Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,21

I have enough money to get back to London. I certainly don’t want to hang out with someone who’s so stressed out that they’re going to act like a kill-joy.”

I watched him roll his tongue over his teeth behind his tight lips. “So, that’s that, then?”

“I guess so.”

“A divorce, and you’re going to take half the company, I’m sure?”

I looked at him with wide eyes. “I’ll take ninety percent.”

I could see the smile he’d been trying to hide since the mocking started. “All over a fight about my phone habits?”

“The sex sucks too,” I said.

Jim closed his eyes and worked to keep his smile away. I was cooling it because people were starting to take notice of us.

“The sex sucks?” he questioned much louder than I expected.

I glanced around, smiling uncomfortably. “Just drop it.”

“How can I drop something that you were begging me for last night?”

Fuck. Jim, I mouthed with a smile of disbelief. “We’re done here.” I tried to diffuse him, though trying not to laugh now.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he continued. “That’s not the real issue here is it?”

“The real issue is, you’re causing a scene,” I said, eying the people sitting on the terrace with surprised eyes trying to conceal their own laughter and smiles.

“I disagree. You see, the real issue is that we’re on our honeymoon, and you just declared that sex with me sucks.”

Damn this guy. “The sex is nonexistent,” I went for broke.

“Nonexistent?” He bit the inside of his cheek. “Well, it’s not my fault you have had a goddamn headache since our wedding night.”

“Hey, I told you not to take all that fucking Viagra, but I guess your performance issues got the best of you that night.”

Jim licked his lips and that dark look—the one that made him look like a frightening badass, and one I never wanted to be on the other end of if he meant it—was back. “Well, if I hadn’t found out you were screwing my brother, maybe I wouldn’t have tried to overdose on his Viagra.”

“Screwing your brother?” I laughed and couldn’t keep this up anymore. “Can we eat something?”

“Not until you admit right here and now that I don’t have performance issues, my darling bride.”

“I think you have psychological issues,” I said. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

I walked past Jim, knowing lunch was definitely not going to happen at that place. Jim’s heavy steps were behind me, and I couldn’t help but burst into laughter and turn back to him.

“Hopefully you’re not too upset with me,” he said with a laugh of his own.

“I’m definitely taking half of your damn business, my darling husband, if you don’t make up for the lunch you just shot to hell.”

“Performance issues, eh?”

I planted my hands on my hips. “That one seems to have stuck with you. Is there a performance problem, Jim?” I teased.

“First of all,” he said, his hand catching mine and pulling me against him. “Going back to what started our roleplaying; I’m not upset, but I’m sorry I let those tourists piss me off. I get annoyed easily toward rude individuals who selfishly push others around. You almost fell into the stream when that asshole shoved you.”

“I can swim.” I smiled up at his softer features. “Your phone problems? The company going to hell in less than three seconds? What’s your reasoning for being obviously pissed about that?”

He grinned. “At first, I was responding with irritation because I do feel that way.”

“And the reason you led me to believe I was ready to get my ass back to London?”

“That was all you.” He smirked. “Talking about my business going south without the phone? I was merely riding on the fact that you were bringing up an excellent point. I’m too attached to all of it.” He released my hand. “Then, the next thing I know, you’re done and ready to bail on me.”

“Your pissed-off expression helped motivate my bailing on your ass.”

He stepped closer to me. “If I were angry with you,” he swept my hair away from my neck, and my eyes couldn’t leave his if I let them, “you would know.”

Our closeness, his eyes, and the way his voice was so smooth when he lowered it? I felt my adrenaline spike in an exciting way. He was painfully beautiful and he held an expression that made me numb everywhere, except for between my legs. That part of my body was reacting with anticipation for more and feeding that hunger right to my