Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,3

are already entertaining enough for you.”

“Right.” Alex laughed. “Handle your shit, and we’ll see you in a few.”

After sending out a quick meeting invite to the team to correct any insecurities over my expression in the meeting today, I shut the laptop. I was not going to leave for the estate with anyone in our London office feeling uneasy, so hopefully, the meeting would do the trick. I put the laptop in my briefcase, and a dark shadow appeared at the entrance of my door.

I glanced up. “Jules?” I questioned the knockout brunette I usually hooked up with when I came to London. “What the hell?” I smiled, and before I could walk over to her, she rushed to me. My face was in her hands, and her lip gloss was choking me as she impulsively kissed me.

She took my hand and walked me over to my leather sofa, which was positioned under the windows to give a sweeping view of London at night.

“Jesus.” I chuckled. “Slow the hell down.”

“It’s been too long,” she said, playfully pushing me to sit on the couch so she could straddle me.

Oddly, I wasn’t in the mood for her or this for some reason. She loosened my tie, and I spotted a diamond ring on her finger. I pulled her hands down from where they fidgeted with my shirt.

“What’s this?” I asked, holding up the evidence that she was obviously a married woman, unlike the last time I saw her a few months ago.

“Right now,” she arched her eyebrow over her hazel eyes, “it’s nothing.”

“The hell it isn’t,” I said. “When did you settle down, and who’s the lucky man?”

“It could’ve been you, you know?” she said as she gripped my shoulders and began massaging herself against my dick that was now hardening since it had a mind separate from my own. “But someone can’t commit.”

“Someone,” I tried to control myself, “has a business to run. I couldn’t have made you happy if I tried.”

She licked her lips, slowly getting herself off on my hard cock. “You’ll always make me happy, just like this,” she said, biting her lip.

I gripped her hips, stopping her from making my dick take over my reason. “Hold on,” I said, her eyes meeting mine in some daring and rebellious way. “You got married. You get what that means, right?”

“Yes,” she said, rocking her hips against my lack of self-control. “It means you won’t fuck me. If it helps, I didn’t marry for love; it was definitely for his wealth. So, it’s not a real marriage.”

“The fuck it isn’t,” I said. I laughed in response, losing all sexual desire in that moment. “Glad to know the daughter of one of my wealthiest investors went out and married for fucking money.”

“You expect me to marry a coal miner? I have a lifestyle that I need to maintain. Don’t get self-righteous on me. Men and women have been doing it for centuries, so I’m not apologizing for anything.” Her breath was ragged, eyes glossy, and lips on mine again. “Fuck, I’m going to come, Ji…”

“Jesus Christ.” I stood up, leaving Jules on the couch and seeing a wet spot on my crotch. “Is this a goddamn joke?” I looked at her, disgusted with myself for letting her ride me like she did. “Things are over between me and you. You’ve lost your mind. Marrying for money and now getting yourself off on me like that? Fuck.”

I was in a wretched mood after this day. Would it have been nice to go back with Jules to her hotel room and fuck it all out of my system? Yes, that’s why we had this particular relationship. We both fucked for our own selfish needs. But this? No. I felt like a sick, dirty bastard now.

“I miss you, Jimmy,” she whined with a sultry smile, showing me that she wasn’t wearing any panties beneath her skirt. “I have a room at our favorite hotel. I left your name at the front desk. Go out with the guys, and I’ll be waiting for you if you somehow get out of this shitty mood you’re in.”

“Shitty mood?” I said with disbelief. “You’re the one who got married. I’m not fucking a married woman. Period. You ended our hotel nights together, so enjoy your room alone, and congratulations on the nuptials.”

She rose and kissed me on my cheek. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Very well.” Anything to get her the fuck out of my office. The very last