He brought his lips to my car, his voice a husky, controlled whisper. “You had a different attitude last night when you were begging me.”

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