Page 74 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

“Having a billion dollars is meaningless if I don’t have Felicity in my life.”

“I’m glad you’re finally realizing that.”

“I have to go to her.”

Grams rubbed her temples. “Why are you still here?”

He looked at her with wild eyes. “Because you let her go! You took her to the airport!”

Grams gave him a flat look. “Then get on your plane and go to her. You know where she lives.”

His heart raced as he stared at her. Duh. Of course. He had to go to Texas. Show Felicity he was willing to give everything up for her. He crouched down and kissed Grams on the forehead. “You’re brilliant.”

“I know. Now get!”

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FELICITY SHOVED HERlargest suitcase into the trunk of her Honda Accord. She was emotionally and physically exhausted, and all she wanted to do was go home and soak in the tub. Maybe eat the pint of ice cream in the freezer.

She slammed the trunk and walked around to the driver’s side of the car, unlocking it with her key fob. She’d spent the entire flight arguing with herself over Aiden. Yes, she was doing the right thing. No, she wasn’t. Yes, she had to stand up for herself or no one else would. No, she needed to give her all to Aiden, and let him be who he was.

All this arguing left her nerves raw, and her head felt like it was going to explode. She had no idea what was right anymore. She just wanted to stop thinking for the rest of the night.

It was late enough that the streets of Texas were quiet, with light traffic. When she pulled into her parking garage, she sighed with relief. That hot bath was sounding better and better. She grabbed her carry-on and her suitcases holding her camera equipment. This was the last trip she was going on for a long time.

She stepped off the elevator and the wheels of her luggage caught in the space between the elevator and the floor, yanking on her arm. “Come on,” she said, pulling the case but not getting it free. She stared at it and saw the wheel had turned sideways and was jammed in.

“Seriously?” she said aloud. All she wanted to do was get inside and decompress.

Someone approached her. “Let me help.”

That deep voice pierced through her heart and she jerked her gaze to his face. “Aiden?”

He gently pulled the suitcase free and carried it to her door, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Felicity stood rooted to her spot for a moment before Aiden turned and gave her a one-eyebrow-raised look that set her into motion.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her breath a bit strangled as she walked up to him. He seemed relaxed, but his hair was a bit mussed up, which always told her he’d been running his hands through it, a nervous habit of his.

“We need to talk.” His blue eyes pierced through her and her pulse jumped. What could he want from her?

She swallowed, trying to put moisture back on her dry throat. “Okay.”

He jutted his chin out toward the door. “Are you going to let me in, or do you want to talk in the hallway here?”

Her fingers fumbled with the keys until she was able to slide it into the lock and turn it. She walked into her apartment, flicked on the lights, and motioned for him to follow. She shut the door behind him, suddenly warring with herself again, Martha’s words running through her head.

In a relationship, there’s always some give and take. You can’t expect him to be the one to give everything, while you’re not contributing or sacrificing.

Aiden turned to her and stiffened, like he was steeling himself for an argument. “First, I should apologize.”

That wasn’t what she was expecting. She stared at him, her fingers nervously playing with the strap on her carry-on. “For what?”

“For not coming after you five years ago.”

Felicity’s stomach dropped, but she didn’t have time to think about what he’d said because he continued.

“I didn’t want to make the same mistake this time around.”

His gaze traveled over her as she tried to make sense of what he was saying. “You—”

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