The Gamble Read Online Donna Alam

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
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It’s all just pretend. The house, the driver, the attention and care.

“I was laughing,” Daisy says, still laughing, “because Leo isn’t allowed upstairs.”

“Oh?” I quirk a brow. Possession shouldn’t be hot, though I know why it is. Because it feels good. Because I’ve never been on the receiving end. “Are you worried he might spoil the carpets?”

“Uncle Raif says if he sees him up here, he’ll throw him out of the window.”

“When did you hear me say that?”

“In the garden. You said it in Spanish,” she says, carrying on with her drawing.

“Your Spanish must be improving.”

“I think so. But don’t worry, I know you were only joking with him.”

“Hmm. Joking Uncle Raif,” I say, unable to bite back my grin.

“You look very beautiful,” says Raif, ignoring it. “Where are you off to this evening?”

“Back to work.”

His eyes roam over me appreciatively. I’m pleased I thought to use nipple covers.

“We’ve got an event. That exhibition, remember?”

His eyes darken and rake over me, both our memories slipping back to a sun-bleached terrace under an azure sky.

“Better put a sold sticker on every piece,” he’d said, sliding my ankles apart by slow increments.

The memory that washes over me isn’t visual but physical. Sensory. A throbbing.

“Thirty pieces, wasn’t it?” His brows lift in inquiry, his fingers a brush of velvet against my cheek. “I thought you were going to put sold stickers on every piece.”

That pulse again. But he didn’t really mean it, did he?’

“I should’ve asked how much I owed before now.”

“No need.” I inhale and swing away. “The event was already scheduled. Invites already sent out, wine and nibbles already paid for.”

“Chardonnay?” he purrs.

My body responds like Pavlov’s dog.

“Yeah, the cheap horrible stuff,” I call back as though I don’t remember that conversation. Stepping into the oversized closet, I swipe up my clutch from my designated space. Which is neither color coordinated nor tidy. The drawer tops are littered with costume jewelry, and odd shoes are scattered across the floor.

“Need any help?”

“In the closet?” Amusement colors my tone as I turn. His arms are folded, and his head tilts provocatively to one side in a pose I’m coming to recognize. It means I’m hot for you. Let’s spar verbally. Or fuck. Sometimes, let’s verbally spar and fuck.

“Tonight.”

“No need. Everything’s already taken care of.”

“Want a little company, instead?”

I run my finger under my bottom lip, making sure my lip gloss hasn’t bled. “In here or the gallery?” It warrants asking the way we’ve been going at it. At it. At each other. Kissing. Fooling around. Mauling each other. I wonder how much longer I’ll manage to keep him waiting when my body literally throbs for him.

“I like your lipstick.”

My gaze lifts to find him lounging, arms folded, in the doorway.

“Do you?” I roll my lips together, suddenly self-conscious. My lips aren’t my best feature. It takes me ages to apply all my lotions and potions and liners to fill them out.

Raif pushes off from the frame, moving across the space like a tiger through long grass. All stealth and casual menace. “It makes me want to kiss you.”

“But you can’t.” I turn, hooking my thumbs on the dresser shelf behind me. Setting my boobs to their best advantage or keeping myself from touching him? It’s hard to tell. “I’ve just put it on.”

“Challenge accepted.” His voice seems to vibrate under my skin, and I watch as his finger lifts, and he draws it across my collarbone. Back and again. Between my breasts. He bends and presses a kiss there. “I was asking if my wife would like an escort.” Another kiss on my neck. “Maybe I could take you out to dinner afterward.” A breath in my ear. “Take you home and eat you for dessert.”

“Behave yourself,” I whisper. Strange how it sounds more like the opposite.

“I shouldn’t kiss you?” his low voice rumbles as his teasing kisses rain everywhere but my lips. “Or I shouldn’t offer to be your arm candy for the night?”

“Do you want to be, or is it that you don’t trust me around Tod? Because he’ll be there tonight.”

“I’m not worried about Tod. I’ve never been worried about Tod.”

“That’s not what it looked like last time you saw him.”

Why am I bringing that up again? I’ve been trying to forget the emotions that whole scene stirred up. I don’t want him to start asking questions.

“Let’s not rehash. Do you want me there tonight?”

There’s a touch of vulnerability to his question. Or maybe I imagine it. Do I want him there? Yes, in truth. Instead, I say, “I just need to be sure you aren’t going to fly off the handle again.”

“You have my word.”

Poor Tod. He was frightened about Raif before, but he’s going to be bloody terrified now. But I really want him to be there. That’s weird, right?


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