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In Part Four of The Billionaire’s Fantasy, college professor Louise Jensen thought she was happy spending her nights alone, marking essays—but then she met the man of her fantasies. Billionaire Jaiven Rodriguez has shown her that she’s been hiding from feelings, experiences...love. But is love a risk that either are willing to take?
Once you’ve finished the exciting conclusion to The Billionaire’s Fantasy, look out for the next installment of the Forbidden Series, billionaires who can look, but shouldn’t touch!
Collect all three novels in The Forbidden Series:
THE BILLIONAIRE’S INTERN by USA TODAY bestselling author Maisey Yates
THE BILLIONAIRE’S FANTASY by USA TODAY bestselling author Kate Hewitt
THE BILLIONAIRE’S INNOCENT by USA TODAY bestselling author Caitlin Crews
The Billionaire's Fantasy - Part 4
Kate Hewitt
To Maisey and Caitlin. It was just as fun the second time round.
The Forbidden Series
Billionaires who can look, but shouldn’t touch!
The Billionaire’s Fantasy
Part Four
Only a few weeks ago college professor Louise Jensen thought she was happy spending her nights alone, marking essays—but now she’s met the man of her fantasies. Billionaire Jaiven Rodriguez has shown her that her so-called life was actually about hiding from feelings, experiences—love. But what started out as a game without commitment has turned serious. Good lord, she’s been sobbing on Jaiven’s chest, telling him her darkest secrets. It doesn’t get more serious than that! But if they are taking things to a deeper level it’s Jaiven’s turn to open up and confess it all…
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Chapter Eleven
“LOUISE, DO I remind you of your abusive ex-husband?”
“No—”
“But that night.” Jaiven Rodriguez swallowed. “That night, I reminded you of him, didn’t I? Humiliating you like he did.”
Louise Jensen wiped the tears from her face. “You didn’t know.”
Jaiven didn’t answer, just lowered his head, his hands fisted in his hair. He growled a swearword in Spanish under his throat, his whole body taut. When he looked up, the naked regret on his face made Louise let out a muffled cry. “I’m sorry, Louise.”
“Oh, Jaiven, I know you are.” She drew a shuddering breath, tried to keep the tears in, for Jaiven’s sake as much as her own. She didn’t want to cry in front of him. Didn’t want him to feel any more guilty than he obviously did.
But she clearly wasn’t fooling him for his voice broke as he said, “Louise—let me hold you.” He came and knelt in front of her, a supplicant. “Please, Louise, let me hold you.”
The fact that he was asking, even begging, just about broke her heart. More tears spilled. “I want you to hold me,” she whispered, and then his arms came around and he sat down on the sofa, settling her against the hard wall of his chest as she curled into him, her legs across his lap, her cheek pressed against his heart.
It felt so good. Better than any sex they’d had—on a desk, up against a wall, in the shower—forget it all. This was what she needed. What she wanted most of all.
But if she thought a little cuddle was going to stem the tide of emotion inside her, she was dead wrong. Jaiven’s arms around her were akin to taking her finger out of the hole in the dam. The emotion rushed over them both, a scalding river as sobs shook her body and tears streamed from her eyes.
She knew, on an intellectual level, she needed this release. She’d kept it in for so long. She’d wanted to keep it in forever, but that was impossible. Caring about someone again, about Jaiven, made that impossible.
And yet in the midst of the emotional bloodletting she felt herself cringe inwardly. This was going to freak Jaiven out. This was going to drive him away at about a million miles an hour. How could it not? This was the man who had thought forty-eight hours was a long-term relationship.
At least he was holding her now, Louise told herself, which was incredibly nice of him, but how long before he gently eased away from her, picked himself up off the sofa and walked out of her life?
Who wanted this kind of complicated? She certainly didn’t. If she could have checked her emotional baggage forever, she’d have done it. She’d wanted to forget everything, even her own name, and, ten years ago, had tried to start over with a clean slate and no painful memories.
Would Jaiven really want to deal with her stuff, complicated as it surely was? When he wasn’t even sure what he wanted from her, just that he wanted to find out?
What was she doing?
She scrambled off his lap as if she’d been poked with a cattle prod.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” she babbled, wiping her streaming eyes. She had snot running from her nose. Awesome. She drew a shuddering breath and grabbed a box of tissues, pressing several to her face.
“What,” Jaiven asked in a level voice, “are you sorry for, Louise?”
She stilled, a fistful of tissues still pressed to her face. Why was she apologizing? If Jaiven didn’t want to deal with her stuff, then that was his problem, not hers.
Wasn’t it?
“Louise?”
“I don’t know,” she said slowly. “For…for burdening you with this, I guess. For telling you all my…stuff. You didn’t ask for this, Jaiven, I know that—”
“Actually, I did,” he answered. “I asked you what stuff you were talking about. I wanted to know.”
“Only
