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The wedding that never was
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2026-08-13 10:34:18
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The Billionaire in oil-stained hands Caught red-handed
Chapter 62 Fafane Quashawn had run out before breakfast this morning, saying he had an early meeting with a customer. Since he didn’t get a chance to eat, I decided to order breakfast from the diner not too far from his shop and bring it to him. When I got there, I found a young man cleaning out front. “Good morning. Is Quashawn here?” He looked confused for a second before snapping his fingers. “Oh, the boss? He stepped out, but he’ll be back soon.” Boss? I stared at him. He didn’t seem to notice my confusion as he led me inside and showed me to the office. I didn’t say anything. I thanked him and waited until he closed the door behind him. Then I looked around. Boss, why would he call Quashawn the boss? I slowly placed the breakfast on the desk; there had to be an explanation. Maybe he was the manager, or maybe they just called him boss because he was in charge when the actual owner wasn’t around. The door opened. “Miss, what can I help you with?” I closed my eyes at the s
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands The thing I hate the most
Chapter 61 Quashawn It was the last Friday of the month, which meant it was time for the thing I hated most putting on a suit, going into Baker Enterprises, sitting in that chair, and listening to the monthly reports. At least I got to have breakfast with my wife before leaving. I saw the confusion in her eyes the moment she saw me in a suit, but surprisingly, she didn’t ask any questions. I was glad she didn’t because I had a feeling if she did, I would’ve caved and told her the truth right there. I already felt bad enough about dinner. She’d asked about my boss, and I’d looked my wife straight in the face and lied to her. “Yeah, he’s a cool boss.” “Ugh.” I leaned my head back against the seat. Was I making things worse by waiting? Probably. I needed to find a chance to tell her the truth. The car stopping pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up at the familiar building before opening the door and stepping out. The moment I walked inside, I noticed someone sitting in the wa
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands Messy feelings
Chapter 60 Fafane I didn’t want to overthink it, but how could I not? I touched my lips; I could still feel his lips against mine. What the hell was I thinking? Actually, that was the problem. I hadn’t been thinking at all. He told me to tell him to move, and instead of doing the sensible thing and telling him to get out of the dressing room, I grabbed his shirt and kissed him. Me, I kissed Quashawn. And now I still had to walk out there and face him like I hadn’t just lost my mind five minutes ago. “Get yourself together, Fafane,” I whispered at my reflection. My reflection wasn’t very convincing. Taking a deep breath, I picked up the dress Quashawn had chosen and put it on. The gold corset hugged my body perfectly, while the full brown skirt fell around my curves. I turned slightly in front of the mirror. Damn, okay, maybe my husband knew what he was doing. My husband, I immediately thought about the kiss again. “Stop.” I grabbed the door handle before I could talk myself
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands The dressing room
Chapter 59 Quahshawn Early that morning, my parents insisted I drive them to the airport. The entire ride, Mom kept reminding me that when they returned from their trip, I needed to bring Fafane over for dinner. I promised I would; I didn’t tell her when. Of course, she didn’t like that answer. By the time I walked them to the gate and made it back to my car, I let out a sigh of relief. At least with them gone, that was one less problem I had to worry about when it came to the gala. Still, I was annoyed; driving them to the airport meant I’d missed breakfast with my wife. It's something that I promise never to miss, but my parents, or more like my mother, were not taking no for an answer this morning. When I got back to the shop, someone was already waiting for me. I recognized him immediately; it was Caleb from Aura. Why the hell was he here? “Anything I can help you with?” I asked, not bothering with a greeting. He got to his feet. “You’re Fafane’s husband.” What was thi
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands Was I jealous?
Chapter 58 Fafane I woke up to the smell of coffee. I reached for my phone on the nightstand and checked the time. I still had enough time to get to the office before my meeting. Swinging my legs off the bed, I went straight to the bathroom, showered, and got dressed. Barefoot, I walked downstairs to find Quashawn sitting at the table with enough food spread across it to feed an entire family. I stopped. “Uhm, did you rob a bakery?” He let out a small laugh. “Yes. My grandma’s house yesterday.” I pulled out a chair and sat beside him. Taking a sip of my coffee, I asked, “Did you leave her anything?” I grabbed a piece of toast with avocado spread on top. “She doesn’t need all those sweets,” he said with a smile, reaching over to pour more coffee into my cup. I shook my head. After finishing breakfast, I moved to grab my bag when I saw the watch I’d bought for him. I’d never gotten the chance to give it to him; I hesitated before pulling out the box and sliding it across the
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands Two days later
Chapter 57 Quashawn I was still trying to figure out a way to get myself out of going to the gala with Fafane, but everything I came up with sounded weak even to me. So I could only imagine how quickly she would see through it. She had already given me a weird look when she first told me about the invitation. Damn it, I pushed a frustrated hand through my hair. I couldn’t get the happy look on her face when she saw the invitation out of my head. I knew she was going to that gala no matter what I said, and I definitely couldn’t disappoint her by refusing to go. But going meant I had another problem to deal with, one I’d created myself. Leaving the shop, I got into my car and drove to Grandma’s house. As soon as I walked through the door, I found her in the kitchen adding sugar to a mixing bowl. “That’s too much sugar,” I warned her. Without even looking up, she said, “Did you come here to order me around? If so, walk right back out.” “Nana, you need to watch the sugar. I’m pr
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