Feisty Princess (Sexy Manhattan Fairytale #2) (12 page)

“Okay. I have to find Margo and make sure she’s still on the same page. I just pissed her off. I have to make sure she’s okay.”

Jack nods. “She actually just passed by here. She was on her phone. You better go find her in case she was arranging a flight back to New York.”

“Shit. All right. I’ll see you two in a bit,” I tell them before I rush off in search of Margo.

Panic sets in. I can’t allow her to leave here mad at me. I need to find her and apologize.

That last thought stops me dead in my tracks. When in the fuck did I start having the urge to tell someone I was sorry? I’m Alexander King. I’m not supposed to be sorry for anything I do, but this time I am. I don’t like the idea of hurting Margo in any way.

It’s not until I walk down to the beach that I find her. She’s staring out at the sea while the waves crash around her ankles.

I step up beside her and notice the tears streaming down her face. While I know it was shitty to keep something like that from her, I never took Margo for one who would cry over it.

It makes me feel bad that I hurt her like that.

I swallow hard. “I knew I should’ve told you that I proposed to Jess—”

“I don’t give a shit about what you did in your past. I walked away because I’m tired of you thinking you can just use my body any time you feel like it. Don’t you ever use fucking me as leverage again.”

“Margo, that was just a threat to prove to her how serious I am about you.”

“Whatever. Just don’t do it again.”

That’s a reasonable request. “Okay. I won’t.”

I figured that would make the tears stop, but they continue to flow down her face. It worries me, so I put my arm around her shoulders. “I said I wouldn’t do it again. You can stop crying now.”

She shakes her head and her lips pull into a tight line. “That’s not it.”

I give her shoulders a little squeeze. “What is it then? Tell me. Maybe I can make whatever it is better.”

“Not this,” she whispers. “My dad’s dead.”

My eyes widen. “What? How?”

“Heart attack,” she says simply. “My father’s attorney just called me. Apparently, I have to sign some paperwork making me the new head of Buchanan Industries immediately.”

I wrap her in my arms and comfort her the best way I know how. “I’m so sorry, Margo. I know he meant a great deal to you. We’ll leave as soon as you need to.”

She sobs into my chest as I stroke her hair, attempting to soothe her pain. It kills me to see her cry like this because I’ve lost a parent, too. It hurts like a motherfucker.

I wish I can do more, but no matter how much money I have, it won’t bring her dad back. I wish it would though because I would’ve brought mine back a long time ago.

It’s hard for me to even wrap my head around the fact that her father is dead.

My mind races through all the things that Dan Buchanan dying means to the deal I was about to strike with him for his company. My heart does a double thump in my ribs when one piece of the Buchanan puzzle pops into place. Since we’re legally married, I now have rights to Buchanan Industries just as she has rights to King Corporation.

This fucking changes everything.

END PART TWO

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