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In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Something About Dinner~
I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the pink flower on the bedside table.It was a small thing. A perfectly ordinary rose bloom that had come away from its bush without resistance and had spent the afternoon tucked into dark hair above a man's ear, and it was sitting on my bedside table now because I had carried it home in my hand without fully deciding to, the way you held onto things your body had decided mattered before your mind caught up with the decision.I picked it up.Put it back down.The afternoon was sitting on me with a specific and considerable weight. Not unpleasantly. That was the part I was turning over, the fact that the weight of it was not the kind I was accustomed to, not the Julien weight or the panic attack weight or the three in the morning with a laptop weight. This was something different. Something that pressed warmly rather than heavily, the accumulated weight of a day that had been, in ways I was not yet equipped to fully inventory, a good one.His h
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~What A Night~
Neither of us moved toward the door.That was the part I kept returning to afterward, lying in bed that night staring at the ceiling with the lamp still on because turning it off required a decision I had not gotten around to making. Neither of us had moved toward the door. We had stood in that room with the lamp and the closed door and the day sitting between us and we had looked at each other and neither of us had moved toward the door.He had been the one to break it eventually.Not with anything significant. Just a slight shift of his weight, a fractional withdrawal of whatever had been present in his eyes for those few minutes, and he had said 'rest tonight' in the rougher version of his voice that arrived sometimes without apparent intention, and he had opened the door and I had walked through it and that had been that.Except that it had not been that at all and we both knew it and neither of us was saying so.*****************Three days later he knocked on my door before brea
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Three Months~
Neither of us moved toward the door.That was the part I kept returning to afterward, lying in bed that night staring at the ceiling with the lamp still on because turning it off required a decision I had not gotten around to making. Neither of us had moved toward the door. We had stood in that small room with the lamp and the closed door and the day sitting between us and we had looked at each other and neither of us had moved toward the door.He had been the one to break it eventually.Not with anything significant. Just a slight shift of his weight, a fractional withdrawal of whatever had been present in his eyes for those few minutes, and he had said *rest tonight* in the rougher version of his voice that arrived sometimes without apparent intention, and he had opened the door and I had walked through it and that had been that.Except that it had not been that at all and we both knew it and neither of us was saying so.---Three days later he knocked on my door before breakfast.I
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~The long night~
Chapter Ninety-Nine It became a pattern. That was the thing about Adrien, the way everything he did had a structure to it, a consistency that was not accidental, built from the same deliberate architecture he applied to everything in his life. The check-ups came every three days now instead of the three-week intervals Dr. Rousseau had prescribed, and I did not argue about this because arguing required a reason and every reason I constructed dissolved when I was actually in the room with him and his hands were actually on my stomach and the lamp was doing what it did and the door was closed. Three days. Like clockwork. Each time the same sequence: blood pressure, stethoscope, positioning, his hands on the curve of my stomach with the clinical purpose that lasted exactly as long as it lasted and then became something else, something that neither of us named and neither of us stopped. His hands would still. The quality of the touch would shift from assessment into something that had no
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Half Past Midnight~
Chapter Ninety-NineIt became a pattern. That was the thing about Adrien, the way everything he did had a structure to it, a consistency that was not accidental, built from the same deliberate architecture he applied to everything in his life. The check-ups came every three days now instead of the three-week intervals Dr. Rousseau had prescribed, and I did not argue about this because arguing required a reason and every reason I constructed dissolved when I was actually in the room with him and his hands were actually on my stomach and the lamp was doing what it did and the door was closed. Three days. Like clockwork. Each time the same sequence: blood pressure, stethoscope, positioning, his hands on the curve of my stomach with the clinical purpose that lasted exactly as long as it lasted and then became something else, something that neither of us named and neither of us stopped. His hands would still. The quality of the touch would shift from assessment into something that had no m
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Five Months~
Neither of us moved toward the door.That was the part I kept returning to afterward, lying in bed that night staring at the ceiling with the lamp still on because turning it off required a decision I had not gotten around to making. Neither of us had moved toward the door. We had stood in that room with the lamp and the closed door and the day sitting between us and we had looked at each other and neither of us had moved toward the door.He had been the one to break it eventually.Not with anything significant. Just a slight shift of his weight, a fractional withdrawal of whatever had been present in his eyes for those few minutes, and he had said 'rest tonight' in the rougher version of his voice that arrived sometimes without apparent intention, and he had opened the door and I had walked through it and that had been that.Except that it had not been that at all and we both knew it and neither of us was saying so.*****************Three days later he knocked on my door before brea
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~The Space Between Us~
Chapter Thirty Two.The contact was brief. It felt like the kind of incidental contact that happened a thousand times a day in hospitals.But I felt it. I felt the warmth of his skin, the calluses on his fingertips that spoke of hours in surgery and the way he pulled back just a fraction too quickl
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~The Discharge~
Chapter Thirty OneMorning light filtered through the hospital room window, softer than the harsh fluorescents I'd grown accustomed to over the past two days. I was dressed in clothes Elodie had brought. Jeans that hung loose on my hips, a soft sweater that hid how much weight I'd lost and comforta
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Professional Distance~
Chapter Thirty He pulled out his tablet and made notes, his fingers moved quickly across the screen.I watched him work and felt something twist in my chest. Gratitude, yes. But something else too. I felt something dangerous and inappropriate.He'd saved my life, he had stood in this room at three
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~The Night Terror~
Chapter Twenty NineI must have dozed off eventually, because I woke to darkness and terror.The nightmare came fast. I saw Theo's face hovering over me. His hands were holding my wrists. The taste of jasmine tea suddenly surfaced along with the crushing weight of paralysis. I was back to that situ
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