Caged (How Not To Be Seduced by Billionaires: Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

voice was very gentle.
     
                I shook my head.
     
                “Please look at me, sweetheart. My lawyers already have everything under control. You’ll be out in minutes.” When I still didn’t move or say a word, he said even more softly, “Please, Yanna, for me?”
     
                God! He already knew how to manipulate me so well. It was scary to think how he could be even more manipulative once he found out I was in love with him, too. I looked up.
     
                Constantijin stood before me, minus his blazer, and a half of his long-sleeved white polo tucked in his jeans while the other half was left hanging. His beautiful hair was roughed up, not at all sleekly arranged like I had glimpsed it earlier tonight.
     
                Tension was sketched on his face, but his silver eyes were brighter than I had ever seen them, with just too many emotions swirling in his gaze that I couldn’t make sense of them.
     
                I bit my lip hard to stop it from trembling. All I could think was I should have handled it better. Constantijin had wanted me to make a good first impression as his girlfriend but thanks to my outburst, everyone would think he was dating a gangster.
     
                “I’m sorry.”
     
                I waited for him to say something but he didn’t. Instead, he reached out to me, slipping his hand between the bars.
     
    Slowly, I placed my hand in his and he pulled me carefully towards him. His other hand slipped between the bars as I came close, and I could see it trembling when he touched my face.
     
    I couldn’t stop myself from wincing when his fingers came in contact with the wound on my face. When Constantijin abruptly drew his hand back, I said quickly, “It doesn’t hurt.”
     
    “Don’t lie,” he bit out.
     
    We stared at each other, everything and everyone around us fading. I found myself unable to breathe when I realized how much he was holding back. Then he said with heartbreaking simplicity that had me sobbing the next moment, “Thank you for defending my mother and me.”
     
                As I cried, I heard footsteps, followed by the clanging sound of keys. The metal bars rattled as the doors to our cell were finally unlocked. Constantijin swept me in his arms, literally, forcing me to hold on to him, with my legs dangling in the air.
     
                I tried to struggle then, my face burning in embarrassment because I was acutely aware of the fact that we still had Alyx, Drake, and his mom with us. “Let me down!” I said hoarsely, throat still scratchy with tears.
     
                His arms only tightened. “No.”
     
                Marge smiled, and her voice was even gentler as her son’s when she spoke. “Thank you, too, darling.” She kissed my cheek. “We’ll talk soon. I’ll go now that I know you’re in safe arms---”
     
                I blushed even as Constantijin laughed.
     
                “I mean, hands,” Marge corrected herself innocently.
     
                When she turned away, Constantijin said coolly, “Morrison.”
     
                “Sir,” Drake said in a polite, bland voice before smiling at me.
     
                I smiled back hesitantly even as I did my best not to blush even more. This was seriously getting more awkward.
     
                “I’ll see you at work, Yanna. Take care.”
     
                Constantijin answered before I could. “I always take care of what’s mine.”
     
                “I’ll believe it when I see it---sir.”
     
                Constantijin stiffened. “If you are saying that I cannot fucking take care---”
     
                Drake was already walking away, but he said over his shoulder, “That’s not what I’m doubting.”
     
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