Everything He Risks (Bookkeeper for the Billionaire #4)(9)
Author: Thalia Frost

“Ms. Pate? When is the wedding?” a woman asked me as I broke away from the group of men who had gone back to talking business.

“I’m not sure.” I gave her a vague smile when all I wanted to do was cry. No one seemed to notice anything amiss.

Because Rock’s a billionaire CEO. He can do what he wants whether it’s a sham engagement, dancing too close with an ex-girlfriend, or anything else.

I clenched my fists and backed up to the punch table. There was no doubt about it. I was in way too deep in my feelings for Rock.

“Seems like Rock’s otherwise…engaged,” a smooth voice said to my left.

“Oh. He’s just dancing. I wanted some punch.” I gave John Weldon the best smile I could muster.

“So, let’s join them on the dance floor.” He winked at me, and I noticed, not for the first time, that he was handsome, too. He just wasn’t Rock.

But what do I care? Two can play at this game.

Throwing my caution to the wind, I took the hand he’d stretched out toward me. “Why not?” I curled my lip and moved closer to him.

If he’s Lucifer, maybe I’ll find out, and at least Rock will be jealous.

I leaned in to John as we stepped onto the dance floor.

“Rock Weldon is a lucky man.” John whisked me into his arms, pulling me right up next to his body.

I sucked in my breath, feeling every inch of him.

“I’m luckier.” I put my arms around his waist, trying to make space, but he wasn’t having it. My body responded to him with the rush of emotions going through me.

The music changed to an even slower, sensuous rhythm, and John’s body melted into mine. Over his shoulder, I grinned at Rock, who had come around our way with Nadia.

Anger showed in his eyes, and his mouth drew into a firm line.

Deal with it, big boy. You wanted to dance with Nadia, I’ll do what I want, too.

After all, it was a sham anyway. There would never be a real marriage between working class, formerly unemployed Lacey Pate and Rock Weldon, sexy billionaire. With that thought, I fought back tears again.

“Don’t cry, Lacey. It’s not real, is it? After all, fairy tales don’t exist. Everybody knows that,” John Weldon crooned into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.