Page 19 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m sorry I freaked out. I don’t have any of my own friends. Got it. What about Melissa, though? Did we lose touch?” The thought made me want to cry. I had been holding out hope to talk to her. It felt like she was the only one that could help me.
“Baby, my friends are your friends. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Honestly, they probably like you more than they like me.”
Did he expect me to laugh at that? “Awesome.” I tried to keep my voice light and upbeat.
It just made him sigh. “And you and Melissa are still friends. She was planning on coming to town when the…” his voice trailed off. “I mean, she’ll be here tomorrow. It was the earliest she could get off work.”
“Melissa’s coming?” I didn’t even have to pretend to be excited at that news. “That’s wonderful. She’ll stay with us, right?”
“We usually offer to put guests up in the hotel down the street while they visit.”
“Why? This place seems big enough. Don’t we have any guest rooms?”
“Two actually. But we prefer our privacy.”
“Privacy for what? I’ll text her and let her know she can stay here.” I looked down at my shoulder and realized I didn’t have abackpack. Or a purse. Or any of my things. I turned in a circle. “Where’s my phone?”
“I want to be able to focus on just us for a little bit. I want to try to get you used to our lives. Together.”
Was he keeping me hostage here? I thought about how he said I couldn’t go for a run earlier. How he wouldn’t let anyone stay here with us. How he had taken away my phone. I stared at him. There were a lot of red flags. But what could it hurt to let this weird fantasy play out? Maybe if I let it, I’d be able to wake up. I’d be able to go back to a time where I didn’t know this man. “Okay.”
He lowered both his eyebrows as he stared at me.
The action made me swallow hard. I wasn’t sure I had ever seen anything so sexy in my entire life.
“Okay?” he asked. “That’s it? I’m used to you putting up a little more of a fight.”
I laughed. Finally something that sounded like me. “Sure. So what exactly did you want to do in this huge apartment all alone?”
This time he was the one that swallowed hard. I could tell because I had the pleasure of watching his Adam’s apple rise and fall. Maybe I was wrong before, because this was the new sexiest thing I had ever seen.
“How about we start with a tour?” he asked as he stepped closer to me.
“Mhm.” My voice came out weird and high-pitched. Had he seen me staring at him? I backed up and my butt collided with the couch behind me. “Okay, so…the living room.”
“You’ve always been very intelligent,” he said.
I laughed and folded my arms across my chest as I looked around the room. My eyes landed on a framed piece of artwork above the fireplace. It looked like it was taken from the boardwalk of Rehoboth Beach. I used to love going there with my parents. I smiled, picturing myself walking along the boardwalk. I had always wished that I had someone to hold hands with. It always felt like I was the only single person in existence on those lazy summer nights. But I wasn’t alone right now. I wondered if I had told him that story.
“That painting is nice,” I said. “It reminds me of summer trips with my parents to the beach.”
“One of our first dates was a day trip to Rehoboth. We picked out this painting because it reminded us of that.”
I smiled. “You know, I always wished I had a boyfriend to walk along the boardwalk with.”
“I know.”
He knew?I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He was staring at the painting like it was a distant memory. I had a million questions. Had we only ever been once? Did he like to play in the water or was he scared of sharks? And speaking of sharks, did he even like Shark Tank? Did we have the same hobbies? Did he truly love me?
“And now you have a husband to accompany you on the boardwalk.”
I laughed. “Accompany? That’s such a serious way to put it. It’s more of a skipping, dancing, twirling in the ocean breeze kind of boardwalk experience in my mind. I’m starting to think you don’t know how to have any fun.”
“Trust me, I know how to have a good time. Especially at the beach.”
“Whyespeciallyat the beach?”
“The first time we went together, we went skinny-dipping and some stupid kids stole your bikini.”
