Submitting to the Billionaire(10)

By: Georgia Le Carre


He grabs my hand with both of his. “You know me. I am the man you fell in love with. I’ve just been a fool. I was lost. Now when I look back I can’t believe I did what I did.”

“It’s okay. We’ll work through this,” I say dully.

“There has to be another way.”

“The other way is both you and my father die.”

“This is such a fucking mess. I’m sorry, Star. I’m so sorry.”

“So am I,” I say softly. The truth is I feel completely numb. I actually feel nothing. Not fear, sadness, horror, revulsion, not even anger. Maybe, I’m in shock, but everything feels unreal. Like a dream that I will wake up from.

“I don’t care what I lose as long as I don’t lose you,” he cries.

I nod, too numb to care. Then I break away and go upstairs.





Chapter Seven





Star




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QH3Fx41Jpl4

(Sinnerman)





When I get out of the shower Nigel is waiting for me in the bedroom.

I walk past him without looking at him and go to my wardrobe.

“Star?”

I open my underwear drawer. “Have you called him?”

“No.”

“I’ve got to pick up Nan now. I’ll be back this afternoon. Please make that call by then.”

“We need to talk,” he says.

I let my towel drop and pull on my panties. “No, we don’t.”

“Our marriage …”

“Shame you didn’t think about it while you were happily gambling away everything we have,” I spit.

He walks towards me. “Please, Star.”

In the mirror, I see him standing behind me. His hand reaches out, and I watch transfixed, as his fingers caress my breast. His hand is a few shades darker than my skin.

The image is erotic.

I carry on watching him. Surprised at how I feel absolutely nothing. He slides around to the front of me and latches his mouth onto my nipple. I look down at him suckling at my breast. Like a … vampire. He looks up and our eyes meet. The expression in my face makes him freeze. He pulls his mouth away and straightens.

“I’ll be late,” I tell him.

“I love you,” he says.

“Yeah, you said.” I side-step him and pick up the first pair of jeans my hands fall upon.

“I’m sorry. I am really, really sorry. If I could turn back the clock I’d do everything differently,” he wails.

“Shame, then, that you can’t turn back the clock.”

“I’m going to find another way.”

I look at him expressionlessly. “Like I said, I’ll be home after lunch. Make sure you either have the four hundred and fifty thousand pounds ready to pay off your debt, or you’ve made an appointment for me to see the Russian this evening.”

“You’re pretty eager to give yourself to him,” he says bitterly.

I turn around and slap him hard across the face. So hard his face jerks all the way to the side, and the palm of my hand stings. I look at the white imprint of my palm on his cheek. I have never hit anyone before.

“Get out,” I snarl.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“The longer you stand here the more respect I’m losing for you.”

He holds his face and walks out of the room.

I get dressed and go downstairs. He comes out into the hallway. Totally ignoring him, I walk out of the front door. Once I’m outside, I feel the tears start stinging behind my eyes. I blink them back. No matter what happens Nan or Dad must never know. I get into my car and drive down to Nan’s house. Grandad opens the door.

“What’s up, Love?” he asks, patting my shoulder. “You look a bit pale.”

“Nothing. I think I might be coming down with a cold. I don’t feel that well.”

“Is that Star?” Nan shouts from the bedroom.

“Who else would it be?” he shouts back.

“Come in. Come in,” Grandad invites.

I walk through the hallway. “Nan, I’m not feeling too well. Is it okay if I get you a taxi? I’ll go see Dad tomorrow.”

“What’s wrong with you, Love?”

“I must be coming down with something. Whatever it is, I definitely don’t want to give it to Dad.”

“No, no, definitely not. Sit down and I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

I smile weakly at her. “No, I won’t stay. I think I’ll just go back and get back in bed.”

“You shouldn’t have come around. You should have just called.”

“I only started to feel bad in the car.” It’s partly true. The true enormity of the situation only started to hit home while I was driving over.

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