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“Then what? Don’t keep me guessing here.”
“I’m getting married.”
She howled with laughter. I just hung up, because. Yeah. Life.
Insane. But maybe I was as well, and I truly didn’t care.
Chapter Twenty-One
Julian
You are such a weirdo, but I still love you. GOOD LUCK WITH EVERYTHING! Wish I was there! You’d better have a party when you get home so I can meet this arsehole you’ve married. You absolute twat. But I somehow love it. It’s very you.
I woke up in a weird haze with no idea of where I was or…who I was. Yet again overtired and overworked, but… Yeah.
Oh God.
Okay.
He was sat by the window, in a shirt and tie, his dick hanging loose between his legs. Headphones on, talking shop in hushed tones to whomever was on the other side of the line.
Outside the window was the Las Vegas strip, blinking reassuringly in the sunshine. Everything too bright and everything no doubt too loud out there for my frazzled head.
Hungover like the idiot I was, but then? I had…
Shit.
Yup.
A gold band on my finger. A married man. Julian Bradley…Andrieu. Oh yes. Sonny? Sonny would kill me. I was now married, and I was changing my name. How…insane. But right. And Kieron was changing his too because that’s just what we did.Never follow the rules. Just do us.
“You awake?” he mouthed from over there, leaning away from the screen. “I’ll order something in a sec.”
“Mmkay?” I stretched under the sheets, everything feeling battered and bruised. Well. Served me right for forcing him to come to a club with me and then spending an hour doing weird dance moves as he laughed more than was perhaps…
I loved him. God, I loved him so much.
Nothing was awkward, and we simply seemed to have slotted into a way of coexisting that didn’t feel anything but comfortable. Calm. So incredibly… I hated the word but…nice.
It was nice waking up with him there, and even when I was away on my own? He’d stick something in my bag for me to find. A bar of chocolate. A little note.
I’d made him promise to stop packing watches in my luggage, because seriously. It was a risky, stupid thing to do, and anyway, he’d taken me and had the Patek adjusted so it now fit comfortably on my wrist.
And now I was only wearing long-sleeved shirts for work, because…well. Hey. The Patek was worth more than my mortgage, and I wasn’t going to walk around random cities with it on display. Not even at work, where someone would realise what it was and pilfer it off me as I took their meal order. I’d seen it all. Passengers were no angels, and things went missing in the night.
Some idiot had even tried to walk off with my cabin bag the other day, covering my baggage tag with their jacket. It was only through sheer luck that I’d spotted something familiar and stopped him before I’d lost all my worldly belongings.
I still shuddered thinking about it, lying here with my dick straining.
Couldn’t help it. He was so incredibly satisfying to watch, sat there barking orders at some underling no doubt. Waving his finger about, trying to explain things I had long stopped trying to take in.
We were married. Had a home each, and a car each, and we had no plans to change anything.
Not yet.
But here I was, picking up my phone and scrolling estate agent apps, looking at homes in London.
Which I would never ever be able to afford.
