Page 41 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

“You’re welcome,” she replies, her voice softening slightly. “Good night, Dominic.”

“Good night, Tatiana.”

I step into the hallway, hearing the door close firmly behind me. Leaning against the wall, I exhale slowly, running a hand through my hair. Now that I’m finally out of the room, my cock is finally starting to become flaccid.

What the fuck was that? The physical release was perfect. Better than perfect. Exactly what I wanted. Worth every penny.

So why do I feel so unsatisfied? So... empty?

I push off from the wall and head toward my own suite, already reconsidering the wisdom of including this clause. Twelve days until the next fulfillment. Twelve days to figure out why her detachment bothers me so much when detachment is exactly what I’ve built my entire life around.

Twelve days to pretend this arrangement isn’t getting under my skin in ways I never anticipated.

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Dominic

Icheck my watch. Five o’clock. Tatiana should be gone from Blackwell Innovations by now. She mentioned having plans with Sabrina and Jess this evening, some shopping trip to burn through more of my money no doubt.

Maybe I’m being too hard on her. She did earn that money, after all.

I send Christopher a quick text.

Still at the office?

His response comes immediately.Just about to leave. What’s up?

That’s surprising. Christopher used to practically live at his desk, often staying until midnight. Marriage has changed him.

Need to talk. Important. 10 minutes?

He doesn’t reply immediately this time. I’m not really looking forward to talking to him, but heismy best friend, and Tatiana’s boss at that, so it has to be done. Still, a part of me hopes he’ll say he’s too busy tonight.

About a minute later:Sure. But make it quick. Lucy’s waiting.

I sigh.

Well, might as well rip the band-aid off.

I grab my jacket and head out, instructing Jake to have Ric bring the car around.

As we pull into traffic, my mind drifts to last night. Her mouth on me. The clinical efficiency of it all.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, annoyed that the memory alone is enough to make me hard again.

“Everything all right, sir?” Jake asks from the driver’s seat, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror.

“Fine,” I mutter, staring out the window.

But nothing’s fine. I spent the entire day distracted, replaying those moments in her guest suite. The physical release was incredible, exactly what I wanted. So why do I feel so fucking unsettled?

Maybe it’s guilt. I didn’t have to include that clause. It was arrogant, controlling, borderline coercive. The kind of power play that confirms every negative headline ever written about billionaires like me. And yet she didn’t flinch. Didn’t hesitate. Just negotiated her price and delivered with mechanical precision.

That’s what’s eating at me, I realize. Not guilt, but the fact that she reduced it to a transaction. Made me feel like just another item on her to-do list. I wanted... what? Resistance? Emotion? Some indication that she was affected by me? That shewantsme as badly as I want her?

Fuck. I’m an even bigger asshole than I thought. I’m seriously considering dropping the Day 14 requirement. And yet... I know I won’t be able to bring myself to do it. Feeling her around me, even if only for one last time...

I shake my head.

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