Give Me More--A Sexy Billionaire Romance by A.C. Arthur (detective books to read txt) 📕

no, as he, his staff and his relatives had stated so many times before. While Riley and Chaz had given the media access to some of their wedding plans as part of RGF’s ongoing marketing campaign, the wedding date and location was private. He deleted the emails. Seconds later, he nearly lost his footing as something rolled beneath his feet.

“Oh, no! Dammit!”

RJ heard the woman’s voice but he was too busy trying to regain his balance to really look at her. She’d bent down and scooped something up from the ground—the object that had almost led to him busting his ass.

“I’m so sorry. That was my fault. I apologize,” she continued, pushing her arms behind her back.

Shaking his head now, trying to hold on to all the curse words running rampant through his mind, he glared at her instead. “What the hell is th—” The rest of his words died in his throat as he stared into familiar whiskey-brown eyes.

He tried blinking repeatedly, hoping that when he focused his gaze again, he’d be mistaken, but that hadn’t worked. Now the air froze in his lungs, causing his chest to constrict, and one strangled word tumbled from his lips. “Grace?”

She took a step back, her mouth opening slightly, then closing without a word. That’s how they stood for the next...he didn’t even know how many seconds had passed, and he didn’t dare speak again. As if she’d figured that out, she cleared her throat and finally spoke. “Hello, RJ.”

No, this couldn’t be. Was he sleepwalking? Hadn’t he just thought about his past relationship? Yes, and he’d pushed that memory way back to the place he’d buried it for the last ten years. Only now, it was right here, just a couple feet away from him.

Grace Hopkins. His Grace.

The first and only woman he’d ever loved, the woman he’d wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Dragging a hand down his face, RJ shook his head as if that were going to clear all this away. She was still standing there wearing very short shorts that showed off the rich mocha complexion of her long, gorgeous legs. A white T-shirt fit perfectly against the curve of her breasts and a gold heart pendant dangling from a choker necklace brushed over the hollow of her throat.

“It’s good to see you again,” she said when it seemed she might be the only one capable of speaking at this time.

Memories tangled and fought inside his mind. Grace had been his everything. She was the first and only woman to claim his heart. A heart she’d held so tightly in the palm of her hand that she’d been able to crush it with one, simple word—no. Muted pain rested in the center of his chest.

He hadn’t seen her since that awful night years ago, but now she was here. It was Grace’s voice he heard, her smile he saw as her lips tilted slowly. She eased an arm from behind her back to wave her hand at him as if they were long-lost friends. He didn’t know what to say or do, which was uncharacteristically strange for him. Trying to get his mind right and act like he had some semblance of brain function, he gripped his phone tightly in one hand and nodded.

“What are you doing wandering around out here in the dark?” It wasn’t the most pressing question at the moment, but he was still working up the nerve to ask the other one.

She shrugged, shifting her weight from one foot to the next, and dropped her arms to her side. “Going for a walk, which actually seems like the same thing you were doing.” He should’ve expected the quick and snappy response. It was her signature and matched her ambitious and flirtatious personality perfectly. She loved to talk. Where some women might like cuddling after sex, Grace had been a talker. Those were the nights he’d learned so much about her. Unfortunately, the one time he’d needed her to be chatty, she’d clammed up and walked away from him for what he thought was going to be forever.

He had to ask her. It made the most sense that this next question come, he just didn’t know how he was going to feel about her answer. “It’s been a long time.” He dodged the bullet again.

“Yeah. It has.”

“You look...um...you look—” He noticed something else that made this entire scenario stranger. “Is that a vibrator?”

CHAPTER TWO

GRACE DID THE exact opposite of what he expected. She lifted her arms, extending them in front of her so the vibrator—he now had no doubt of what it was—was pointing directly at him. “This? Um, yeah. It is. But it’s not what you think,” she said in an obviously flustered tone.

This night couldn’t possibly get any more confusing. Not only was he standing there staring at the woman who’d turned down his wedding proposal, but that woman was also holding a vibrator in a way that had his dick pulsing with need. If he weren’t suffering from mild shock and experiencing a steady buzz of arousal, he might’ve laughed.

“Did you find that out here?” If she had, he was going to have some strong words for the management at Marina Bay.

“No.” She huffed, this time reaching her free hand up to tuck strands of hair behind her ear. “Like I said, it’s not what you think.”

“What exactly do you think I think?” Every question he asked caused some level of anxiety because he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to know the answer.

She tilted her head, giving him a knowing look. “That I’m out here looking for pleasure.”

He lifted a brow in question, and he had to shift his stance a bit when his dick jumped at that salacious thought, but he wasn’t going to state the obvious. “You’re out here holding a vibrator.” Okay, he’d just stated the obvious. “Is it yours? How’d it get out here?” And can I please watch you use it?