HACKING THE BILLIONAIRE: Part 2

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gone wrong, and he had no idea how to fix it. Her head fell onto his shoulder as his chest heaved. He let go of one leg and then the other. She stood on her own, but he wanted to be away from here.
    This wasn’t making love. This was fucking. He could do that with anyone. Why did Riley want that? What happened to make her want this?
    She brushed past him, slipping off her shoes. “I’m going for a bath.”
    He grabbed her arm. “What was that?”
    “That was us fucking.”
    “Why?”
    “Guess I just needed it hard and fast,” she said.
    She tugged her arm from his hand and went into the bathroom. He heard water running for a bath. He wanted a shower. He wanted to wash off what they’d just done. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t them.
    What had someone said to her at that party? Where was the Riley he wanted? The one he had feelings for?
    He took off the condom, dumping it into the closest trash can. The maid would get it later.
    Instead of joining her in the bath, he took a shower, not making eye contact with her as she slid into the bubbly water. Where was Riley? Where was the woman he couldn’t get enough of?
    He toweled off, still not looking at her. He left her to her bath. There would be no wine. No massage.
    Nothing else. He slipped into bed and laid there, staring at the ceiling.
    Sometime in the night he awoke and found Riley gone. Had she just gone to the kitchen for food?
    He searched the house. He didn’t find her. He didn’t see anyone else either. He had to visit his mother one more time tomorrow, but now he wanted to find Riley. Make her tell him what was wrong so he could fix it.
    When he returned to the bedroom, he realized she’d left the house. She must be at the penthouse. He’d see her when he went home. Maybe she needed some space.
     

Chapter Fourteen
    Riley glanced back at the Trent house one more time, mouthing goodbye to its occupants. Especially Dirk. When he woke, he’d realize this was for the best. They didn’t meld. Their worlds didn’t meld.
    She climbed into the cab that would take her to the airport. She had a flight back to Manhattan that she was paying an outrageous amount of money for, but she wanted to be gone.
    After her flight, which would land in Newark, she still had to take a train to Manhattan. She was tired, but she had to make the break.
    The puddle jumper flew her to New Jersey in the middle of the night. The train was empty, and she dozed on the way into New York. This was still less time than driving back. If she drove, Dirk might beat her there, and she didn’t want a confrontation with him.
    It was time. The case was off her hands. She needed to be assigned to another one. Away from him. It was also time for them to end it. They weren’t going to last forever.
    She had some tears, but refused to give in to them until she was home. Which was still an hour or so away. She had to pack.
    For right now, she’d get her essentials and then get the rest when Dirk was at work. She didn’t want to see him. It would hurt too much. What an ass for falling in love with him.
    The idea took away her breath. They couldn’t work. He needed too much control. She needed too much freedom. Her work was important.
    A cab brought her to Dirk’s building. She held her breath as she opened the door. He wasn’t here. Was he far behind? He hadn’t called.
    Maybe he was realizing what she’d already figured out. That they were wrong for each other. She packed while she called Joan.
    “I’ve finally done it,” she said.
    “What?”
    “I’m leaving Dirk and getting back to my life,” she said.
    It sounded odd now that she was saying it out loud.
    “Are you happy about it?”
    “I guess. I’ll feel better when I’m home and he can’t talk me out of it.”
    “Why would he?”
    “Because Dirk likes control,” she said.
    “Maybe he loves you.”
    She threw as much as she could into an overnight bag. The rest could wait until Dirk was at work. He wouldn’t hold her

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