Lucy Monroe - One Night Heir

Her body twinged delightfully at the reminders of how hungry he had been.

“I am sorry.” If anything, Maks’s tone had grown heavier.

As much as she’d prefer to pretend she didn’t know why he’d apologized, she could not.

But she could tell him that it didn’t matter. She didn’t need Maks to admit love for her so long as he needed her like he’d shown he did the night before.

“It’s all right.” Gingerly, keeping a lid on her own disappointment, Gillian sat up and met Maks’s gaze.

His expression was stoic, like a man trying to pretend something didn’t bother him. “No. Last night was a mistake, I think.”

Then he winced as if he realized he should not have said that.

And well he might wince, the idiot. She wasn’t going to demand words of love, but downplaying the night before wasn’t going to fly with her, either.

Suddenly she had a thought that might explain his odd attitude. “You want to pretend we don’t have sex?”

And did that bother him as much as she thought it did? As much as it absolutely appalled her?

“As wonderful as we are together, it will not be a pretense. It cannot. It would not be fair to you, or to me, if I am honest.”

Her brows drew together. “I don’t understand. You want to stop having sex?”

Until they were married? A royal wedding required at least a year, often two to prepare for. No wonder he’d been so hungry the night before.

But why forego condoms? Did he hope to have gotten her pregnant so they were forced to marry more quickly?

That just didn’t seem like something Maks would do. He was not a master of passive aggressive. Full-on aggression was more his style.

“Continuing to have sex together will only make our eventual breakup all the harder, not to mention increasing the chances of the media picking up on our relationship. We’ve been lucky so far, they’ve left us alone.”

Gillian thought that had something to do with her father’s influence as much as how circumspect she and Maks had been. But that wasn’t the most important thing right now.

“Break up?” she asked, completely at a loss. “Why would we break up?”

They were getting married. Weren’t they? A cold spike of dread pierced her heart. Weren’t they?

His expression was not hope producing. “A breakup between us is inevitable. Surely you understand this.”

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