The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 2 (The Corskovi Dynasty) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Ann King
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the heat of passion to Andre, the man who was supposed to give her away. Hannah’s emotions seemed so out of control right now. Her mind swirled with all
kinds of horrible thoughts and scenarios. She racked her brain trying to
remember any guys that she’d turn down from dating in the past. Not many asked
her out but there were a few. The wrong types of course. Or at least none that
she thought were serious about her…the ones who were only interested in getting
inside her panties instead of inside
her heart.
She
quivered uncontrollably. It was as if the chilling action of whoever was doing
this to her bore through her entire body.
Talk
about adding insult to injury. It wasn’t as if she were a popular kid in
school. She’d kept to herself most of the time.
The
door knocked and Hannah jumped.
“Don’t
be nervous my dear, it’s only room service.” Andre’s cool voice sent another
chill down her spine. He offered her a box of tissues that lay on his side
table then walked over to the door.
Hannah
grabbed a few tissues from the box and dabbed her face before blowing her nose.
She knew she must look like hell. Like a raccoon for sure since her mascara
wasn’t the expensive non-drip kind. She peeked in the mirror on the wall by the
fireplace and continued to dab her face to appear more presentable—not
like a weak ass crybaby. Okay, so she got a bit emotional at times but Hannah
had been through a lot of shit in her life and she wasn’t about to cave in that
easy.
The
only thing she had on her mind right now was Andre.
Sexy,
tall, powerful Andre.
Why was
he being such a jerk about this? Even though he was in a fucked up mood right
now, he was so irresistibly fine! She watched his firm ass move as he made his
way over to the door. She admired his smooth steps with one hand in his pocket,
his tall six foot three frame and dark shiny hair.
Her
defenses began to melt again.
She
should be pissed off at him right now but somehow she wasn’t. What the hell
kind of magic effect did this gorgeous, sinfully sexy man have over her?
Hannah
tried to see it from his point of view but she just couldn’t grasp it right
now. Somebody was going through a crap load of trouble to make her look bad.
And it was working like a bitch! Speaking of bitch, she wasn’t very popular
with the snobby girls in her classes, either. Like the cliques who thought they
were better than anyone else and made it a point to humiliate anyone who wasn’t
wearing the latest tags. They’d always gossip about her and make up stuff that
she must be a lesbian or something. She thought they were so psychotic and had
way too much time on their hands. They were rich girls for sure but would they
have the time of day to screw with her life after high school? Were they behind
this crazy surveillance? No. It couldn’t be. It just didn’t make any sense. She
had always tried to avoid them like the plague.
So who
else could it be? Gustav? His wife? Lance?
Lance?
The
name suddenly popped into her mind. How could she have forgotten? He was the
captain of the high school football team. A jock and a male whore who boasted
about how many girls he’d managed to screw by graduation time. Of course,
Hannah wasn’t one of them. He’d tried to ask her out in secret but she turned
him down. Did he have an agenda to fuck with her after that—since he
couldn’t actually fuck her? His male ego had taken a tumble from the first
girl, Hannah, that actually turned him down flat. And
she wasn’t even the prettiest girl in school. Okay, that must have screwed with
his macho mind. He had issues for sure—everyone knew that but Hannah just
wasn’t sure if he was behind all of this.
Shit! Hanna felt as if she were
turning into some sort of paranoid princess. That was the last thing she
needed.
“Million
dollars for your thoughts, Hannah,” Andre’s cool, smooth voice penetrated her
thoughts as the butler moved the meal cart into the dining area by
the heat of passion to Andre, the man who was supposed to give her away. Hannah’s emotions seemed so out of control right now. Her mind swirled with all
kinds of horrible thoughts and scenarios. She racked her brain trying to
remember any guys that she’d turn down from dating in the past. Not many asked
her out but there were a few. The wrong types of course. Or at least none that
she thought were serious about her…the ones who were only interested in getting
inside her panties instead of inside
her heart.
She
quivered uncontrollably. It was as if the chilling action of whoever was doing
this to her bore through her entire body.
Talk
about adding insult to injury. It wasn’t as if she were a popular kid in
school. She’d kept to herself most of the time.
The
door knocked and Hannah jumped.
“Don’t
be nervous my dear, it’s only room service.” Andre’s cool voice sent another
chill down her spine. He offered her a box of tissues that lay on his side
table then walked over to the door.
Hannah
grabbed a few tissues from the box and dabbed her face before blowing her nose.
She knew she must look like hell. Like a raccoon for sure since her mascara
wasn’t the expensive non-drip kind. She peeked in the mirror on the wall by the
fireplace and continued to dab her face to appear more presentable—not
like a weak ass crybaby. Okay, so she got a bit emotional at times but Hannah
had been through a lot of shit in her life and she wasn’t about to cave in that
easy.
The
only thing she had on her mind right now was Andre.
Sexy,
tall, powerful Andre.
Why was
he being such a jerk about this? Even though he was in a fucked up mood right
now, he was so irresistibly fine! She watched his firm ass move as he made his
way over to the door. She admired his smooth steps with one hand in his pocket,
his tall six foot three frame and dark shiny hair.
Her
defenses began to melt again.
She
should be pissed off at him right now but somehow she wasn’t. What the hell
kind of magic effect did this gorgeous, sinfully sexy man have over her?
Hannah
tried to see it from his point of view but she just couldn’t grasp it right
now. Somebody was going through a crap load of trouble to make her look bad.
And it was working like a bitch! Speaking of bitch, she wasn’t very popular
with the snobby girls in her classes, either. Like the cliques who thought they
were better than anyone else and made it a point to humiliate anyone who wasn’t
wearing the latest tags. They’d always gossip about her and make up stuff that
she must be a lesbian or something. She thought they were so psychotic and had
way too much time on their hands. They were rich girls for sure but would they
have the time of day to screw with her life after high school? Were they behind
this crazy surveillance? No. It couldn’t be. It just didn’t make any sense. She
had always tried to avoid them like the plague.
So who
else could it be? Gustav? His wife? Lance?
Lance?
The
name suddenly popped into her mind. How could she have forgotten? He was the
captain of the high school football team. A jock and a male whore who boasted
about how many girls he’d managed to screw by graduation time. Of course,
Hannah wasn’t one of them. He’d tried to ask her out in secret but she turned
him down. Did he have an agenda to fuck with her after that—since he
couldn’t actually fuck her? His male ego had taken a tumble from the first
girl, Hannah, that actually turned him down flat. And
she wasn’t even the prettiest girl in school. Okay, that must have screwed with
his macho mind. He had issues for sure—everyone knew that but Hannah just
wasn’t sure if he was behind all of this.
Shit! Hanna felt as if she were
turning into some sort of paranoid princess. That was the last thing she
needed.
“Million
dollars for your thoughts, Hannah,” Andre’s cool, smooth voice penetrated her
thoughts as the butler moved the meal cart into the dining area by