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Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 121: .The silence is deafening.Isabella can hear every single beat of her heart and her breaths are quick and shallow.“Can you say something, please? I’m kind of freaking out here.”Isabella’s question, more of a plea than anything else, is what brings Archibald back to life. The arm draped over Isabella’s waist squeezes tight but not too tight, dragging her close enough that a bug would have trouble finding space to crawl between them.“I’m going to be entirely honest with you,” Archibald says, voice tight and sounding like he’s holding his shit together through sheer force of will and might actually be failing at it, “There aren’t enough words in existence to describe how upset I am right now. For someone to treat anyone like that is horrific. To know that someone has treated you like that is unbearable.”Archibald sounds wrecked, actually, and Isabella’s doubly glad she can’t see him. She doesn’t want to see what the man’s face look

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 123:.Archibald’s answer comes in a quietly murmured, “Hold still,” and a repositioning that puts Isabella between his thighs and her back against Archibald’s chest. It’s easy, then, to tip her head back to look at the stars, equally easy in turn to press warm, mouthy kisses to Archibald’s lips and jawline, the column of her neck. Archibald makes a pleased, indulgent noise from the back of his throat and adjusts his hold to accommodate her better.“That’s lovely,” he says, “Always such a sweetheart.”Isabella shivers a little, even in the warm night air, and tries hard not to think about what might happen if she spread her thighs right here and asked if he’d like to indulge her in something else. She doesn’t, mostly because the idea of getting sand in sensitive places is enough to put her off the idea entirely.“When you, uh. When you say private, how private are we talking?”Archibald goes very still, and Isabella can’t resist a glance

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 124: .Here is the edited version with the changes:---**Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire** **Chapter 124:** The drink is good, rum-based and fruity sweet-tart from the pineapple juice. It goes down smooth with no burn from the alcohol, and when her glass is empty, Archibald wordlessly trades it out for his own half-full one as if that had been his plan all along.“But this one’s—”“Also yours. Two might be a bit much for right now, but you’ll be alright with one and a bit. I can tell that you’re still a bit nervous.” Archibald’s voice is calm and patient, and he doesn’t seem to mind that every move Isabella makes manages to splash water onto the fabric of his pants. He not only doesn’t mind but does, in fact, seem to be actively encouraging it by way of his fingertips idly painting patterns onto Isabella’s wet shoulders.Isabella feels her heart rate kick up at how this all feels and how it feels to be looked at the way that Archi

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 127:.Isabella has had enough emotionless, lackluster sex to be able to easily imagine it—somehow being convinced by a made-up partner to try something like this, only to have it be absolute shit instead. And then, right when she’s about to throw in the towel and call it quits, the idea of this woman stepping out of the shadows, annoyed and frustrated at the inability of this nameless, faceless someone to give Isabella what she needs and offering to take their place, and Isabella, frustrated and annoyed on her own behalf, taking her up on it.Isabella thinks about sending away Nameless And Faceless and dropping her legs open in invitation to make room for Archibald between them instead in the hopes that he’d make up for her previous partner’s ineptitude.Archibald might be a stranger in the fantasy that Isabella has looping through her brain right now but the one in front of her certainly isn’t. Archibald presses another searing kiss to t

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 129:.It isn’t that Archibald gets louder so much as his perpetual composure cracks into something a little wild and insistent, a taste of feeling that gets kept under lock and key. The emphasis is accompanied by a slow, purposeful thrust into Isabella’s body that threatens to undo her completely.“I want to fill you up so full of pleasure that you can’t remember ever being hurt,” Archibald says like a caress, a promise, a confession. “I would keep you safe and make you happy, if only you would let me. All you would ever have to do is ask it.”Isabella is being tortured.Lovingly, kindly, mercilessly tortured under the soft, steely warmth that simmers in her guts and underneath her skin at Archibald’s words and the way he’s able to take her apart by barely touching her. By barely doing anything. One finger combined with the way that man is talking to her has Isabella rolling her hips to meet each movement, uncaring of the way her back arc