Billionaires In Love (Vol. 2): 5 Books Billionaire Romance Bundle by Glenna Sinclair Page A

Xander’s voice was so different from the man I’d been getting to know over the past week or so. I could see anger rushing over my father’s face, anger mixed with something that was a lot like hatred. I didn’t understand. If I was going to marry this man…
    “Why was there a restraining order?”
    Everyone turned to look at me, as though they’d forgotten I was in the room. My father almost smiled. My mom seemed a little chagrined. And Xander…the color drained from his face.
    “Because he wouldn’t leave you alone,” my father announced.
    “I was trying to convince her to come back to me.”
    “You were harassing her!”
    “I was romancing her.”
    My father laughed, the sound bitter and darker than anything I’d ever heard come out of his mouth before. “You waited for her outside her place of work every day for two weeks. And then you parked outside her apartment and chased her into the building when she wouldn’t talk to you, breaking the glass on the security door when she managed to get away from you.”
    None of this rang a bell for me. Yet, I could see from the look on Xander’s face that there was truth to it.
    I may not remember him, but he had a surprisingly expressive face. And that face was telling me there was some truth to what my father was saying.
    “You didn’t want to have anything to do with him, Harley,” my father said. “You wanted to finish your obligation to that art project, and then you were coming home. Your mother already had your bedroom all fixed up back at the house.”
    I looked at my mom, and she nodded. “You were coming home at the end of the month.”
    “I don’t understand,” I said again. “Why did we break up?”
    I remembered our engagement, remembered lying in bed with him talking about the children we would have one day. He said a baseball team would be fine with him and I objected, insisting that two was a perfect number. I remembered that. And all the pictures he’d shown me…we seemed so happy in them all. We were always laughing, always smiling at each other. His arm was always around my shoulder, my waist, or his fingers intertwined with mine. I must have loved him.
    Why would I leave him?
    “He lied to you,” my mom said softly.
    “That’s not it,” Xander said, crossing the room. However, my father grabbed his arm before he could come within six feet of me.
    “Don’t touch her!”
    Xander shoved my father’s shoulder. “This is my house. How dare you come in here and tell me how to behave with my fiancée!”
    “She’s my daughter!”
    They were seconds from blows. Xander’s hands were both balled into fists, my father’s hand still clamped on his arm. They were doing that thing that guys do when they’re trying to prove which is the dominate one, standing nose to nose, glaring at each other and waiting for the other to make the first move.
    I could just see it. My father thought he was pretty tough, but Xander would flatten him with a single blow.
    “Stop it!”
    They both turned and looked at me, both looking a little ashamed of themselves. Xander stepped back, the anger immediately washing from his stance. He held up his hands to show that he meant no one any harm. My father, on the other hand, remained tense, his shoulders so tight I thought for a minute he might go after Xander and knock him out. But then my mother was at his side, whispering something in his ear.
    “We should go,” my father said a moment later. “I’d like to get to the hotel before things get too crowded at the front desk.”
    Xander backed away again. He buried his hands in the front of jeans again, standing back against the arch that led out into the entryway. He was watching me, his dark blue eyes intense. I was so confused; I wasn’t sure what to think. Yet, instinctively, I knew I couldn’t just go back to my life as if the last three years hadn’t happened. And if I was going to remember my life, I was going to have to stay with the one person