A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

“You are,” I say, gazing at her from the opposite side of our small circular table. My smile is

wide and only growing larder. “But I like it.”

If I thought she couldn’t get any redder, I was wrong. It looks like she has run a marathon by

now, and I watch her exhale slowly and flare her nostrils before picking up the menu.

“Perhaps I order the salami pizza…” she mumbles.

Hmm, changing the subject, is she? Alright then.

“Sure, then I can take the Milano, and we trade slices,” I beam at her when she looks. you

wanted.’

To my surprise, Hannah beams back. “That would be great!”

Such enthusiasm and such a bright smile over something so small. How is it possible for

Hannah to be so lovely? I watch her with a fond feeling in my heart, and when she starts

talking about the dessert, the warmth in my chest only grows.

“Like

Even though Hannah only talks about food, this is another moment when my heart thread

with hers. Every time she smiles, it’s as if someone is reaching down with a sewing needle

and putting another stitch on our souls. I’m falling for her.

Truth?

I want Hannah to become my real wife. But I need to figure out how to go around it. I don’t

want to freak her out with what I want, and… I also want children, and I wonder if she is

ready. for that. She is in college, and I don’t want to wait, but… do I have a choice?

I don’t think I will ever fall this hard for another woman.

Hannah laughs and smiles so much that the cold, workaholic Tobias Ford is changing to

someone less heartless. I’m adjusting to accommodate her needs, but I realize it’s also for

my own sake because I’m happier.

Hannah makes me happy.

I want her, but… shit. What if she doesn’t want me? Fuck. I haven’t thought that far yet.

How can I be so fucking self-centered that I didn’t think of that yet?!

What if Hannah hates me?

What if she doesn’t like older men and just acts friendly because I’m a billionaire with a fat

wallet?

I’m so lost in my train of thought that I order my food on auto-pilot. When the pizzas come

out, Hannah chews on her bottom lip. Her eyes are studying my face, and I breathe a laugh.

“What is it?” I ask.

“It’s just… you looked so… angry…”

“I’m not angry.” I’m not, but my head is spinning with thoughts of the future, making it hard

to pay attention.

“I see…” Hannah stares down at her pizza, and I notice her hand clutches her fork so hard

her fingers are turning white. “Tobias, can I tell you something without you getting mad?”

Immediately my walls rise-nothing good comes from a woman saying those words to you.

Nothing. Sarah was the last person to speak those words; the rest is history.

Still, this is Hannah, so I decide to hear her out. “Of course, you can.” I try my hardest to

sound kind. Hannah is not Sarah. She will not hurt me-I must repeat that over and over. “Is

something bothering you?”

“Yes, something is actually bothering me,” Hannah places down her cutlery. There is tomato

sauce around her mouth, but I say nothing about it and remain silent in my seat. “I’m…”

her beautiful eyes are filled with despair for some reason. “I’m… I’m not sure how to say

this.”

The little pained breath of a laugh at the end makes me realize that whatever is on

Hannah’s mind is hard for her to be open about. So even if she will hurt me, it isn’t easy for

her-that tells me exactly what I need to know: she is unlike any other woman I’ve ever met.

Hannah is precious.

“Just say it,” my tone is calm. “It’s easier that way, and I promise I won’t get mad at you,

whatever it is. You have my word.”

Her tongue darts out, wetting her dry lips. “I’m scared…”

Hannah is refusing to look at me, so I hunt her doe-eyes down, forcing her to see me.

“Don’t be scared,” I reach out my hand, and my fingers briefly touch hers. Hannah jerks in

fright, but I grip her hand, willing her to calm down.

Her eyes liquefy, but she doesn’t withdraw from my hand. Still, there is some shaking that

bothers me. It’s almost as if she is afraid of me? But that is silly. Why would she fear me?

“I’m in love with you, Tobias.”

I swear my breathing seizes. I know that I should be talking, but I can’t. I’m shocked and

slowly place my hand over Hannah’s chest. I can feel her heart… pounding for me.

My eyes meet hers. Hannah is awfully quiet, probably waiting for me to stop acting like a

lunatic and say something-she confessed to being in love with me! The problem is just that I

don’t know what to say! Part of me is convinced I’m hallucinating at this moment.

I continue to stare, and Hannah’s bottom lip trembles. She looks close to tears again, and

some of my sanity returns.

“Do you mean those words?” I ask in a barely audible voice. It isn’t fair to ask her this, but

I’m just not convinced that such a nice girl is in love with someone who could be the Grinch.

“Of course I do,” Hannah speaks softly. Her eyes are shining, and the smile curling her lips

is insecure. “Does your silence mean that you do not feel the same?” She laughs, but the

sound is pained. “I mean, of course, you don’t feel the same… you want Sarah.”

She thinks I want Sarah back?

The truth is that part of me will always belong to Sarah, and I’m unsure whether or not I

want Sarah or Hannah. I’m falling for Hannah, but I’ve already fallen for Sarah.

But Hannah’s vulnerability and how she can turn any occasion into something exciting? How

she always seems close to laughter and isn’t afraid of being herself-it’s all hitting me on a

deeper level. I can see myself falling so deeply in love with her that I won’t ever recover

from

away for

Women like Hannah? They are rare, and I would be a fool to throw a chance with her a

woman like Sarah, who uses mind games to get what she wants. Hannah is not like that.

Hannah is–

The memory of her smile plays in my mind, and I smile.

“I think I’m in love with you too…”

When Hannah looks at me with her big, shocked eyes, I breathe a laugh. Not because she

looks silly but because I’m filled with so much yearning that it’s insane. I’ve never wanted a

woman as much as I want Hannah.

I should give her a clue about that.

This is the moment of truth, and I wet my lips. “In fact, I’m probably deeper in love with you

than I’m willing to admit because you’re pretty much the only thing on my mind,” I smile

wider. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Mrs. Ford. You’re on my brain all the time. So, I ask

you: what have you done to me?”