The Billionaire's Christmas Revenge (Book 4)

Chapter 5

It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply-dj.

 Geneviève's POV.

Tentatively sipping the burning drink, I saw the tenseness entered his muscular form as he regarded me under a watchful gaze.

"Please." I whispered once again pleading in desperation.

"No." He replied in a voice filled with finality.

"Why did you have Jack bring me here?" I asked dejectedly as I perched my suddenly worn out body onto a bar stool.

A long beat passed by before he eventually answered, "Did you not just get your answer?"

After my non response he continued on as he rounded the bar making his way a hair breath before me, "The father that you jump hurdles for don't give a damn about you. You're not a trained circus animal Geneviève."

"Don't act like you care either." I found myself saying as I finished the drink, feeling my nerves in scattered disarray from his close proximity and the hollowness that widened inside my cracked chest. Urging my-self to lash out I continued on, "Even if he doesn't, he's still my father but you turned out to be no better than him."

A sardonic smile ghosted across his pink mouth, "Believe whatever pleases you."

"What's that supposed to suggest?" I pushed looking directly into his sea green eyes.

"It means that unlike your moral-less father, I never made you do anything that caused you displeasure." He stated darkly as his green eyes caused a delicious shiver to run though me, "Did I?" He challenged.

Feeling my skin heat, I found myself unable to look away as the question hung in the air, wrapped tightly in sordid memories that pushed for a trip down memory lane.

"No." I said finding myself replying as his eyes darkened explicitly.

As though he could no longer help himself, his hands came up, gentler than expected and trailed a path down my still wet cheek. His Adam's apple bobbed against his smooth throat as the air seemed to have stilled. Determinedly I willed myself to keep his gaze as a series of conflicted emotions shuttered by much faster than I could have read. In a heartbeat, it seemed as though his mind was made as the steely glint returned and he removed himself an appropriate distance from me. My cheeks still burned from the heat of his warm hands, I suppressed the urge to touch it myself. As he regained his initial stance of aloofness, the terse silence stretched the air to almost claustrophobia, or maybe that was just me as he stood as cool and confident as ever shrewdly assessing me.

Wariness seeped into my soul, draining me of all I had left as I half -heartedly stood ignoring the protest of my aching body and heavy mind. Grabbing my bag, I stole a glance at him as he remained unmoving. Admittedly it was what had unnerved me the most. The past that I had held onto for so long in memory was just that.

The past.

The present, his present was not one that I knew of.

"Please rethink your answer." I said softly to him as I prepared myself to leave.

Risking a final glance at his handsome face possibly for the last time.

"It is not a habit of mine to revisit the past but for you I'll remind you once again." He said evenly though the underlying insult stung, "The answer is no."

"What's the price of the by-back?" I questioned seriously as his lips quirked for a brief moment riling me on.

"Do you really want to know?" He asked as he placed both hands into the pockets of his well-tailored pants shrugging carelessly.