MINE FOREVER (BOOK III: The Billionaire's Obsession) Read Online Free PDF

before he wanted to discuss it...she dropped the bomb .
    I can't make love with you, Simon. Not until you trust me enough to tell me what happened. I just can't.
    Then, after turning his world upside down with that comment, she had kissed him on the forehead like he was child, wished him a good day, and sashayed her sweet little ass out the door. And she had done it all with a smile. What. The. Hell.
    To her credit, she hadn't been a bitch to him, hadn't raised her voice or thrown a tantrum. Shit, he wished she would. Maybe he could generate a lot more anger at her to help him through his current torment.
    The only thing that really pissed him off was the fact that he did trust her. He just didn't want to talk about that .
    "You look like a man who’s ready to attend his own execution. What's the matter, little brother? Getting tired of Kara? 'Cause if you are I would gladly--"
    "Touch her and you die." Fists clenched on the desk in front of him, Simon leaned forward, the threat of fratricide on his face, as he watched his brother saunter across his office. "Don't you fucking knock?" He knew Sam was goading him about Kara, trying to push his buttons. In reality, his brother would never come near her again. Sam had made that perfectly clear to Simon when he had apologized for his behavior at the party. However, it didn't stop Sam from trying to irritate the hell out of him.
    Sam shot him a cocky grin as he dropped into a chair in front of Simon's desk. "Why would I? I own the company."
    Simon decided that the only thing worse than owning Hudson with Sam was the fact that they had both had an office on the same floor. "Last time I checked, so did I," he snapped back at Sam, not in the mood for his older sibling's bullshit.
    "I'm older. It gives me seniority." Sam propped his Italian leather-clad feet casually on Simon's desk.
    Simon waited, watching his brother relax back into the chair. The bastard. Leaning forward, Simon swept one muscular arm across the desk, knocking Sam's feet into the air. "Get your feet off my damn desk."
    Really, was there anything more amusing than watching a man in an immaculate designer suit flailing his arms like a baby bird, trying to catch his balance before his chair flipped over? Simon didn't think so. Not when it was Sam fluttering his arms as his chair tilted. The only thing that would have made it better is if his brother had tipped the chair over and landed flat on his ass.
    Sam's feet found purchase on the floor. He glared at Simon as he opened the buttons on the jacket of his perfect suit and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Was that really necessary?"
    It was Simon's turn to grin, but his smile was evil. "I thought so."
    "It's not my fault that you made the mistake of falling in love and now you're miserable. Shit, I thought you'd be happy now that she's living at your place again." Sam sat back and laced his fingers over his stomach, his expression grim.
    Simon's head jerked up. "Who said I love her?"
    Rolling his eyes, Sam replied, "You didn't have to say a damn thing. I think I figured it out when I ended up practically blind from the swelling when you beat the hell out of me just because I touched her."
    "That doesn't mean I love her," Simon grunted. "And it wasn't because you touched her. It was the intent."
    "When was the last time you thrashed me because I touched a woman?"
    "Never."
    "Exactly."
    Simon sighed. "Kara and I had a slight disagreement." Okay, for him, it was more than slight, but he didn’t mentioning that to his brother.
    "About?"
    "She wants me to trust her. Tell her about the incident that left me scarred." Simon's voice was hoarse. "She thinks I still have--" he hesitated before choking out, "issues."
    Eyes narrowing, Sam asked, "And do you? Still have issues?"
    "No! Hell no! For Christ's sake, it happened over sixteen years ago." Simon answered quickly. Too quickly and too defensively.
    "Time doesn't necessarily make everything go away, Simon."