Page 123 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

I’ve survived being left at the altar. I can survive this too.

But as I catch sight of my flushed face in the mirror, eyes still bright from our encounter, I wonder if I’m only fooling myself.

Because the truth is, somewhere between Vegas and now, between contract clauses and heated arguments, between taking care of him during his fever and being bent over his desk...

I’ve fallen for my temporary husband. I’m not even going to try denying it anymore.

And yes, losing him is going to hurt.

Badly.

I’ll survive. I’ll have to.

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Dominic

She sleeps in my bed for the first time in a while. Tatiana’s body curls against mine, her breathing deep and even, one arm draped lazily across my chest. Last night was intense. The way she provoked me during that call, the way I responded. The desk. The spanking. Her gasps as she came undone beneath me.

But it’s the fact that she stayed afterward that feels dangerous. Usually she retreats to her guest suite immediately after sex, maintaining that crucial distance between us. Not last night. Last night after dinner, she came to my room, and we fucked again.

And again.

And again.

Finally, she fell asleep in my arms, and I let her.

I stare at the ceiling, acutely aware of the warmth of her body against mine. Two days. That’s all we have left of this arrangement, and then we go our separate ways. The annulment papers are already drafted, sitting in Arthur Sterling’s office, waiting for signatures. I’m just waiting for the resort deal to go through, then we can sign them.

But why does the thought of signing the annulment make my chest tighten in a way that has nothing to do with my lingering cough?

You’ve fallen for her,a voice in my head whispers. I silence it immediately.

Falling foranyoneis not an option.

Not with my history.

Not with the mess my life has become.

And certainly not with a woman who deserves someone whole, someone undamaged. The memory of that night long ago flashes through my mind, and I tremble like a child.

I carefully extract myself from Tatiana’s embrace, watching as she shifts slightly but doesn’t wake. Her blonde hair fans across my pillow, her face peaceful in sleep.

Something inside me twists at the sight.

Fuck. This is getting complicated.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand. I grab it quickly before the noise can wake her, and then I slip out of the bedroom.

Nico’s name flashes on the screen. My stomach drops.

“What do you want?” I answer, keeping my voice low as I close the bedroom door behind me.

“Good morning to you too, big brother.” His voice carries that familiar edge, the one that’s been there since that night. “Did I interrupt something?”

“It’s 6:30 in the morning, Nico,” I say, moving toward the kitchen. “What do you want?” I repeat.

“We need to talk. In person.”

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