Page 1 of The Good Billionaire

CHAPTER ONE

Sebastian

“Kennedy’s knocking Cal out, huh?” Ward, my best surgical assistant said, washing his hands.

Every nerve in my body went taut and fire rushed through my veins watching Kennedy from the small oval window of the scrub room. “She’s the top anesthesiologist here at Mercy.”

My Kennedy.

My wife.

My wife who left me six months ago because I’d let fame go to my head, according to the note she’d left me.

You’ve let fame go to your head, Seb...

So much visceral emotion shouldn’t have dominated my body right before surgery. I just couldn’t take my eyes off her narrow shoulders, round ass, violet eyes, and thick ash blonde hair pulled back and tucked under a blue cap.

Mine...

I’d not seen her in six months, not been in the same room with her. Having her so close kicked my pride to the curb and wildly inappropriate ideas passed through me.

That note she’d left me in the foyer of our townhouse had also said she felt invisible for close to two years. It sure felt that way for me too, but fame had crept up on me like a whirlwind. Shocked the shit out of me, really.

The hours I’d spent away from Kennedy had burned me too because I’d have given anything to have my wife by my side, go through all the excitement with her. But she had her own career,her own demanding schedule. I hadn’t faulted her for it, yet I’d gotten plenty of blame for letting success go to my head.

I had becomethecelebrity orthopedic surgeon all major athletes demanded. Some price of success. In exchange for all that adoration from strangers, I’d lost the only woman I ever loved.

I glanced at my patient lying on the operating table from the scrub room. Cal Sweeny, the rookie NFL quarterback got crushed in a blitz during today’s 1 p.m. Jet game at MetLife Stadium.

I wassofamous Cal had screamedmyname before Jesus on the thirty-yard line as refs pulled the entire Miami defensive line off his throwing arm.

“Shit, here she comes,” Ward mumbled.

I set my shoulders back and jut my hips outward, knowing my scrub pants were tight enough to outline my cock. I hadn’t put a mask on yet, but Kennedy had hers on so all I saw were those eyes. And damn they were right on me.

“Dr. Hart.” That voice of hers kicked up riotous emotions like a beast clawed beneath the surface of my skin.

Her voice had rung out in my head occasionally during these months apart, remembering how she’d yelled out my name in bed. Because fuck, we’d had great sex for years. After a decade together, the fever hadn’t died down. I’d never lost the drive to make her mindless in bed, I just ran out of hours most days.

“Dr.Hart,” I shot back, reminding her that her name was my name. The name I’d given her.

As if nothing was wrong between us, she rattled off Cal’s vitals and fed me the typical pre-surgery anesthetist report including which medicines she planned to use, and how much based on the patient’s weight and medical history.

Steely-eyed, I replied, “Is that it?”

She blinked and looked at Ward, who just grinned. Damn, Kennedy radiated with professional brilliance at the moment. Then again, Cal’s injury was stupidly easy to fix. Ward could do it.

“Yes, Seb, that’s it.”

Hearing her say my name sent a wave of lust through me.

That’s it, Seb, right there, I’m gonna come.

I’d fought how much I missed her all these months. It took those quiet lonely nights with a glass of expensive scotch to let Kennedy’s leaving consume me. That’s when I’d texted her. Repeatedly.Please come home. I miss you. I love you, Kenna. Damn, you, you’re mine.Texts that had gone unanswered.

Every damn one.

Clearing my throat, I said, “Let’s get started, then.”

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