HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 43

Meadow’s POV:

After Alaric left for work, I spent the entire day worrying about the fact that I was going to meet the woman who gave birth to him in less than two days.

The truth was, I did want to see her–but only because I was curious. But in hindsight, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea.

Maybe Alaric had no problem lying to his family, but I wasn’t a very good liar. How on earth was I supposed to pretend to be in love with a man I barely knew in front of his mother?

“Between me and you,” Nova said, leaning back into the cushioned outdoor chair. “I don’t think you’re even going to need to pretend.”

We were seated outside on the patio, sipping margarita that Nova had made the moment she got here. I’d asked her to come over and stop me from losing my mind, because that was definitely going to happen if I didn’t stop overthinking things.

My brows drew together. “What do you mean?”

She arched a brow. “You’re kidding me with that question, right?”

“Uh, no?”

Nova rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. Have you seen the way you look at him? Or even better, the way he looks at you?” She blew out a breath, taking a long sip of her drink. “I’m telling you, Meds, you won’t have a hard time convincing his mother you’re into her son, or at the very least, that you want to fuck him.”

My drink nearly sputtered out of my mouth. “Nova!”

But she didn’t relent. “That’s if you haven’t fucked him already.” She leaned in, eyes narrowed. “Are you still a virgin, Meadow?”

Heat creeped up my neck, and I hated that I was getting flustered in front of someone who had known me for years all because of Alaric.

“Yes,” I hissed, shooting her a glare. “I’m still a virgin.”

Unfortunately.

And with the way Alaric had sounded earlier today, I wasn’t going to lose it anytime soon.

Annoyance prickled at my skin.

Nova smirked. “You don’t look like you want to be one anymore. Why not just ask him to fuck you, Meds?

He obviously wants to.”

“No, he doesn’t,” I snorted. “He’s already rejected me more times than I can count.”

I froze the moment those words were out of my mouth. I hadn’t told Nova about any of this yet. Hadn’t told her that the main reason I even agreed to marry him wasn’t because of some petty revenge.

Hadn’t told her that I asked him to take my virginity and he’d never even made a single move on me yet. That I’d been the one asking–first, for him to finger me in the backseat of his car when we were still in Las Vegas, and then his eating me out on the kitchen counter right after rejecting me.

‘You’re not ready.‘

What the hell was that?

Nova’s mouth popped open, green eyes narrowing into slits. “You’ve been keeping secrets from me.”

“Nova-”

“Spill.”

I took a long sip of my drink since I was going to need some alcohol courage for this one. And then I heaved a sigh.

And I told her everything. Which wasn’t much, obviously. But I skipped the part of where he whipped me so hard with his belt last night that I could still feel it whenever I moved.

And by the time I was done, Nova was giggling like a school girl. “No fucking way. When the hell did you get that brave?”

I shot her a glare. “I am brave.”

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