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have things not fall apart.
    She lifts her head up and her eyes sparkle in the radiant
light of the crystal chandelier.
    “Princess?” she says, her face lit up with a smile so
breathtaking that my heart summersaults in my chest.
    “ My princess.”  I bring her hand to mine and kiss it
gently.  “I told you that every woman would be envious if you accompanied me to
this ball.  But I failed to mention that every man will be consumed by jealousy
for me when they see you on my arm.”
    She grins uncontrollably, her cheeks bright as rubies
against her fair skin.  “Wow.  You really know how to lay it on nice and thick,
don’t you?”
    I grin back, our eyes locked together like magnets.
    A powerful force races through my body like an earthquake.
    Every time I look at her, her beauty confounds me again and
again; every time I see her is like the first time, and her visage never fails
to blow me away.  She truly has the most perfect combination of sweetness and
sex, lush and full lips so sensual and wanting, and curves that make my body
cry out in desire, deep into the most fathomless pit of my heart.
    No, that’s silly.  Not my heart .  It is mere lust
that is making me feel this way - lust so controlling and all consuming that it
masquerades as more.  But that is the nature of wild animal-like desire on a
man’s mind.
    Love is a fallacy.  Sex is only the real truth between men
and women.
    Sex with Melody is all I want.  Nothing more.
    But I refuse to act on it.  I am not lust’s slave.  I am a
grown man and a powerful one at that.  Who else has built a media empire before
they’re even thirty?  Who else is worth so much money that it is uncountable? 
No one controls me but me.
    And I am done with one-night stands.
    Once Mercedes realises she cannot control me, she will fall
back into my arms and then I shall make it a point to propose like she
expected.  But on my terms.
    She’ll make a fine trophy wife.  I may not love her and she
may not love me, but marriage for people like us isn’t about love - it’s about
consolidating power and influence.  Bella Music has a stranglehold on the
European market, and as the owner’s daughter, our marriage would be the perfect
opportunity for both her family and mine to extend our empire.
    It makes complete sense both practically and pragmatically. 
What does love have to do with anything?
    But I will propose when I’m good and ready, not when it
suits her and especially not when it suits her father.  I know he pressured her
into assaulting me with rapid fire questions earlier this evening in the limo
ride to my office.
    Chase, darling, when are you going to propose?  It’s been
months and daddy’s getting frustrated.
    But then again, she was enough of a self-entitled brat that
maybe I should have expected her ultimatum.
    Do it.  Now.  I refuse to wait any longer.  If you don’t
then I’m leaving and I’m finding someone else.  You think you’re the only hot
guy out there that wants what I’ve got.  I’m fucking stunning and I’m famous
and I’ve got legions of fans in every corner of the globe.  Every powerful man
out there is gagging to have me so you should be fucking grateful I’m here with
you.  Propose now, or I walk.
    Suffice to say, she wasn’t happy when the limo door flew
open a minute later and I ordered her to step out on to the curb.
    No body gives me an ultimatum.  Especially not a jumped up
daddy’s girl who only has a singing career because her father owns a record
company.
    The relief of freedom washes over me like a cool breeze.
    The day had certainly started off interesting, but now, here
with Melody, it is becoming more enjoyable and surprising by the second.  I
cannot wait to see what else the night has in store.
    Arm in arm, I lead Melody through the foyer and to the top
of the stairs that overlooks the Wiltshire ballroom.  We pause for a moment and
drink in the sight - hundreds of guests dancing and singing and