The Billionaire's Divorcé

Chapter 17

"You pervert!" She spat. "Did you also touch me against my will?"

"Cmon, Daisy, you know me better than that!"

She rolled her eyes openly at him. "I never knew you. Well, I thought I did but the man I know will never accuse me of sleeping with another man and kick me out of his damn house!"

"I deserve that, but for now, you need to rest," He lifted his hands and demonstrated in peace.

"I'm not a baby, stop acting all motherly!" She was trying to spook him and hated that he wasn't responding as she wanted him to. Why is he being so kind?

"I'm going to transfer back your funds, Ethan, I'm not going to accept it."

"Well, that means you will have to get the permission of your friend first, because I know you two own the business."

"Amanda, trust me enough to know it's for the best." She flung the cover and stood to face him. "She knows you are not who we all thought you were so if you think you will use her against me, think twice." She tried to leave, he won't allow that, he knows she is mad at him and he wants to make sure she doesn't make any rash decisions because of that.

Even before he donated that money, he knew she had the money but he still did it because his money would help take the project to another level. So now, he won't stand and watch her lose it because of her contempt for him. He rushed forward and grabbed her.

She stiffened, a shockwave of need rushing through her. It reminded her of Mandys accusation about her behavior being because she hasn't gotten some in a while and maybe she was right because recently, she can't put a stamp on why she is easily whipped by Ethan.

"Let me go," She said snidely.

"I will, but you have to listen to me," He said slowly in a plea.

"I don't want to listen to you, Ethan. You didn't listen to me when I needed you most, why should I now?"

"Because I'm an asshole, and you are not. You are the sweetest woman I have ever met in my life and I fucked up. Unless you want to wake up tomorrow and hear that I jumped the bridges you might as well listen to me."

Daisy's heart stopped. She hated him so much, but she would rather have him suffer alive than bear the thought of him dead. So she exhaled and looked at the spot he was holding, that burnt with flames of passion. "Put on something," was her response.

"Why? Do I make you horny?" Her breath hitched and without thinking, she met his hot gaze, which at the same time, made Ethan very hot. He realized he might have said the wrong thing and quickly rushed away to the closet to look for something to wear.

Putting on his vest, which wasn't helping at all but a fat cry from before, he indicated the bed for her to sit on and when she did, he went to stand by the open window to look outside, mentally calling on all the love forces out in the air to help him. At least he was satisfied that she didn't want him dead. That was fair.

"I sent that money because I recall back then when you used to tell me that you would want to own a design that would rock the world and make your work the number one. I am proud of you for coming this far, Daisy. You didn't let the hindrance I caused you hamper you from striving but went ahead to prove me and any other shallow-minded person out there wrong. So, that is my own little way of telling you that I'm no longer the man I used to be. I have changed."

She fiddled with her fingers, shutting out her mind not wanting to be cajoled by his words.

"I share in your dreams now. I want to be part of it, whether or not you want me in your life. I only ask two things from you..." He indicated with his fingers, his face muddled.