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The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet Some eggs and honesty
The smell of eggs and softly browned toast clung to the air, warm and comforting. Morning light spilled across the kitchen tiles, catching the glint of a syrup bottle and the trail of crumbs Marvin had left behind. He sat at the table, swinging his legs, chattering between mouthfuls about a superhero who could fly and turn invisible but only when he holds his breath.Willis was at the stove, shirtless and relaxed, flipping the last pancake with a little more flair than necessary.Ivory sat at the table with her coffee, lukewarm now, and watched them both — Marvin’s animated face, Willis’s quiet smile as he listened. It was everything she’d once wanted, everything she wasn’t sure she could trust.Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen: Pete.She stepped into the living room to answer.“Hey,” she said.“Ivory. You okay? We were supposed to meet yesterday.”She winced. “I know. I’m sorry. Things got… unexpected.”“Well, can we try again today? There’s a brunch thing — the featured d
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet I know, buddy, me too
Ivory sat at the edge of her couch, fingers pressed against her temple as if she could force memory back into her skull. The light outside had shifted from soft pink to the washed-out gray of mid-morning, and the city beyond her window was already moving on without her.She wasn’t sure what time she’d fallen asleep. She remembered the restaurant. The smell of garlic butter. Arlo’s voice, the question. “How are things with Willis?” Ivory stared at her phone, the glow from the screen the only light in her quiet room. Arlo’s message stared back at her, simple and unnerving: Did you make it home last night?Her phone buzzed again. She grabbed it.Not Willis. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. She wondered why he hadn’t called since last night. Wondered if he knew she had lied to him. Guilt settled heavy in her chest. She sat there for a long moment, nursing the feeling of uncertainty in her heart. The morning sun peeked weakly through the blinds, casting faint lines across the cou
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet Willis Knew
Willis knew.She didn’t say it outright, but he knew the text wasn’t from Miranda. And when Ivory mentioned dinner tonight—something vague about “catching up with someone”—he didn’t press. Just nodded, said okay, and watched her go.Now, the house was too quiet. Marvin had gone to bed early after a busy day, and Willis sat on the couch, flipping through channels he didn’t care about. Every now and then, he glanced at his phone. No messages.He didn’t expect one.Still, that didn’t stop the hope.—The restaurant was small, dimly lit, and a little too familiar. Ivory had chosen it. Or maybe her memory had—this was where she and Marvin used to eat when it was just the two of them. The owner still greeted her like an old friend. The smell of garlic butter clung to the air like it had never left.Arlo was already there. Navy sweater, sleeves rolled just a bit. His usual cologne—clean, understated, expensive.“I ordered soda,” he said when she sat down. “They don’t sell wine.”“Look around
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet Warm Rice and pillow talk
The drive was quiet. Ivory’s hands stayed firm on the wheel, her eyes tracing every line on the road as though looking too closely might distract her from the way her heart tugged with something she didn’t want to name.When she pulled up to Willis’s place, the porch light was still on. She hesitated before getting out, suddenly unsure what she would say. But when the door opened before she knocked, and Willis stepped out, the decision was already made.“Hey,” he said simply.She nodded. “Hey.”He stepped aside and let her in. She walked through the familiar hallway and into the living room, where the television hummed low, casting a soft blue over the room. Marvin was curled up on the couch, fast asleep, his little face tucked into the pillow.“He stayed up,” Willis said, “but he couldn’t fight sleep any longer.”Ivory’s gaze softened. “He waited for me.”“Yeah.”A beat passed. Then Willis turned and asked, “You want something to eat? I saved you some dinner.”Ivory was about to say
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet It was already a thing
The elevator doors slid open with a gentle chime. Ivory stepped into the office with her chin up, her blazer crisp, her heels sharp against the tile. But beneath the belted waist of her structured jacket, she wore a white shirt that didn’t belong to her. A shirt she hoped no one else would notice.She had no time to go home so she opted for his shirt. Miranda was already waiting near the glass doors of Hollis Atelier, tablet in hand. Her eyes flicked over Ivory’s appearance. Same jacket as yesterday. Same shoe, same bag.She laughed. “What?” Ivory asked. “Nothing… you’re glowing,” she said.“Good sleep,” Ivory replied, keeping her pace steady.“Mm-hmm.” Miranda glanced at the shirt peeking out under the blazer. “Nice shirt.”Ivory didn’t answer. Just smiled a little and brushed past her into her office.She tossed her bag onto the desk, dropped into the chair, and buried her head in her hand before opening the folder marked The Right Spring – APPLICANTS.She went through the top n
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet You look so good in my clothes
The morning light spilled softly through the window as Marvin chattered happily with Willis in the kitchen.“Pancakes?” he asked for the umpteenth time. “With cream and cheese?”Ivory exchanged a glance with Willis, who for the umpteenth time replied to him with the same excitement as the first time.Ivory tugged Willis’s oversized shirt a little lower over her thighs. It carried his scent, subtle and reassuring.When he glanced at her, he caught her staring so deep.“Is this… are we like a family now?” Marvin’s voice snapped the silence.Ivory’s cheeks warmed. She looked at Willis and he wasn’t as flustered as she was.“Well,” he started, clearing his throat, “I can’t say we’re a family yet, but you’ll be seeing your mom a lot more here…”Marvin beamed. “She’ll be staying here?”“Oh, no, no, no honey,” Ivory said so quickly, you’d think it was a forbidden thing.Marvin pouted.“But he’s right, baby. You’ll be seeing me a lot more… uh… here.”Willis frowned.After breakfast, Marvin sc
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet Romeo and Juliet
Chapter 90It was late. Past midnight. The kind of hour where nothing good ever happens unless you’ve been waiting for it.Willis had just returned from rinsing his face when he heard the knock. It wasn’t loud or urgent. It was hesitant—like whoever stood behind the door wasn’t sure they should be there.He pulled it open.Ivory stood on the threshold, her coat damp from the night air, a bottle of red wine clutched in her hand. She didn’t say anything. Neither did he.Simply, he stepped aside.Ivory walked in, slowly, her eyes swept through the room like it had changed since she last stood here. It hadn’t. That strangeness she felt was just the space between them—him, the furniture, the air itself, her. Willis looked at her with indifference— pretense indifference— he could never hate her. He’d only been trying to live around her absence.“Why aren’t you in bed?” The words plopped down despite his indifference.“That darn concern of yours...” Ivory muttered under her breath. Willi
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet A bottle of Red Wine and No Willis
The studio was too quiet after Willis left. The kind of silence that felt earned—like the air had decided to stop moving, too exhausted from holding in all the things no one said.Arlo stood near the center table, one hand wiping at the corner of his mouth. A smear of blood had dried along his lip, and his expression was a twisted mix of amusement and jealousy hidden in aloofness.“Well,” he muttered, lifting a brow. “Guess he’s declared his intentions.”Ivory didn’t respond. She pulled a box of tissues from the shelf and handed him one. He blinked at her, surprised, before taking it.He dabbed his lip. “You really told him off. For my sake?”She didn’t look at him. Just turned and began picking up the spilled sketch sheets off the floor, mindlessly.“Wow,” Arlo said softly, “I thought I had lost my chance again. Turns out all I needed was someone to punch me in the face—”“Stop,” she cut in, her voice flat. “I didn’t do it for you.”That shut Arlo up. He watched her gather the fragm
The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet I don’t do flops.
The countdown had begun. Each second that passed, raised the stakes and it came with tension.Forty minutes to go. The press, influencers, and fashion lovers had all gathered in clusters, their eyes glued to their devices, awaiting the hour of truth. The museum curator had announced a few minutes ago. “The answer has not yet been received.”And the sentence sent ripples through the internet. Was Gracie Belle trying to make a grand entrance by responding at the last minute? The last minutes were closing in, and the answer had not yet been received? Were they truly guilty? Had they stolen this design? Fashion blogs, mainstream media, and social platforms erupted in a frenzy. The world seemed to stop and stare meanwhile, Ivory sat hunched over her desk. She was holding her breath. Her phone had been ringing incessantly. Everyone had questions. So Ivory had decided to ignore the calls completely, but this time, the unknown caller was determined. Ivory stared at it. Her heart droppe
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