Page 26 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Jilly let out a gasp, her hand instinctively reaching for the armrest of her chair as if she needed something solid to anchor herself to reality.

"Yes, Jillian. I know everything. Or would you rather I call you...Miss President?"

Chapter Nine

Jilly:When are you free? I need to update you.

Jack:Define “update.”

Jilly:Life event level.

Jack:Am I emotionally prepared?

Jilly:Emotionally? Who are you and what did you do to my Jack?

"SO, LET'S SEE..."

Some people liked to do yoga. Other people liked to drink. Jilly, though...

She liked to pray...while makingorigamias she brainstormed with herself, herself, and Jilly No. 3.

"Statistically speaking, the odds of a whirlwind celebrity marriage lasting more than five years are approximately twelve percent, but that's accounting for typical Hollywood relationships where both parties have a history of serial monogamy and commitment issues..."

Guy could not remember feeling this fascinated as he watched Jilly create magic from a sheet of paper...while turning marriage proposals into mathematical equations.

"But if we factor in the unprecedented variable of the celebrity in question having specifically orchestrated an entire professional audit just to see me again..."

Jilly paused in her folding to scribble numbers on a legal pad that Guy had supplied at her request, albeit with an odd look.

"Plus the documented evidence of his possessive territorial behavior regarding other potential suitors, the statistical probability shifts dramatically..."

That he was watching her through surveillance cameras, Guy had zero guilt about. Given his line of work, and all the crazy attempts to invade his privacy, this was non-negotiable. And now, an unforeseen benefit.

Guy watched Jilly reach into her purse and pop a mint into her mouth.

Shit.

The mere sight of her tongue darting out to catch the small white candy had his entire body tightening to the point of pain. He had never wanted a woman this much. Never felt this mesmerized about any other woman either. And it was why...Jillianhadto marry him.

She was his.

And she was deluded if she thought there was a slightest chance in hell he would let her walk out of his ranch without her promise to be his wife.

"ACCORDING TO THIS ARTICLEfrom Psychology Today, the top five things celebrity fangirls believe they need to win the heart of their crush include: unprecedented access to the celebrity's private life..."

Guy watched her reach for the red marker and make acheckmark next to the wordsUnprecedented Access.

Over half an hour had passed since Jilly had asked him for space, and he had given it to her, along with all the office supplies she had rather sheepishly requested, and with a smile that made his chest do strange things.

"Demonstrable proof that they understand the celebrity better than anyone else, check; becoming indispensable to the celebrity's daily routine, check; being the celebrity's every sexual fantasy come true...effortlessly."

Jilly pressed cool fingers to her cheek. "This is ridiculous," she muttered out loud.

Wrong, sweetheart,Guy thought broodingly. It was not ridiculous at all, with how she was already turning him on in ways that he couldn't fucking explain.

Jilly picked up her phone with a determined expression that immediately had him stiffening in his seat, his jaw clenching as a familiar surge of possessive jealousy coursed through him. Was she going to call Jack? Was she having second thoughts about his proposal and reaching out to the man who—

"I'm so sorry for calling you guys out of the blue," Guy heard Jilly apologize in a rush as she set her phone on a stand, and relief washed over him when he saw two familiar faces appear on her screen in split view.

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