His Ring Is Not Enough. Maisey Yates

from her body. “Of course not. Of course. None of this really has anything to do with me personally, does it?”

      “I’m glad you have such a good grasp on the situation.”

      “I don’t, Ajax, not even close. What, if you’ll excuse me, in hell do you want from me? Do you want me to just hang out for the next five years, living in your house, and then go on my merry way like none of this ever happened?”

      “Clearly that cannot happen,” he said.

      “Clearly?”

      “I would not disrespect you that way.”

      “Oh, honey, after all the crap you said to me last night, you’re saying you don’t want to disrespect me?”

      “I was angry.”

      “Great. So was I. So am I.”

      “I apologized.”

      “An apology isn’t a magic healing potion, it’s just a bandage. It covered up some of my pique nicely, but it’s hardly healed.”

      “Well,” he said, shifting his weight to the balls of his feet, “perhaps we can set it aside in the interest of figuring out what it is we need to do?”

      “All right,” she said.

      “We’re married, and we really had no other choice, all things considered.”

      “Yes.”

      “And we have to stay married for at least five years.”

      “Uh-huh,” she said.

      “And I planned on marrying into your family. On keeping Holt in your family. I want to be married. I would like to have children. A real marriage suits me.”

      “Oh, indeed?”

      “Yes. I wanted a wife. A wife was always my end goal.”

      “Except she was tall, blond, a size four and named Rachel?”

      “Yes,” he said, teeth gritted. “But in the end, what difference does it make?”

      “Is that really how you feel? Do I matter that little... Does she?”

      “It isn’t you, Leah. I have had a plan for my life from the moment I left my father’s house. I planned to work my way up, and I did. To make a new start for myself with nothing but hard work, honesty. To never, ever set foot back on the path I was born to walk. And I have done that. I met your family, and your father and mother made me feel welcomed. Like a son. And then there was Rachel. Everything fit. It all seemed perfect. I knew the first time I saw her she was my end goal. That she would be my wife. She is the first part of my plan that has dared not to fall into place.”

      “Yes, well, that’s because she’s a woman and not a business venture.”

      “But we would have been perfect,” he said.

      “No, Ajax, you wouldn’t have been. You would have been fine, but not perfect. Because she’s not perfect. You certainly aren’t.”

      “But it made sense,” he said. “In my head...in my head she made everything fall into place.”

      “She’s not a business venture, and she’s not an ideal, either.”

      He rubbed his temples with his fingertips. “I know that.”

      “Well, you don’t seem to. You talk like marriage to her was your end goal and then...and then what? It would just be perfect? Your life would suddenly be perfect?”

      “I can’t... It’s hard to... I’ve been working, Leah, so hard, all of my life. I came to your family’s home, and your parents treated me more like a son than an employee. They took me in, gave me focus and purpose. Your father set me on this path. He taught me things, taught me how to be a man, to be strong. He gave me goals. He sent me to school. I have been walking that path he set me on, tirelessly, never looking away from the goal, from the end.”

      “To where you would make Holt continue on for him. Where you would be part of our family.”

      “I’ve been walking for a long time,” he said.

      “And then you reach the end and you rest?”

      “And then maybe I don’t have to work so hard to stay in control all the damn time because I’ll have arrived at a more stable point,” he bit out. “My...everything would be in place.”

      Because things weren’t now. He’d made money, obtained power and connections. He’d used all of the resources at his disposal to bring down his father’s drug and human trafficking ring. And he still couldn’t rest. He still didn’t feel he could stop working. Stop trying to distance himself from his past.

      From all he had done.

      “Why do you need to hang on to control so tightly, Ajax?” she asked, her eyes filled with...sympathy. Pity. If she knew who she was talking to, if she knew the beast that lived inside him, she wouldn’t look at him like that.

      He stood and started to pace the room. “It’s nothing. This is nothing. It can still be fixed.”

      Leah studied him, noticed the tension in his jaw, in the lines of his body. He was uncomfortable, and thrown off. And she had to take into account that he could very well be heartbroken.

      He said he loved Rachel. But for the first time she wondered. Wondered if he’d ever known her really, or if she’d just been symbolic for him.

      “I have a plan, Leah,” he said.

      She crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “Oh, good. Let’s hear it.”

      He stopped moving, his hands locked behind his back. “First, we must show a united front. I am taking over a massive corporation here, changing the layout in some respects. We need to show solidarity—I will not appear weak.”

      “No, you wouldn’t.” She couldn’t imagine him appearing weak anyway.

      “And I will not be seen as a man forced into this situation.”

      “Pride is a beautiful thing. At least I think it is. I don’t know that I have any left.”

      “I find myself in short supply, as well.” His expression turned fierce. “And I will turn my focus to helping mass produce Leah’s Lollies products, as soon as time allows.”

      She ignored the leap her heart took and looked down at her fingernails. “Payment for services rendered?”

      He looked stricken for a moment, and his face paled. Then, as soon as the reaction occurred, he covered it again. “This is not that sort of arrangement. You are my wife. Not a woman I have purchased.”

      “And how long will I be your wife?” That was the one bit left undiscussed. Undecided. Would she be his wife on paper, or in reality.

      “I made vows,” he said. “I intend to honor them. Do you?”

      “In what regard?”

      “In all regards. What’s the sense in divorce when this union could serve us both?”

      “We’re missing the love bit.”

      “You don’t strike me as the kind of woman who’s overly romantic.”

      He was right. Now. It hadn’t always been true. But over time...over time all that sunny optimism had bled from her, an open vein that had truly begun the hemorrhage the moment she’d first seen Rachel standing by Ajax. The perfect couple, so beautiful, so poised. The embodiment of her heartbreak.

      “I’m not especially. But what do I get out of this, Ajax? Beyond a husband who is bitter toward me and will think of other women if we ever make love?”

      He looked her over, slowly, and something changed in his eyes, heat sparking in their dark depths. Heat that lit an answering fire in her stomach.