Callum starts to massage the tension from my neck and shoulder, kneading his strong fingers into my muscles until I hate him a little less.
“I have questions.”
“Ask me anything. I’ll tell you the truth.”
“Don’t throw that word around so recklessly, billionaire. I’m not sure you understand the definition.”
“I’ll never lie to you again. I’d rather die than hurt you. I swear on my life.”
I want to accuse him of being melodramatic and ridiculous, but he sounded convincingly contrite, so I just growl a little in the back of my throat instead.
Then I say, “Do you think I’m so stupid that I’d never find out?”
“No. I know how intelligent you are. I just thought I’d have a little more time before you did.”
“Time for what?”
“To make you fall in love with me.”
This again. The man needs more
