Page 1 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

Chapter 1

Felicity tugged hersuitcases through the door as she entered the lobby of Belizean Paradise. Why had she brought so many clothes? She was here to work, not to sunbathe by the ocean or go dancing every night. She silently chastised herself. When she’d gotten the email about the fancy resort in Belize needing professional photos, she was hesitant. It sounded like a scam. But she’d checked it out and it was a legitimate job. She could barely believe it. A whole week in a villa by the beach, all expenses paid. All she had to do was take some pictures. She’d never be able to afford a trip like this one, so she jumped at the chance.

The wheels of her suitcases rolled on the expensive marble flooring. A large chandelier hung from above, and a fountain quietly bubbled as water spilled down rocks into a pool. She was going to have fun taking photos of this place.

She walked up to the man behind the desk. He had a shirt with the Belizean Paradise logo embroidered on his chest and a name tag that read George. He smiled at her. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m Felicity Thomas. I was hired to take some pictures.” She brushed a strand of her hair back. Having full, curly blonde hair had made her the envy of all the girls in high school, but some days it was just a pain. She could already tell the humidity here was going to make it frizz out like a Brillo pad.

George clicked on the computer keyboard. “Ah, yes. I see. Right here. You’re in villa 28. You’ll love it. Very secluded.” He handed her a map of the resort and a key card. “Just leave your luggage here by the desk. I’ll tag it and someone will deliver it to your doorstep by five tonight.”

Apprehension arose, and Felicity shook her head. “I’d rather not. I have all my photography equipment in my luggage. I’d better keep them with me.”

George walked around and rested his hand on the large suitcase. “I assure you, we’ll take good care of them.”

Felicity gathered her luggage to her, suddenly feeling possessive. “No, thank you.”

He frowned. “It’s my job, miss.”

She took a step back. “I’m sorry. I’m taking them with me.”

He looked at her like she was a crazy person then raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, ma’am. Whatever you want.”

Felicity felt dumb as she walked away, hauling her suitcases with her. They were a set she’d found at Goodwill. Only fifteen dollars, and they looked brand new. Too bad they had hot pink flowers all over them. Oh, well. They were easy to find on the luggage conveyer belt.

As she struggled with the map and her suitcases, she wondered why she hadn’t just let the man take them. Her villa was going to be the farthest walk. She’d let her stubborn streak fail her again.

She made her way through the building. Delicious smells wafted from the restaurant, making her look forward to dinner. She went out a set of glass doors. A patio with tables and chairs stretched off to the left, and a cement path snaked its way between villas to the right. After a glance at the map, she started down the sidewalk.

A man rounded a bend and walked toward her, his head down. He was scanning something written on a piece of paper and didn’t notice her. As he neared, she stopped cold. He was a dead ringer for her ex-fiancé, Aiden. He had the same sandy hair, the same little cowlick, and he was even walking with the same gait. And then he looked up, and her heart skidded to a stop.

ItwasAiden. Unwanted memories rushed at her as she stared at him, everything she’d tried to forget over the past five years. Their first date when they were still in high school. Senior Prom. The way his soft lips felt against hers. How he’d gotten down on one knee when he’d proposed. Her throat closed and she had a hard time taking in a breath as her heart pounded.

Aiden’s gaze connected with hers and his lips parted. He stared at her as he continued to walk. The sidewalk turned, but he didn’t notice. He ran smack into a signpost. The metal sign made a loud sound as it vibrated and Aiden bounced back, his mouth still open. His eyes widened. “Felicity?”

Watching him walk into a sign would have been funny if she hadn’t been so shocked to see him. “Aiden? What are you doing here?”

“I own this resort.” He looked her up and down. Several emotions played across his face, but they left so quickly she couldn’t pin any down. “What areyoudoing here?”

Felicity’s brain worked to process what he’d said. He was the owner? And he didn’t even know she was hired? Her breath caught in her throat. “I’m here to take pictures.”

He blinked. “Why?”

“I was contacted by your marketing department. They said you needed a whole new website.”

He didn’t look happy as he squinted at her. “We don’t have a marketing department.”

Panic struck her as she pulled out the printed email from her pocket. “I was hired by...” She scanned the page, looking for the name of the person who had sent it. It was signed P. Clarke, Marketing Director.

Aiden snatched the paper from her hand. “What is this?” His eyes widened as he read. He scowled and handed it back to her. “Grams. This had to be her doing.”

Phoebe? Oh, how she missed seeing Grams. She missed their late-night talks and midnight cookie baking. Felicity swallowed a sudden urge to cry. “She’s here?”

Aiden’s expression softened. “Yes.”

It was then that Felicity noticed the cut on Aiden’s forehead. She reached out to touch it but changed her mind when she realized what she was doing. She swallowed. “You’re bleeding.”

Aiden took a step away from her and touched his head. His fingers came back red. He frowned. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”

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