Chapter 316
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She raised her hands and pressed them against his chest to push him back. Gaston caught both wrists in one large hand and pinned her arms above her head against the wall. His free hand slid to her waist and slipped boldly beneath the hem of her silk blouse, his hot palm pressing flat against the bare skin of her stomach.
Jocelyn whimpered against his mouth. Her rational mind was instantly incinerated by the overwhelming heat of his body. She arched into his touch, surrendering completely.
Just as his hand moved higher, a sharp, obnoxious buzzing shattered the silence.
Jocelyn’s phone was vibrating in her skirt pocket.
Gaston let out a harsh, guttural curse and tore his mouth from hers. He pressed his forehead against hers, chest heaving, and reluctantly released her wrists.
Jocelyn’s legs were unsteady. She leaned against the wall, her face flushed crimson, and pulled her phone from her pocket with trembling fingers.
It was a string of voice memos from Bella.
She tapped play. Bella’s excited, high-pitched voice flooded the narrow entryway.
“Oh my god, Jocelyn! You will not believe what just leaked in the Hamptons gossip circles!” Bella screamed through the speaker. “Kieran sent you those massive red roses yesterday, right? Well, someone took a photo of them shoved head-first into Kieran’s own garbage can this morning! He is absolutely losing his mind p>
𝖫𝘢𝗍𝖾𝘀𝘵 𝖼𝗁𝖺p𝘁еr𝘀 𝗈𝗻
Jocelyn went still. The audio kept playing, but she had stopped hearing it.
She slowly lowered the phone and turned to look at Gaston.
He was leaning casually against the opposite wall, slowly and methodically adjusting his silver cufflinks.
The pieces fell into place. The sudden pollen allergy. The missing flowers. The garbage can in the Hamptons.
“You lied to me,” Jocelyn whispered, her eyes wide. “You threw them away p>
Gaston did not look embarrassed. He did not look guilty. He looked up and met her gaze with absolute, arrogant composure, one dark eyebrow raised.
“As your legally binding husband,” Gaston said, his voice a low, unapologetic drawl, “it is my absolute duty to dispose of the garbage sent by wild dogs sniffing around my wife p>
Jocelyn stared at him. She looked at this terrifying billionaire — a man who could crash the stock market with a single text — acting like a petty, jealous teenager.
The anger she had expected to feel never arrived.
Instead, a massive, disarming wave of affection swelled in her chest. It was the most ridiculous, possessive thing anyone had ever done for her.
Jocelyn couldn’t hold it back. She let out a soft, genuine laugh, stepped away from the wall, and walked straight to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rose onto her tiptoes, and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his lips.
“You are absolutely crazy when you are jealous,” Jocelyn whispered against his mouth. “But it is incredibly cute p>
The dark fire in Gaston’s eyes roared instantly back to life.
He didn’t say another word. He bent down, scooped her up over his broad shoulder, and strode purposefully toward the master bedroom.
“You are not sleeping tonight, Mrs. Collins,” Gaston promised darkly.
Monday morning hit Manhattan with its usual chaotic surge of yellow cabs and hurried pedestrians.