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Loving the Billionaire I hate MARA'S POV
The photos from the farmer's market ran on Tuesday.Theo had taken them without making it obvious he was taking them, which was a skill I hadn't known he had. They were good. Natural. One of Dominic holding a paper bag of produce looking at something off-camera, and one of the two of us at a flower stall where I was pointing at something and he was looking at me instead of where I was pointing.That one was the problem.Jess sent it to me at seven a.m. with no message, just the screenshot and three seconds later a second text that said *he is looking at you like that in PUBLIC.*I put my phone face down on the bathroom counter and got ready for the day.The photo had already been picked up by two society pages by the time I got to the bakery. The captions were neutral, curious, the tone of people who hadn't decided yet what story they were telling. That was fine. Neutral was fine. Neutral meant Camille and Rachel didn't have an angle yet.What was not fine was that Dominic had clearly
Loving the Billionaire I hate DOMINIC'S POV
I arrived at the bakery at six-fifty Sunday morning.She was already there, flour on her apron, hair pulled back, moving through the kitchen with the economy of someone who had done this so many times the motions lived in her body rather than her head. She looked up when I came in through the back and said nothing, just pointed at the apron hanging on the hook near the door.I put it on. She almost smiled."Wash your hands," she said. "Properly. Nails and everything.""I know how to wash my hands.""I've seen how men wash their hands."I washed my hands properly. She had already set out the ingredients in the order they would be used, everything measured and positioned, and I recognized the methodology. I did the same thing before a meeting. Sequence as control. It was just that hers smelled like butter."The dough is already made," she said. "I did it last night. Croissants are mostly about the fold, not the mix, so that's what we're doing." She put a block of cold dough on the flour
Loving the Billionaire I hate MARA'S POV
He said " when." Not if. When.I had been turning that over since Saturday night and it was now Monday morning and I was at the bakery at six a.m. doing inventory I had already done on Friday because I needed something to do with my hands that wasn't think about Dominic Ashford standing three feet away from me telling me he wanted it to be a decision.Rosa's last day was Wednesday. I had posted the position and gotten four applications, two of which were promising. Normal problems. Manageable problems. The kind I knew how to solve.The Dominic problem I did not know how to solve because it wasn't actually a problem, which was the problem. It would be easier if he were difficult. If he were cold or dismissive or if the version of him I had decided he was before any of this had turned out to be accurate. But he made coffee before I woke up and he had fixed my oven without telling me and he had said ‘when” like it was simply true and now I was doing fake inventory at six in the morning.
Loving the Billionaire I hate DOMINIC'S POV
She had just defended me to my father using a cup of coffee.Not a speech. Not a declaration. One quiet, precise sentence that took everything Victor was building and removed the foundation from it without raising her voice. I had watched my father's face in the half second before he recovered and I had seen it — the recalibration. He hadn't expected her.Neither had I. And I had been watching her for weeks.The dinner moved on. Victor pivoted smoothly the way he always did when an angel didn't land, redirecting to Eleanor, to business, to safe territory. Eleanor watched Mara across the table with an expression I hadn't seen on my mother's face in a long time. Not warmth. Not yet. But the beginning of respect, which from Eleanor Ashford was rarer and worth more.Mara ate and talked and held the room without performing for it and I sat there doing the thing I had been doing since she moved in, which was watching her and feeling the specific frustration of someone who had built an entir
Loving the Billionaire I hate MARA'S POV
I told Jess everything on Friday morning at the bakery because I had to tell someone or I was going to lose my mind quietly and alone in a penthouse that was starting to feel less like a stranger's apartment and more like somewhere I lived.She listened without interrupting, which was unusual for Jess and meant she was taking it seriously.When I finished she said, "So you told him you feel something.""I told him it wasn't nothing.""Mara. That's the same thing.""It's a more controlled version of the same thing."She looked at me across the counter. "And he said it back.""In his way. Yes.""In his way meaning—""Meaning he said it like someone dismantling a bomb. Carefully. With full awareness that one wrong move ends everything." I wiped down the counter that didn't need wiping. "He said he knows how I take my coffee."Jess stared at me. "That man is down bad.""We have four weeks left.""I know.""And a dinner with his father tomorrow that I'm already dreading.""I know that too.
Loving the Billionaire I hate DOMINIC'S POV
She fell asleep in the car on the way home.Not dramatically. She just went quiet and then went still and when I looked over her head was tipped slightly toward the window and her hands were loose in her lap and she looked like a completely different person. All the sharpness gone. Just a tired twenty-four year old who had been holding too much for too long.I did not look away for an embarrassingly long time.Patrick caught my eye in the rearview mirror and said nothing, which was why I had employed him for six years.When we pulled up I said her name once, quietly. She woke up fast the way people do when they're used to being the only one responsible for things. Immediately present, slightly disoriented, and already covering it."We're here," I said."I wasn't sleeping.""I know."She looked at me sideways and I kept my face neutral and she let it go.In the elevator she leaned against the wall and looked at the ceiling and said, "Your brother is going to be a problem.""How so.""H
Loving the Billionaire I hate Mara's POV
I picked the second biggest ring.It was a simple oval diamond on a thin gold band, elegant without being aggressive about it, the kind of ring that looked like a decision rather than a statement. I put it on in the study alone and stood there for a moment looking at my hand and feeling something I
Loving the Billionaire I hate DOMINIC'S POV
I found her wedding ring on the kitchen counter.Not intentionally. She had left her phone face-up when she went to shower and the screen was still lit, open to a browser tab titled *what ring styles work for short fingers* with three saved screenshots underneath it. I didn't look long. I moved my
Loving the Billionaire I hate Dominic's POV
The first thing I noticed was that she didn't unpack like someone settling in.She put her bag in the guest room, came back out, and started opening my kitchen cabinets with the focused calm of someone taking inventory. Not noisily. Purposefully. By the time I finished the call with my lawyer she h
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