Page 139 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

I nod. “We did.”

She looks back out the window and says, quietly: “So one day. And what then?”

She still wants an answer.

But I can’t give her one.

I don’t know why.

Actually, I do. It’s because of Nico. And... I’m conflicted as hell. Should I just tell him to fuck off now that the deal is signed? I could, but... I can’t. I owe him.

I hurt him enough.

But do I really want to hurt Tatiana?

“We’ll talk about it later,” I tell her abruptly.

A pained emotion overcomes her features before she masks it. “Okay. Later.”

She moves toward the door but pauses with her hand on the handle. “Dom?”

“Yes?”

“Last night... what you said...” She takes a breath. “Did you mean it?”

Last night still feels like years ago. Her in my arms. My stupid, honest confessions about her breaking through my defenses. About connections that can’t be denied.

“Yes,” I say simply. Because despite everything, it was true. She has found her way past every barrier. And I’ve never been more terrified.

She nods once, then leaves without another word. Her security detail is going to give her a ride back to Christopher’s office, so she can finish her workday.

I’m left alone in the boardroom, surrounded by the evidence of my success. Contract copies. Empty champagne glasses. Financial projections displayed on screens around the room.

One of the investors had asked me earlier how it felt to close a 1.5 billion dollar deal.

“It’s amazing,” I’d told him.

But it was a lie.

This victory, this culmination of months of work and stress and maneuvering, feels utterly empty.

Because tomorrow, I lose her.

And worse, I might be the one to drive her away.

I look out at the city sprawled below me.

All this power. All this wealth. And I’ve never felt more trapped.

I’ve won the battle.

Closed the deal.

Secured my investors.

But as I stand here in my empire of glass and steel, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m about to lose the only thing that actually matters in this world.

Her.

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