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I never want children, and I will never be the type of man to settle down long-term. I promised myself years ago.” He paused. “So I married you instead.”
The room spun as the finality of his statement washed over her. Her husband may experience fits of passion. His touch may be warm, and his lips even warmer, but his heart was carved in stone. He’d never let a woman inside—he was too badly damaged to take a chance. Somehow, his parents had convinced him love does not exist. Even if a weak ray glimmered on the surface, he still believed there was no happy ending. Just children as casualties and a lifetime of hurt.
How could any woman fight such a hardcore belief with any hope of winning? His need for a business marriage suddenly made perfect sense.
“Are you okay?”
She decided to end the night with her finale. Nick Ryan could break her heart. Again. She needed to act cool and efficient in order to save her pride. And she must always keep her distance. Alexa schooled her features to give away nothing and pushed the pain deep inside her body until it was a tight ball in her stomach.
“Stop asking me if I’m okay. Of course I’m okay. Just don’t think you can sneak in a quickie with your ex. A deal is a deal.”
His face tightened. “I gave you my word, remember?”
“You also cheated at poker.”
The reminder of their poker game gone awry made humiliation burn through her. He shifted his feet and pushed his hand through his hair and Alexa knew the speech was coming. “About what happened—”
She gave an Academy Award-worthy laugh. “Oh, Lord, we’re not going to have a talk about that, are we?” She rolled her eyes. “Listen, Nick, I have to admit something. Sure, this marriage is a business arrangement, but I was wearing the dress, and it was technically our wedding night and…” She threw her hands up in surrender. “I got carried away with the whole idea. You just happened to be, well—”
“Available?”
“I was thinking more…handy. You were handy. It didn’t mean anything so let’s just blow the whole thing off, okay?”
He studied her with narrowed eyes, taking in every feature of her face. The clock ticked and she waited. A strange play of emotion flickered in his eyes, until she swore he stared at her with regret.
It must have been a trick of the light.
He finally nodded. “We’ll blame it on the wine and the full moon or something.”
She turned. “I’m going to bed. It’s late.”
“Okay. Good night.”
“Good night.”
She walked up the spiral staircase and slid beneath the covers, not wanting to brush her teeth or do her skin routine or change into her pajamas. She pulled the downy comforter up to her chin, buried her face in the pillow, and embraced sleep, a place she didn’t have to think or feel or hurt.
…

Nick looked at the deserted staircase. Emptiness pulsed inside him and he had no idea why. He poured the rest of the wine into his glass, adjusted the volume on the stereo, and settled onto the sofa. The opera music flowed over him and soothed his nerves.
His almost-mistake loomed before him. If Gabby hadn’t shown up, Alexa would’ve been in his bed. No more uncomplicated marriage.
Stupid.
When had his need for a woman ever caused havoc with his plans? Even when he’d courted Gabriella and they’d become intimate, he’d never been attached to the outcome. His goal was clear and necessary. But even that wasn’t enough to stop him once he’d gotten a taste of Alexa McKenzie. She wrecked his mind, made him laugh, and tempted him with the delights of her body without a single subtle manipulation. She was different from any other woman he’d ever known, and he wanted her to stay in the category of his friend. His sister’s best friend. He wanted to laugh at their past, live in harmony for one year, and say good-bye with ease.
The first lousy night he’d gone and ripped off her shirt.
He drained the glass of wine and switched the stereo off. He’d fix it. She already admitted she only wanted a warm body in her bed. Obviously, she wasn’t attracted to him, and she’d probably drunk too much wine and gotten caught up in the wedding fantasy. Just as she admitted. She wanted the money, and she missed the sex.
His stubborn mind screamed she couldn’t react so passionately to every man who touched her. He firmly ignored the warning, moved from the couch, and headed up the stairs to his own bed.

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Aku tidak pernah mau anak-anak, dan aku tidak akan pernah menjadi tipe pria untuk menetap jangka panjang. Aku berjanji pada diri sendiri tahun yang lalu." Dia berhenti. "Jadi saya menikah Anda sebaliknya."Kamar berputar sebagai kepastian pernyataannya dicuci lebih dari dirinya. Suaminya mungkin mengalami cocok gairah. Sentuhan-nya mungkin hangat, dan bibirnya bahkan lebih hangat, tapi hatinya diukir dalam batu. Dia tidak akan pernah membiarkan seorang wanita dalam — ia terlalu buruk rusak untuk mengambil kesempatan. Entah bagaimana, orangtuanya telah menyakinkan dia cinta tidak ada. Bahkan jika sinar lemah merekah di permukaan, ia masih percaya ada bahagia. Hanya anak-anak sebagai korban dan seumur hidup yang terluka.Bagaimana setiap wanita bisa melawan sebuah keyakinan hardcore dengan harapan untuk menang? Kebutuhannya untuk pernikahan bisnis tiba-tiba masuk akal."Apakah Anda baik-baik saja?"Dia memutuskan untuk mengakhiri malam dengan finale nya. Ryan Nick bisa istirahat hatinya. Lagi. Ia harus bertindak dingin dan efisien untuk menyelamatkan kebanggaan nya. Dan dia selalu harus menjaga jarak. Alexa dididik nya fitur untuk memberikan apa-apa dan mendorong rasa sakit jauh di dalam tubuhnya sampai adalah bola ketat perutnya."Berhenti meminta saya jika saya baik-baik saja. Tentu saja aku baik-baik. Hanya tidak berpikir Anda dapat menyelinap dalam kilat dengan ex Anda. Kesepakatan adalah kesepakatan."Wajahnya diperketat. "Aku telah memberikan kepadamu Firman-Ku, ingat?""Anda juga menipu di poker."Pengingat dari permainan poker mereka pergi kacau membuat penghinaan membakar melalui dirinya. Dia bergeser kakinya dan didorong tangannya melalui rambutnya dan Alexa tahu pidato datang. "Tentang apa yang terjadi —"She gave an Academy Award-worthy laugh. “Oh, Lord, we’re not going to have a talk about that, are we?” She rolled her eyes. “Listen, Nick, I have to admit something. Sure, this marriage is a business arrangement, but I was wearing the dress, and it was technically our wedding night and…” She threw her hands up in surrender. “I got carried away with the whole idea. You just happened to be, well—”“Available?”“I was thinking more…handy. You were handy. It didn’t mean anything so let’s just blow the whole thing off, okay?”He studied her with narrowed eyes, taking in every feature of her face. The clock ticked and she waited. A strange play of emotion flickered in his eyes, until she swore he stared at her with regret.It must have been a trick of the light.He finally nodded. “We’ll blame it on the wine and the full moon or something.”She turned. “I’m going to bed. It’s late.”“Okay. Good night.”“Good night.”She walked up the spiral staircase and slid beneath the covers, not wanting to brush her teeth or do her skin routine or change into her pajamas. She pulled the downy comforter up to her chin, buried her face in the pillow, and embraced sleep, a place she didn’t have to think or feel or hurt.…Nick looked at the deserted staircase. Emptiness pulsed inside him and he had no idea why. He poured the rest of the wine into his glass, adjusted the volume on the stereo, and settled onto the sofa. The opera music flowed over him and soothed his nerves.His almost-mistake loomed before him. If Gabby hadn’t shown up, Alexa would’ve been in his bed. No more uncomplicated marriage.Stupid.When had his need for a woman ever caused havoc with his plans? Even when he’d courted Gabriella and they’d become intimate, he’d never been attached to the outcome. His goal was clear and necessary. But even that wasn’t enough to stop him once he’d gotten a taste of Alexa McKenzie. She wrecked his mind, made him laugh, and tempted him with the delights of her body without a single subtle manipulation. She was different from any other woman he’d ever known, and he wanted her to stay in the category of his friend. His sister’s best friend. He wanted to laugh at their past, live in harmony for one year, and say good-bye with ease.The first lousy night he’d gone and ripped off her shirt.He drained the glass of wine and switched the stereo off. He’d fix it. She already admitted she only wanted a warm body in her bed. Obviously, she wasn’t attracted to him, and she’d probably drunk too much wine and gotten caught up in the wedding fantasy. Just as she admitted. She wanted the money, and she missed the sex.His stubborn mind screamed she couldn’t react so passionately to every man who touched her. He firmly ignored the warning, moved from the couch, and headed up the stairs to his own bed.