The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake: Billionaires and Bridesmaids 4 by Jessica Clare Page B

angry finger. “No condom! No nothing! Just two pumps and you were at the finish line.”
    He flinched. Okay, that was low even for him, and he’d had a lot of low moments in the last two years. “That bad?”
    “Yes! And then when you saw me again, you had the gall to ask if it was even yours?” Her small finger stabbed into his chest again. “Did you even stop to notice I was a virgin?”
    Oh, god. This just got worse and worse. Looking down at her angry face, he felt . . . ashamed. He’d never even bothered to wonder if quiet, unnoticeable Greer had been a virgin that night or not. He’d just assumed when she didn’t point it out . . .
    Well, fuck. “I didn’t know, Greer.”
    “That much was obvious when you asked me if it was your baby. As if I’d leap off your terrible, limp dick right onto another?” She spat the words at him. “You knew me, Asher. You knew me all through college. We’ve met every week for the last few years. Did I ever date? Did I ever have a string of men waiting to go out with me?”
    “You were waiting for me, weren’t you?” It hurt to say the words. Hurt his fucking goddamn black heart. He could have had such a good thing and he’d fucked it up.
    Her rage seemed to break, and she took in a deep, steadying breath. Her eyes seemed shiny, and Asher realized with a sick feeling in his stomach that she was on the verge of tears. “I’ve only ever loved one person, Asher. And he never noticed I existed until the moment he took everything I had to offer and threw it away.”
    “I’m sorry, Greer. I’m so fucking sorry.”
    She angrily swiped at one cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “You hurt me. You really, really hurt me that night. You used me and never even stopped to realize it was me. You never saw me, just like everyone else.”
    Each word was like a dagger in his chest. “I was a stupid, drunk fuck.”
    “Yes, you were.”
    His hands went to her shoulders. He wanted to pull her against him and hug her to his chest so she could cry it out, but he knew she’d hate that. “I hurt you, and I’m sorry. I know you’ve cared for me in the past—”
    She pushed his hands away as if they were diseased. “That’s right. That’s in the past. What I had for you? It’s dead and gone. You killed it that night in the gardens. Now please, just leave me alone.”
    With those words ringing in his ears, she headed up the stairs and left him behind her.
    And for the second time in his life, Asher felt completely and utterly destroyed.
    ***
    He’d fucked up, and he’d fucked up bad.
    Asher left the Dutchman castle, sick at heart. He returned to his hotel, showered, headed off to the gym, and ran on the treadmill for two hours, trying to clear his head. When that didn’t work, he lifted weights and then swam in the pool. Nothing helped.
    He kept seeing Greer’s devastated face in front of him, haunting him.
What I had for you? It’s dead and gone. You killed it.
    He’d had a good thing and he’d pissed it away. Greer had been a friend to him through thick and thin. She’d given him the money he needed to save his business in his darkest hour. And what had he done? Taken her virginity, gave her the worst sex possible, and knocked her up.
    God, he was a shitty excuse for a human being.
    And to make things worse?
Now
he saw her. Now he wanted her. Now he couldn’t get Greer out of his mind. He’d lost everything that night, and he hadn’t even known he’d had her. The sense of regret was even keener than when he’d lost Donna. When Donna had betrayed him, it felt as if the world he’d known was ending. Coupled with the near-destruction of his business, and he’d been in a tailspin. Looking back, he’d perhaps been more upset over the loss of his business than Donna herself, who’d grown distant months before.
    But this? Losing Greer and finding out that she’d been the one who had his back all along? This was a gut punch. If he was less of a man, he’d return