Page 203 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

The word used to terrify me.

The promise of forever, a promise I never believed anyone, especially not a man like Leo Maxwell, could actually keep.

But now… it sounds… like everything.

“Okay,” I whisper back. “Okay, Leo. I’ll stay.”

He tightens his grip, pulling me impossibly closer, and I bury my face in his chest, inhaling his scent, feeling his heart beat strong and steady against mine.

And for the first time in a very, very long time, I actually believe it.

In the promise.

In him.

In… us.

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Leo

It’s been three days since Sabrina looked me in the eyes and saidyes.

Yes to… us.

Three days of walking around this penthouse feeling like I’ve been shot out of a cannon and landed in some alternate fucking reality.

A better reality.

A terrifyingly, exhilaratingly real reality.

The PR shitstorm from Luca’s dramatic exit and Jen Takahashi’s tabloid tantrum is still raging, of course. Sabrina’s been a fucking whirlwind, a one-woman crisis management machine, spinning narratives, placating investors, and generally kicking ass.

Her new strategy for Maxwell Capital is actually starting to gain traction. You know, focusing on stability, my renewed dedication to responsible leadership, and the new venture fund.

Key man clauses have been triggered in a couple of our portfolio companies, and the lawyers are having a goddamn field day. That part is still a mess. A multi-billion dollar mess.

But for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel… overwhelmed by it. Because I’m not facing it alone. I don’t have Luca anymore.

But I have her.

Sabrina’s here. In my office. In my life. In mybed.

Yeah.

No more retreating to the guest suite. She stays. Every night.

Tangled in my sheets, her dark curls spread across my pillow, her body warm and soft against mine.

And the sex… fuck. It’s different again. Deeper. More connected. Less about raw, angry need, more about… exploration.

Discovery.

Like we’re mapping out a new territory, together.

Jesus, listen to me. Sentimental fucking bastard.

And Mia. My daughter. She’s here, too, a tiny, gurgling force of nature who has completely fucking hijacked my heart.

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