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else would I be here?” I replied, my nerves becoming frayed. “Tonight is not about the Jonah Jacobson seduction show. I want answers, answers I think I am more than entitled to be given.” Aware my voice was beginning to rise with annoyance, annoyance that seemed to rear its head from nowhere, I quickly lowered my tone. “You used, deceived and hurt me for my money. If you expect me to just open my legs because you’ve offered me a few half truths then you’re wrong.”
    Clenching his jaw, Jonah leant forward in his chair. My heart stuttered at the unwavering resolution shining brightly in his eyes as he locked me into his gaze. “I’ve already apologised for and explained my actions, Savannah. Hurting you killed me and I’ve been living the life of a dead man ever since the morning you witnessed my feeble attempt at disposing of Darcy without your knowledge. But your continuous reference to my using you for your money, for making love to you to gain access to your millions sweetheart is seriously starting to piss me off. I’ve fucked women with money, women who would have bought me the earth for one night of having my cock inside them. They still would if I chose to grace them with my time. So your money is of no relevance in what I stupidly agreed to do, for the only living relative I still possess.”
    My jaw dropped in disbelief. Arrogant confidence oozed from his mouth, a confidence born of years of having women throw themselves at his feet. This only angered me further. Was he expecting me to lay myself down and offer my body to him freely, just as every woman he had ever met had obviously done, because if I didn’t there would be many out there who would? Well fuck that notion, I cursed silently. He could damn well go and indulge his sexual talents to the highest bidder. Jealousy coursed through my veins. Any reference Jonah ever made regarding his sexual past and previous encounters never failed to instil a chill in my bones. Visions of the man, who owned my heart, despite recent revelations, naked, hot and sweaty with any other female, were not pleasant ones. But I could not show that weakness. Men of power and position exploited any weakness they could find in their fellow human beings, male or female, and used that to their advantage.  It was the force that drove them to success. I would crumble in a heartbeat if Jonah were to exploit any I shared, whether knowingly or not. And after coming so far in my recovery process, a process that admittedly was not entirely a positive one, more a work in progress, I was not going to fall apart  now just because the thought of Jonah fucking another made me sick to the pit of my stomach. There was no other option… dinner was over.
    Closing my mouth and scraping my chair loudly on the tiled balcony floor as I pushed to my feet in a rush, I slammed both my palms on the tabletop and eyed Jonah with a sneer. “Well I’m not stopping you leaving, you self righteous shit. God forbid, I would deny some obscenely rich, bored trophy wife your company tonight. Hell, St. Tropez is full of desperately unsatisfied women only too happy to pay for your services.” The smirk that pricked his luscious lips confirmed what my little outburst proved. My attempt to conceal yet another weakness had bombed dismally.
    “You’re jealous, sweetheart,” he said with a flick of his wicked tongue across his bottom lip.
    “Screw you,” I threw back as I turned on my heels to head back into the now full dining room.
    I flinched as a firm hand gripped my elbow tightly and scorching male heat infused my back as his rock hard torso pressed against me firmly. I stopped momentarily, not wanting to cause a scene in front of the slightly suspicious looking diners who were casting interested glances our way. I hated attention, despised it. The flush of my cheeks as Jonah’s erection pressed against my lower back, enticingly close to my ass was a blatant show of my growing arousal. Exposing