Pollyanna and the Greek Billionaire (Innocent and Betrayed) by Marian Tee

hurriedly looking away and diving into the practice pool.
    Looking back at Polly, he asked with deceptive casualness, “You’re certain you can do this then? You’ll be twenty feet underwater, and the pressure can be disconcerting. You won’t be able to hear anyone inside your suit, and you might find yourself struggling to breathe.”
    But Polly only laughed, saying, “I know what you’re doing. You want me to back down so you’re going to say I’m acting like a kid?” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Not gonna happen, Master Kyr.”
    Idiot. His lips compressed. Stupid, naïve, goddamn idiot. He was jealous, dammit, and was too proud to admit it. Couldn’t she see that?
    But because he valued his pride, Kyr forced himself to grit between clenched teeth, “Have fun, then.”
    Settling down on one of the lounge seats, he watched Pollyanna walk towards Chris. Weren’t her hips swaying too prominently? He remembered how it was one of her favorite ways of seducing other men, remembered how she would laughingly admit to him that she did it just because she liked seeing him jealous.
    And he had let her do it, Kyr thought with grim self-loathing, because back then he had allowed love to turn him into a wimp.
    Jaw tight, he forced himself to stay there and watch Chris and Pollyanna talk. He wanted to punch the younger man every time Chris touched her, never mind if it was necessary. He wanted to haul Polly back to his side every time she smiled and laughed at whatever the jerk said. She was supposed to find him – only him – funny, dammit.
    A sultry brunette in a bikini blocked his view suddenly. His first instinct was to roar at her to get out of his way, but he managed to control himself. If Pollyanna could have fun with Chris, then there shouldn’t be anything wrong for him to have fun with other women, was there?
    And so he did.
    The hours passed, and Kyr deliberately kept his attention on the women around him. They had come flocking to him as soon as they realized he wasn’t going to turn anyone away, and soon it was almost like he was ruling his own harem.
    Not once had he allowed his gaze to stray towards where Pollyanna was, even though he kept her figure in the periphery of his vision. He knew the moment she resurfaced, the moment she went back down diving. And he heard her goddamn sweet laugh. He was furious at her for laughing, but he was even more furious with himself for being so unreasonable about it.
    As for the women, all of them grated on his nerves, and it took all of Kyr’s patience not to have security remove them from his sight.  
    He was disgusted at the way all of them seemed to compete with each other. Why couldn’t they be more like Pollyanna? Her naïve assumption that everyone was destined to be her friend was dangerous, but it wasn’t irritating.
    At the four-hour mark, Kyr could no longer take it, and he stood up, excusing himself abruptly. If he spent one more second with those airheads, he was certain he would end up killing them.  
    As he walked away, he was stunned to hear a familiar voice calling out to him. He turned, and it was Polly.
    “What is it?” he demanded, not liking the seemingly desperate way she had rushed out of the pool and practically ran to him. “Did Chris do anything to you?”  
    Chris, who had been about to join them, immediately beat a hasty exit at the billionaire’s words. Used to being the object of hatred of jealous boyfriends, he knew when to make himself scarce. But he was grinning as he hurried to the employees’ quarters, thinking, who would have imagined that Master Kyr would end up falling for someone like Polly?  
    Pollyanna was already shaking her head even before he finished speaking. But instead of answering him, she said in a small voice, “I’m sorry you were bored waiting for me to finish my lesson.”  
    Kyr was stunned.  
    “If you’re going somewhere else, maybe I could go with you instead? I don’t really need the