Page 56 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

I’m grateful for the change of subject. “It’s proceeding. We’re finalizing the last round of funding next week.”

“And Tatiana’s helping with this?” Sam asks, his tone genuinely interested rather than mocking.

“She identified a flaw in the construction timeline related to seasonal rainfall patterns that nobody else caught,” I admit, surprising myself with the pride in my voice. “Saved us from a potential six-month delay and millions in cost overruns.”

Leo whistles. “Damn. Maybe she did trap you. Smart and hot is a dangerous combination.”

I ignore the comment, focusing on my drink.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur of superficial conversation. I make an effort to participate, to laugh at the right moments, to seem like my usual self. But I’m acutely aware of Sam’s thoughtful gaze. He’s always been the observer of our group, the one who notices when things aren’t quite right.

As we’re preparing to leave, Sam hangs back while Marco and Leo head toward the door.

“You okay, Dom?” he asks quietly. “You seem different. More stressed than usual.”

“I’m fine,” I reply automatically. “Just a lot going on with the resort.”

Sam studies me for a moment. “Is it the resort, or is it marriage?”

Perceptive bastard.

“Everything’s fine,” I insist. “The wedding was unexpected, sure, but we’re making it work.”

“If you say so.” Sam doesn’t look convinced. “Just remember I’m here if you need to talk.Reallytalk.”

I clap him on the shoulder, a gesture meant to seem casual but also to end the conversation. “Appreciate it. But there’s nothing to worry about.”

Outside, I wait until Marco and Leo have disappeared into a waiting Uber before signaling for Jake to bring the car around. Jake sends a quick text to my driver Ric, and soon I’m on my way.

My phone rings as we’re halfway to my place. Christopher’s name flashes on the screen. It’s an encrypted call, safe from eavesdropping.

“Blackwell,” I answer, slouching back against the leather seat. “Bit late for a business call.”

“Not a business call,” Christopher replies. “Just checking in on how things are going with you and Tatiana.”

I tense. “Why? Has she said something?”

“No,” he sounds surprised. “Should she have?”

“No,” I reply quickly. “Everything’s fine. Professional.”

“Good to hear. She showed me the report she did on the supplier negotiations. Impressive work, as always.”

“She’s more than a PA, you know,” I say before I can stop myself. “Her business insights on the resort planning have been invaluable.”

There’s a pause on the other end.

“I’m well aware of Tatiana’s capabilities,” Christopher says carefully. “She’s been indispensable to me for two years. Always exceptional.”

“Right,” I mutter, embarrassed by my defensiveness. My voice comes across a little more sharply than intended.

“Dom,” Christopher says after a moment, “is there something going on I should know about?”

“No... I’ve told you everything.”

“If that’s true, why do you sound personally offended when I compliment my own assistant’s work?”

I rub my forehead, feeling a headache building. “Sorry. Long day. Had drinks with the guys.”

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