She knew he loved Valerie, yet Terri still conspired with his grandfather to exchange marriages for money.
Any past fondness or affection Blayne had for Terri had long since turned to resentment because of what she had done.
She deserved whatever situation she found herself in now.
Terri felt a dull ache in her chest at his mocking tone.
Her gaze flickered to the object hidden beneath the blanket, and shame burned through her as she instinctively moved to shut the door. “I’m tired. I want to rest.”
Blayne made no move to step back. Instead, he lifted his foot, blocking the door from closing.
With his superior strength, he pushed the door open with ease—finally taking in the full sight of Terri.
She had gotten up in a hurry, wearing only a pair of shorts.
In her rush to get up, she had only put on a pair of shorts. Her legs were slender, fair, and soft—impossibly alluring.
As he took in her appearance, his gaze grew darker and more intense.
Terri had no idea why he had come here so late at night.
But under his unrestrained stare, she instinctively stepped back.
She barely took two steps before her body was suddenly lifted off the floor.