Page 52 of Billionaire Romantic
Shit.
I need to get a grip and focus on the hellish day I’m staring down the barrel of. My meeting with Cash Maddox starts in less than two hours.
I’m just unlocking my front door when my phone vibrates in my bag. Again.
Taking it out—it’s on 2% because I didn’t charge or even look at my phone all weekend—it’s a number I don’t recognize.
Is it him?
What would I even say to him?I love you, Noah Steel. But that would require allowing myself to live my own life. And right now I’m too deep in the quicksand of someone else’s to be able to do that.
I let the call go to voicemail.
As soon Grace hears the door open, she comes barreling out of her bedroom. “Lucky? Where were you? Why haven’t you answered your phone all weekend?”
“Hi, Gracie.”
“Have you been with Noah Steel this whole time?”
“Um...yes?”
“Holy shit, tell me everything.”
“That’s going to have to wait. I have a meeting at ten that I would honestly rather die than go to, but I’m doing my best to cowgirl up. I need to get ready. I was supposed to go into theoffice first but the traffic was terrible. I didn’t know if I’d have time. I can’t be late.”
She walks up to me and stands in front of me, studying me intently. She takes a wild curl of my hair between two fingers. “Lucky, you’reglowing. You’re also crying. What happened?”
“He’s perfect and I spent all weekend having hot sex with him.”
“What?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my god, Luck, I can’tbelieveit. I mean, Icanbecause you’ve been gone for three days, but you finally cashed it in, this is amazing!”
“Yes. Yes, I did and yes, it was.”
“Oh, honey, are you okay? Was it okay for you? What was he like?”
“He’s just…I don’t even know how to describe him. He’s beautiful. And nice, but also, like, seriously hot. And easy to talk to. Funny. And definitely…”
“Definitely what?”
“Like…” Oh, what the hell. I need to let some of this endorphin overload or whatever it isout. “…huge. Like,gigantic. And really,reallygood at…everything.”
“Eeeee!” Laughter bubbles out of her and she squeezes my hands excitably. “I’m so happy for you, honey. How did you leave it?”
“I…well, I left a note.”
“A note?”
“He was still asleep.”
“You walkedouton him?”
“No. I just…I didn’t want to wake him up.”
“Has he called you since you left?”
