Page 2 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

Felicity wanted to say he was right and walk away, but something held her there. She hated seeing him hurt, even if it was something so minor. She inwardly sighed. “Do you have a first aid kit? I’ll take a look at it and clean it.”

“No need.”

“You don’t want it to get infected, do you?” Why was she still talking? She should get out of there.

Aiden seemed to assess the situation for a moment before nodding. “All right. There’s a first aid kit in my villa.”

He looked down at her hideous suitcases. “George is supposed to take all luggage to your door.”

“I want them with me,” she said, feeling foolish as heat crept up her neck. She was sure her face would be red in a second.

“Okay.” He took the handle of the big one and pulled it along with him.

Felicity fell into step beside him. It was odd, seeing him again. So many times, she’d thought about what she’d say if she came face to face with him, but all of those words vanished. She’d been so angry with him. She’d imagined slapping his face a million times, but her anger had cooled over the last five years. She’d accepted the fact that she’d never see him again. And now, here he was, and she didn’t know how to react.

They approached a large villa nestled between the palm trees by the ocean. He opened the door and they entered. The tile flooring looked expensive. High archways and tall windows brought in light. Everything in the house screamed money. He’d always said he was working on his drone system so he could provide for them. He must have done very well for himself.

A white Maltese dog came running up to Aiden, its little tongue hanging out. “Hey, Mabel.”

The dog barked and ran around his legs until he leaned over and gave her shaggy hair a thorough rub.

“What a sweet dog.”

Aiden gave her one of his smiles, the kind that used to melt her heart. She had to admit there was still a little bit of melting going on. Traitorous body.

“She’s the light of my life.”

The words struck Felicity like a shovel to her chest. He used to say that about her. Aiden must have realized what he’d said because he sobered and brushed past her.

He entered a bathroom and pulled out a plastic box from under the sink. Felicity opened it and took out a Band-Aid and the antibiotic ointment. She neared him to clean his cut. and her heart went all rapid fire in her chest. His smell, the way his hair fell on his forehead, the way he breathed, it all brought back so many memories. And then the painful ones surfaced. The phone calls, saying he’d be late meeting her. The lonely weekends when he couldn’t tear himself away from work. The broken dates.

She quickly stuck a cloth under the faucet and washed the gash then put the ointment on. It didn’t look bad. Her fingers had a hard time opening the stupid Band-Aid. Why did they make them impossible to tear open? Finally, she got it, peeled off the adhesive strips and stuck it on his head while trying to remember to breathe in and out.

“Okay, you’re all set.”

He swallowed like she wasn’t the only one affected by their close proximity. “Thanks.”

She began cleaning up the kit, unable to look at him any longer.

“Listen, Felicity, I don’t want to dredge up the past. I just—”

“Then don’t,” she said, cutting him off.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Would you let me finish?”

“I already know what you’re going to say.” She snapped the first aid kit closed and handed it to him.

“Really? That is so typical.” He opened the cupboard and shoved the kit inside.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Here you are, jumping to conclusions again.” His voice rose.

She tried to remain calm, but he was making it difficult. “I should go,” she said, under her breath. She exited the bathroom and he followed her out into the large foyer.

“Ah, Felicity! You’re here.” Grams came into the room, her outfit billowing as she glided across the floor. The look suited her. Grams always had style. She wore a bright smile and didn’t look like she’d aged a day. All the anger Felicity was feeling dissipated as she hugged Phoebe.

“Grams,” Aiden said, his voice sharp. “What did you do? Why is Felicity here?”

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