her hand solidly connected with the Greek woman's face before Pandora fell to the ground sobbing as she held her face. Without another word, the emerald eyed beauty turned and ran to the bathroom where she slammed the door shut.
Gillian's lovely frame instantly slid down the closed door as she began to uncontrollably sob. Damn John Kenric! How dare he make a fool out of her? She had begun to care for the Brit and his brother and had even felt her frozen heart begin to thaw. Her body trembled as the tears soaked her porcelain face. Gillian's chest throbbed even more as visions of John and the Greek woman intimately together clouded her thoughts. The billionaire had pretended like she was something special so he could get the book and sleep with her. As much as she hated it, now she knew the truth. Gillian had been conflicted with leaving John, but now, she had no choice. She would not stay and play second fiddle to Pandora or any woman for that reason! Letting out a shaky sigh, Gillian viciously wiped at her eyes and stood up. She needed to get a shower and get dressed so she could get the hell out of here and never look back!
Outside the bathroom, a whimpering Pandora held her hand to her cheek as she slowly stood up. She opened and closed her mouth as she tried to fight off the stars that danced before her eyes. The damn American had slapped her so hard across the face that Pandora had nearly passed out. The bitch would pay for that, among other things. Truth was Pandora had been livid to learn that Gillian had spent the night in John's bed. The Greek woman had been with the British billionaire for years, and he had never allowed her in his own personal suite, let alone his bed. Pandora was not lying when she had told Gillian that she had seen John that morning, but it was not what the Greek woman had painted. She had approached John, and he had refused to talk to her. Not only that, the gorgeous Brit had physically pushed Pandora aside and told her that she had an hour to leave his home and never come back. Pandora had begged and pleaded with John not to end the relationship, but he had simply ordered Luther to take her to her own personal suite to pack. Wanting the American bitch to feel what Pandora was feeling, the Greek woman had snuck out of her suite to find Gillian. Pandora had loved the pain and humiliation she had seen in Gillian's eyes! The stupid bitch was ruining the Greek woman's life, so Pandora was going to see to it that she returned the favor. Hearing the American woman's sobs from behind the bathroom door had a cruel smile crossing Pandora's full, red lips. Let that fucking whore cry! If she couldn't have John, then neither could the American!
An hour later, Gillian walked out of the bathroom dressed in the clothes that Stewart had provided. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she had applied no makeup. Slipping her dainty feet into the grey, canvas shoes, Gillian quickly made her way out of the British man's suite. She took a deep breath and fought back the tears as she passed servants in the hallway and made her way down the corridors and stairs. Her whole body ached with the knowledge of John sleeping with Pandora. She knew the Brit was not her man, but she felt so betrayed by his actions. Even though their time had been brief, she had found herself falling for John. His assertiveness and dominance had been so refreshing, and he had spoken his mind freely. There had been no pretense with John, and although Gillian knew she was attractive, John and Patrick had made her feel beautiful. Even now, she didn't want to confront John on her way out for fear that her body would betray her. Gillian secretly hoped that since she had given him the book, no one would mind if she simply snuck out and never returned.
When she reached the bottom of the steps and made her way into the grand hall, she was deep in thought. She was so deep, in fact, that she didn't see John quickly approaching her from the side of the room.
Once the Brit reached her, he immediately wrapped her in his arms and crushed his