My Dutch Billionaire 3 by Marian Tee Page B

know I can tell your oil sheikh things about you that would scandalize his family, so much that he would not just dump you but probably sue you in his royal court and have you executed.”
    “I can do that, and you know it. Nod like a good little dog if you understand me.”
    And suddenly, she remembered the last time Serenity had been in Melanie’s home, the way she had laughingly taunted her sister and tried to treat her like a dog.
    She looked into the billionaire’s eyes, and Shane knew that Willem knew about that moment, too. He knew and he wanted to kill her for it, was only waiting for her to give him a reason to pull the trigger.
    Tears stinging her eyes, Shane forced herself to swallow everything back. Her stomach revolted, but she forced herself to swallow everything down.
    “Perhaps another one?” The billionaire’s voice was pleasant. “Just to show that it’s all fun between us?” This time, he allowed himself to be heard.
    Shane blindly took another treat from the bowl and popped it into her mouth.
    The billionaire reached for her—
    Shane flinched.
    But he only touched the top of her head. “Good girl.” He ruffled her hair, like a good little dog.  

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    They walked hand in hand towards the ballroom, where the cast and crew had already adjourned, together with the Queen and other members of the royal family. Serenity was reciting to him his schedule for tomorrow, her voice serene and calm, but he knew without her saying a word that something was wrong.
    It wasn’t because she was acting like his PA still. She had done that from the very start, even when they had just gotten back together. Just because she was his fiancée , Serenity had told him primly, didn’t mean she no longer had to be professional at work.
    So, no, Serenity acting like the blonde robot that her friend Willow occasionally teased her as did not bother him. It was, instead, the way she couldn’t seem to meet his gaze, and when she paused for breath, he asked quietly, “What’s wrong?”
    She fell silent.
    He waited.
    She said in a small voice, “You were terrifying a while back.”
    “Naturally.” The Dutch billionaire’s voice was easy. “I wanted the lesson to stick, and I was…” He paused. “I was quite angry.”
    “A total understatement,” she mumbled under her breath.
    “Like I always tell you, one does not have to be rude when furious.” He surprised her by stopping and pulling her close to him, he tipped her chin up, asking, “Did I frighten you then?”
    “Just a bit,” she confessed. “You’re always civilized—” She suddenly blushed.
    He was enthralled. “What is it?”
    “I was thinking you’re almost always civilized, except when we’re in bed,” she admitted shyly.
    He had to kiss her hard for that, and by the time they joined the rest in the ballroom, Serenity’s cheeks were red and her lips were bruised. He pulled out a chair for her, and when she was seated, he claimed his place next to her. To keep the atmosphere intimate, tables for three had been set up for the party, and joining them was Jaak, Willem’s rakish younger brother.
    His eyes gleaming wickedly, Jaak leaned towards Willem and murmured, “I’m impressed, brother.”
    Willem raised a brow. “Because?”
    “I never thought you’d loosen up so much as to delay dinner for one hundred guests just for a kiss.”
    Serenity, having heard Jaak’s words, blushed harder, but her Dutch billionaire only smiled. “You, my brother, haven’t seen anything yet.”  
    Her eyes flew to him in bemusement just before all the lights in the dining room switched off and the program for tonight’s dark dining began with the first course. As the appetizers were served, she was about to pick up her fork when she felt Willem’s fingers cup her chin. She was about to ask why when his mouth swooped down on hers, so accurately it was as if he had memorized everything about her.  
    “How do you find the appetizer so far,