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STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS Chapter 93: COULD MY THOUGHTS BE WRONG?
CINNAMON.I waited until leaving didn’t seem obvious. I wanted the party to thin out so that my absence wouldn’t appear abrupt. Then, I excused myself, told Risa I would be back, and made my way toward Dante's office.Walking through the hallway, catching glimpses of offices, some things have changed since my last visit to this building.I knocked on his door and pushed it open. He looked up from his laptop, and as soon as our eyes met, he smiled. My heart began to slow. 'See,' I thought. 'He's fine. You're fine. Everything is fine.'I closed the door behind me and approached his desk, lightly trailing my hand along the edge of the conference table. I perched on the corner of his desk, crossed my legs, and allowed the moment to be exactly what it was."Are you trying to distract me, Mrs. Moretti?" he asked."Is it working?"Slowly, I tucked my hair behind my ear. The diamonds on my ring caught the morning light streaming through the office windows and scattered it around. I noticed hi
STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS Chapter 10: HAPPY BUT BOTHERED.
CINNAMON.The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to a wave of sound. Laughter burst in first, bright and unrestrained followed by applause that surged too quickly and loudly for a typical Monday morning. Overwhelmed, I stayed inside the elevator, fingers gripping the strap of my bag, my heart racing as if I had stepped onto a stage instead of my own office floor.Finally getting ahold of myself, I stepped out.DreamHaven took me completely. People turned in unison, smiles on their faces. Someone whistled. A banner spread across the glass wall, my name emblazoned on it in an overly enthusiastic font sprinkled with glitter that sparkled under the fluorescent lights. It was chaotic, affectionate, and all too much.The sound struck a soft spot in my chest. I hadn’t realized how empty that space had felt until it was filled.God, how I had missed this.The aroma of coffee. The steady hum of printers. The way everyone spoke over one another as if urgency were a form of currency. This
STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS Chapter 91: RETUNING THE LOVE.
CINNAMON.I had spent nearly three weeks losing sleep over a question that seems straightforward until you find yourself faced with it. "What do you give a man who already has everything for Valentine's?" Dante Moretti had it all, and anything he didn't have, he could easily acquire. So, what could I possibly give him that would truly surprise him?I went back and forth until I shifted my focus from what he owned to how he felt. What inspired him? What did he carry quietly within himself? What would he never buy for himself because doing so would mean admitting he needed it? That’s where I found my answer.The gifts had been ordered three weeks in advance, confirmed twice, and were meant to arrive two days before Valentine's. When they hadn't shown up by the evening of the thirteenth, I found myself sitting in the kitchen on the phone with customer service because I had lost my patience. Dante passed through the kitchen once, noticed my expression, silently poured me a glass of water,
STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS Chapter 90: WORRIES OF A MOM.
DANTE.I pulled her into my lap in one smooth motion, and she let out a small sound of surprise. In an instant, my hand was in her hair, and my mouth was on hers, making whatever Noah and Allie were doing in the rain seem like someone else's concern.She kissed me back, her hands gliding up my chest. I felt her breath against my lips, and that soft moan went straight to my cock.We stayed glued, her sitting in my lap, both of us taking our time as the living room remained quiet, the lamp's gentle golden light bouncing off the couch and floor while a faint chocolate scent from the strawberries filled our noses.Then she broke the kiss.She didn’t pull away quickly. She withdrew just enough to catch her breath, her forehead leaning toward mine, both hands still resting on my chest."Baby.""Mm.""Can I ask you something?"Her cheerful tone had vanished, prompting me to open my eyes."Don't you find me—" She hesitated before starting again. "My body has changed since Oliver." Her fingers
STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS Chapter 89: A REQUEST FOR VALENTINE.
DANTE.The afternoon moved at its own slow pace and we let it. There was a particular luxury in having nowhere to be, and we wore it comfortably, leaning back in our chairs, plates eventually cleared, the champagne half-finished, the garden below doing what gardens do when the wind passes through. She had turned her chair slightly toward the view, one leg crossed over the other.I couldn't stop looking."What?" she said, without turning."Nothing.""You're doing it again.""Guilty."She turned then, a slow smile warming her face, and for a moment the thing behind her eyes was completely gone and she was just mine."I am so grateful for you," she said quietly. "I don't think I say that enough in the normal days. When it's school runs and dinner and laundry and meetings. I don't stop enough to say, I am genuinely grateful that you are mine.""You show it," I said. "Every day. In a thousand ways you probably don't even notice."She tilted her head. "Like what?""Like the way you still m
STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS Chapter 88: VALENTINE.
DANTE.I let us into the house, stepped aside, and nodded toward the stairs."Go shower. Get dressed." I paused. "The outfit's already on the bed."She looked at me."I picked it out," I said simply, and went to get ready before she started asking me questions.I moved fast because I wanted to get ready before her. I took a shower, wore my fresh suit, pocket square, the good watch, the one she'd given me on our first anniversary with the inscription on the back that I still read sometimes when I needed to remember what I was doing right. I was downstairs with twenty minutes to spare, which was rare, and I stood at the bottom of the staircase with my hands in my pockets feeling, for lack of a more dignified word, giddy.Then she appeared at the top of the stairs wearing magnificent red. The dress fell exactly as it was meant to, and she moved with grace. Her hair was down back to its full long wavy state. I missed her burgundy revenge hair so bad. I have been so tempted to ask her to g
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