Entangled | Forbidden Billionaire Romance Book 2

The explosive conclusion to The Forbidden Billionaire: Jasper Blackstone. Love, betrayal, and secrets collide as Holly and Jasper face the past.

My legs grow weak, but I manage to remain standing. I can’t remember if I already asked Jasper what’s he doing here. Looking at him is so unreal. He’s like a mirage appearing across the parched sands of a hot desert, an apparition haunting my office. I can’t figure out my emotions right now. Or maybe I can. There are too many. Some good. Some horribly painful. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but he presses a finger over his lips, slips into my office and closes the door gently behind him. 


He closes more distance between us and standing tall, asks, “How are you?”

I’m lost for words yet again. But look at him. He’s still so very tall, dark, and handsome, even if he looks mentally drained. I want to say that I’m fine, but am I? How can I summarize the past few weeks in one simple word? I had been so angry at him ever since leaving the Blackstone manor. I spent days crying on my pillow. I hadn’t had an appetite. I hadn’t wanted to work. Then one morning, I suddenly had no more tears to give Jasper Blackstone. Rising from the ashes of my despair, I got out of bed, dressed, and dragged myself to the office. On that drive over, I persuaded myself to never think of Jasper again. So why is he in my office, making my heart go pitter-patter?


“What are you doing here?” I strain to say.


He takes a small step toward me, and I shoot both hands up, motioning him to keep his distance. I can’t take his nearness right now. I’m not strong enough yet. Jasper stops in his tracks. His beautiful and tired eyes are glossed over with what appears to be confusion and a touch of sadness.


“You look beautiful,” he whispers.


There’s passion in his voice that sends vibrations through my soul. But I can’t give in to the force that draws me to Jasper. Suddenly, I’m appropriately angry that he could say that to me after all this time. How could he say that? 


“You never told me what you’re doing here.” My tone is sharp enough to cut him to pieces.


His eyebrows flash up like he’s just realized something. “I hurt you. I’m sorry.”


I shake my head defiantly. I cannot let Jasper Blackstone trap me again. His sister tried to warn me about him, but I didn’t listen. I thought my heart was made of steel, but alas, it’s flesh and blood, so easily smashed and ripped to shreds.


“I don’t see how we have anything else to say to each other,” I say, hoping to sound convincing. I didn’t, though. I know I didn’t.


“I came to see you. I’ve missed you.” His voice is a desperate whisper.
I can feel his body reaching out to me as he reads my resolve. In the space between us, I visualize our souls embracing, kissing, remembering how it feels to be in each other’s arms.