Page 9 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

They were high school sweethearts. The couple everyone expected to get married, have babies and live happily ever after. Aiden was so charming, and all the girls in high school fell under his spell. But he didn’t have eyes for anyone but Felicity. Her cheeks heated as she remembered the way he’d asked her to the dance.

She’d opened her locker to find about a thousand paper hearts had been stuffed in through the vents. They came spilling out and onto the floor. Each one said, “Will you go out with me?” Each one was signed with his name.

He’d appeared moments later to help her pick them up. His infectious grin was too much. She’d agreed to go to the spring dance with him. All her girlfriends were jealous, except for Amy. She understood. She could see they were meant to be together.

Felicity shook her head. Why was she dwelling on the past? Why was she even staying in Belize? If she knew what was good for her, she’d pack her bags and leave on the next flight out of there. She didn’t need this heartache.

An envelope on the floor caught her attention. Someone must have slid it under her door. She picked it up and opened it. A ticket for a riverboat excursion was inside, along with a note from Grams.

This is an all-day excursion. It includes lunch. Wear comfortable shoes. Love, Phoebe

Felicity walked into the kitchen and set the ticket on the counter. Yes. This is what she needed. She’d spend the day away from the resort. Away from Aiden and all the baggage he brought up. She could get some amazing photos and enjoy the day without the stress of worrying she’d bump into him.

Rolling her shoulders, she tried to get rid of the stress of the evening. It felt oppressive. Maybe what she needed was a walk on the beach to calm herself.

She slipped off her shoes and slid the patio door open. The night air felt good on her skin as she walked down the grassy slope to the beach. The sand was soft and powdery. She walked closer to the water, enjoying the rushing sound of the waves. Just knowing she’d be away tomorrow helped to relax her.

Pulling out her phone, she took a quick picture of the moon reflecting off the ocean water. With a few clicks, she posted it to her GirlsRock Facebook group. She typed a little message to go with it.

Wishing you were here.

Right away someone responded.

Don’t tempt me.

It was Brittany. Newly divorced, Brittany was on Facebook a lot, wallowing. Felicity tried not to comment much on her rants. They’d never been good friends in high school. Brittany was a cheerleader wanna-be but never made the squad. She’d always come across as whiny to Felicity. But Brittany had a class with Amy so they’d become friends.

Felicity closed the app and pocketed her phone. It really was paradise here. No wonder Aiden liked it. She closed her eyes. Why couldn’t she get him out of her head?

Maybe a good night’s sleep would do it. Felicity walked back to her villa and locked the patio door. Tomorrow would be a fresh day.

She rinsed the sand off her feet and dressed in her pajamas. They were blue with little elephants on them. Her father had given them to her last Christmas, and even though they looked kind of juvenile, she loved them.

As she climbed into bed, she let out a moan. It was even more comfortable than it looked...like laying on a puffy cloud. She snuggled under the covers and closed her eyes. Sleep quickly claimed her.

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AIDEN WALKED ALONGthe beach in the dark. A figure approached him and, as he neared, he saw it was Felicity. She wore her hair up and smiled at him. He shook his head and wondered if he were dreaming. He reached out and caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into him.

Yep, a dream. But it was a nice one. He pulled her close, breathing in the familiar smell of her. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her dress. She looked up at him. “I’ve missed this.”

“Me too.”

She reached up and put her arms around his neck. “Kiss me,” she said, a smile in her voice.

He leaned down and—

“Aiden! Get up.”

Felicity vanished and Aiden woke up in his bed. He rolled over and put his pillow on his head. No, not now. He was just getting to the good part. Wait, what was Grams doing in his room? Man, that woman didn’t know the meaning of privacy.

Grams shook his shoulder. “Come on. We have a problem.”

“Is the villa on fire?” he mumbled.

“No.”

“Then let Derrick handle it.”

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