Tied to the Billionaire(32)

“Hello, darling,” Henry greeted, bending down to give Elena a kiss on the cheek. “How’s my favourite niece?”

Elena chuckled. “That’d be your only niece, Uncle Henry,” she replied. “You’re home early.”

Henry nodded in agreement then turned to Charles. To his surprise, there was an amused glint in Henry’s eyes when their gazes locked.

“Charles,” Henry said, thrusting out his hand. They shook then Henry took a seat on the opposite side of the table.

“How was business?” Charles asked.

Henry waved away the question. “Forget about business. I’d like to know exactly what the hell is going on here.”

Elena’s panicked gaze shot to Charles and he straightened in his seat, wanting to reach out and comfort her.

“I…we…” Elena stuttered.

“Elena and I are seeing each other,” Charles stated clearly. There was no sense beating around the bush. Charles was delighted that he could now call Elena his partner and if she consented to the proposal he had planned, he would soon be able to call her his wife.

“I see.” Henry frowned then turned his astute gaze on Elena. “How do you feel about this development?”

Elena sighed then looked at Charles, her mouth curving up into a small smile. “I’m very happy about it actually. Charles and I are good together.”

“Well, it’s about damn time,” Henry said.

Elena gasped and stared at her uncle. Even Charles had to admit he was surprised. “You’re happy for us?” he asked.

Henry rolled his eyes. “I’ve known for years you two would be perfect for each other, I was just waiting for you to get your heads out of your asses and realise it too. So my plan worked then?”

“Your plan?” Charles questioned. He frowned, regarding the man he had come to know well over the past ten years. Then he started to clue in. “You didn’t have any business in New York, did you?”

“Of course not,” Henry replied. “I’ve been staying at the Carlton in town. Damned good breakfast they make there too.”

Charles threw his head back and laughed. “You conniving old sod.”

“So you’ve been here in Cannes the entire time.” Elena shook her head, her smile becoming wider.

“I’d been trying to think of a way to get you together,” Henry mused. “When Charles agreed to stay here for the week, it was the perfect opportunity. I know how much you love Cannes, Elena. I didn’t think you’d turn down the chance to spend a week here. So am I finally going to have the pleasure of your company more often?”

Elena turned to meet Charles’ gaze and her smile was bright, jubilant. “Yes,” she replied warmly. “I do believe you are.”





About the Author





Amy Armstrong is a Brit that loves chocolate, prosecco, and sunshine. She lives and breathes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but is also a fan of the classics and pretty much anything else she can get her hands on, including but not limited to contemporary romance, thrillers, horror, dark fantasy and young adult fiction.

Amy writes stories filled with heart, heat and passion. She loves to read about strong woman, but believes heroes come in all different shapes and sizes. She is happiest when writing or soaking up the sun with a pina colada in one hand and her kindle in the other. Her family and friends are an important part of her life and she loves meeting new people with similar interests. She is a full time, multi—published author and loves to hear from readers. She writes M/M romance under the pen name Lavinia Lewis.

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Dedication





Thank you to Eleanor for choosing my story for her anthology.



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Chapter One





“Be my wife,” Simon Allen said to the woman bound to his bed.

Hope Pattern bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. He pressed a finger on her clit, making it hard for her not to beg him to continue. She wanted him to give her the orgasm he’d been denying her. Simon had been tormenting her for the past few hours. Every single time he touched her, he only made her want him more.

She knew what he was trying to do. For the past few weeks he’d constantly asked her to be his wife and every time he asked she gave him the same answer. They’d been together for a year, but she refused to give in to his one final demand.

“No,” she said.

He glared at her before moving away from the bed. Hope lay back on the sheets, happy for the small reprieve on her body. He’d not done anything to hurt her. Simon was not the type of man to harm a woman, but a rest from the sexual teasing was a welcome break. She closed her eyes while taking deep breaths to calm her erratic heartbeat.