Semua Bab Her Billionaire's Proposal: Bab 81 - Bab 90

His hands rubbed up and down her back in agitation. He pulled her head away and palmed her face, staring intently into her eyes.“I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself for what I did. I hated it. Hated it, Lisa.”“Then why did you do it?” His gaze dropped and he looked away, his hands sliding from her face. He closed his eyes, disgust simmering in his features.“Because I….” Even though she was virtually unable to hear him due to his low voice, she wasn't entirely certain of what he had said. What did that imply? He then extended his hand and gave it a firm squeeze. He placed it in front of his mouth and kissed the inside of her palm.“Know this, Lisa. It will never happen again. It’s my responsibility to know your wants and desires and place them above my own. I didn’t do that last night.” It didn’t make sense to her why he’d done it at all. It had come out of the blue. Even though they’d discussed the possibility, she hadn’t ever gotten the idea that he was g

Even though she had a horrific experience in Paris, that night was a significant turning point in their relationship. Mason was even more fiercely protective of her, and he displayed a tenderness—an emotional tenderness—that had been absent before. It gave Lisa hope. Made her dare to hope that they could one day amount to more than a simple contract. She loved Mason and continued to be enchanted by him as time went on. She was tolerant as a result of love.It inspired optimism in her. Their relationship's secrecy was the one thing she regretted. Especially keeping it from Chris. When Lisa and Mason returned from Paris, Chris saw her distress. When he inquired about her problems, she detested having to lie to him. She’d played it off as a stomach bug and jet lag. Thank God Amber's makeup skills are so good. She had been able to conceal the signs of her bruise until they disappeared.Mason had been invited to his parent's home for the Thanksgiving holiday. As much as Mason had mourned t

Mason frowned when he noticed that none of the lights were on after letting himself into the apartment. Had Lisa misunderstood and gone to her apartment instead? Except for one occasion when Chris took her out to dinner before dropping her off at her house, she had spent nearly every night since they had returned from Paris with him. He had become irritable and grumpy after just one night without her, and the next morning, he arrived at work in a foul attitude. When he entered the living room and found Lisa curled up on the couch, asleep, it immediately relieved his tension.She was wrapped in blankets from head to toe and his fireplace was burning. He squinted. Was she unwell? Thinking back, she’d been fine before she’d gone out to get their lunch. Sunny, bright and smiling. Cheerful. She is just as stunning as ever. He was alarmed by how reliant on her being at his office he had become. How much she contributed to his day. Most people needed coffee in the mornings. He only required

“It’s about yesterday…And why I was really sad.” Mason drew back from Lisa so he could view her complete face and expression, and when he did, his heart rate increased as he recognized the terror and dread in her eyes.She looked awful. She has never appeared unattractive.However, this morning she appeared to have slept very little the night before. She appeared frail and worn out. He recalled remarking that she appeared to have been crying yesterday. And now she was here saying that something important had happened yesterday and she hadn't told him about it.“Come take a sit,” he said, his throat tight. As he attempted to gently guide her toward the sofa across the room, she shook her head and pulled her hand from his grasp.“I can’t sit, Mason. I’m too worked up. I just need to tell you this and pray that you aren’t angry at me.” Now he was really starting to worry. He didn’t understand what was going on, he couldn’t put all the pieces together. Yesterday had been such a typical da

Mason was mad at what he just said. His head boiled with anger and before he even knew what he was doing. He flew at him in rage, drawing back his fist. He punched the other man in the mouth, sending him reeling into the bookcase behind his desk. John’s hand flew to his mouth and when it came away, it was smeared with blood.“What the fuck are you doing? I can have you arrested for assault!” John raged. “You can’t just come in here and hit me!”“Shut the fuck up. You fucking piece of shit. You’re lucky I don’t kill you with my bare hands,” Mason seethed out. “If you so much as breathe in Lisa’s direction again, I will ruin you. When I’m finished with you, you will have nothing. No credibility. No backing. No contracts. Nothing at all.” Panic leached all the color from John’s face. But like all assholes in this world, he felt he had one more card to pull.“I’ll go public with those photos!” he threatened, babbling out the words like an incoherent drunk. Mason went still, his nostrils f