Black Ties & White Lies (Black Tie Billionaires)

by Kat Singleton

Because the man standing in front of me—my apparent boss—is also my ex-boyfriend’s very attractive older brother.

“Done with what?” “Eye fucking me.” I almost fall out of my chair at the boldness of his words. “I wasn’t—” A corner of his full lip twitches. “You totally were, Violet. Don’t pretend like you weren’t.”

windows. “You were ignoring my calls,” he explains, seemingly annoyed that he’s having to repeat himself. “Yes. We just talked about this. I didn’t want to talk about your brother.” “No, we didn’t talk about this. We started the conversation, but then you decided instead of listening, you were going to undress me with those large eyes of yours.”

“Well, you ignoring me caused me to have to resort to other options.” “Like what?” He shows off his large wingspan as he widens his arms, gesturing to the dingy room around us. He looks out of place here, the fading paint on the walls and the fraying, stained carpet not fit for someone as regal looking as him. “Like buying this company.”

“What does buying this company have to do with me ignoring your calls?” “Stop asking questions before you’ve even thought about it,” he fires back. “Isn’t it obvious? I bought the company so you had no choice but to talk to me. I am your boss now, after all.”

Margo laughs manically, disbelief in her doe-eyed stare. “Normal people don’t buy companies to talk with their brother’s ex-girlfriends.” I scoff, shaking my head. “It’s insulting that you think I’m normal. I’m far from normal, Margo. I’ll go to great lengths to get what I want.”

“The whole idea seems highly unnecessary. Don’t you own the company your board sits on or whatever? Tell them to go fuck themselves.” He actually laughs at my comment. A loud, throaty laugh that for some reason feeds my soul. I’d do anything to hear it again. I made broody Beck Sinclair laugh. I want to do it over and over until his stomach hurts from laughter.

“Say his name again, and I’ll bend you right over this table and fuck you until the only name you can say is mine. You’ll be so full of me you won’t even remember who you were thinking about before.”

“Let another man even think about taking care of you when you’re my fiancée and they're as good as dead.” His voice is seething. I have no idea where all of that anger came from, but it does something to my insides.

“If you agree to this, there will be no one else in your life, Margo. For the year, or however long it takes to get the point across, you’re mine.”

Hearing Beck say “you’re mine” wasn’t real… But it was. It is. This is all very, very real. This is every woman’s dream, and I’m just waiting to find out what the catch is.

“If anything, I feel like now I’m even more entitled to know what you’ve been drawing. Tell me, is it still me you draw in there, Violet?”