Page 160 of In Love After Office Hours

So fuck off.

If Acheron weren't so damn sure such a letter would also cause Pippi to break up with him, he would already have Charlie print it for his signature.

Wickham's amusement grew at the billionaire's visible frustration.Good for you, Ms. Jones. Keep this one on his toes so he wouldn't have any time left for the other girl.

Acheron waited until the older man had left his office before taking his phone out to send Pippi a message.

Acheron:Do you have time to meet for lunch, mikrí mou?

Pippi:No.

Fuck.Pippi becoming monosyllabic was never a good sign, and his fingers paused mid-air as he considered the best way to broach the topic about Amelia.

Acheron:Have you watched the news lately?

Pippi:Is that your way of asking whether I know about Amelia?

Acheron:It's my way of reminding you that the press makes money from spinning lies.

Pippi:They think you're getting back with your ex.

Acheron:I'm not. And they're only saying that because they don't know about us.

Pippi: ...

Acheron:You are my woman now, Pippilotta Jones.

A full minute passed, and yet his phone remained frustratingly silent.

Twenty-One

"KALIMERA, MIKRÍ MOU."

Acheron's husky voice as he woke her, the toe-curling kiss that followed right after, and even the way his strong arms clasped her body as he rolled Pippi on her back...

It had only beenfourdays since she had started sleeping in Acheron's bed, but everything was so devastatingly familiar now.Four days, Pippi thought drowsily just before succumbing to the billionaire's passion, and yet so much of her life - so much ofherselfeven-had changed.

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