All Chapters of Revenge On My Ex, Accidentally In Bed With A Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DAPHNE Today is the worst shitshow of my entire life. I’m exhausted, weary down to the bone in every part of my body. I need makeup like the Pope needs Jesus. I need caffeine injected directly into my frontal lobe. I need a fresh start and a REM cycle. I need a Xanax and somewhere, somehow, a glimmer of hope. None of that is forthcoming. And it’s all Conrad’s fault. That’s because, as of eight hours ago, my now-ex-boyfriend decided to throw me into the streets so his mistress could move in and enjoy what used to be my home. I couldn’t even fight back. Why? Because duty calls. Work duties, specifically. I’m the curator at Bloomington Brothers, an up-and-coming gallery on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, and tonight is one of the biggest events of my life. I have to curate the art show… at which my cheating ex is the star artist. “Conrad! You’ve done it again!” a woman standing in the midst of the gallery cries out in a posh, has-to-be-fake accent. She clutches her husband by t

PASHA Everyone takes a seat so the auction portion of the evening can begin. The auctioneer steps up to the podium, clears his throat, and opens up the bidding with some small landscape by a minor artist. An ice breaker, of sorts. I sit and drift off in my thoughts as one lot after another is rattled off. I came here tonight with a singular purpose: find the most expensive S.C. Ewing I could get my hands on and have it delivered to a certain amoral politician who has been nothing short of a pain in my ass. For months, Senator Scott Brennan has hemmed and hawed as we hashed out the details of our arrangement. I’ve showered him with gifts he doesn’t deserve, complimented him at dinners where criminals like me didn’t belong. This is the final straw. The last attempt at bribery. If it doesn’t work, and if he doesn’t approve the military arms importing deal I’ve shoved across his desk time and time again, then we’re switching tactics. He’ll get whiplash from how fucking fast the carro

“What do you mean? Of course it would?—”Another kiss. Another embrace. By the time we separate, I’m practically naked in his arms, my hardened nipples rubbing against his bare chest as he sucks on my tongue and starts to slide my panties down my legs.And then he’s pushing me down, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my jaw and neck to the valley between my breasts as he lays me out on the table.“Now, this,” he snarls when he looks at me spread out like a feast for him, “is a work of art.”I blush. I gasp, too, when he leans over me and devours one nipple. His hands continue to massage every stretch of my body, and I don’t know if I’m melting or flying or a little bit of both.“I’ll… I can stay quiet,” I assure him. I can—I’ve never really been one for loud sex. No one has ever pulled that sort of reaction from me.Pasha lifts his head from where he’s kissing my stomach. “Why?”My brow furrows. “Why what?”“Why stay quiet?” His tongue passes over the crease in my hip and I shudder.“

“Says the man with five million to quite literally burn.”“Trust fund kid.”“Bullshit.”Damn. I really like her. She meets me eye-to-eye and doesn’t fawn over me like every other woman who sees my black American Express card and instantly wants to become a sugar baby.“Investments.” I smirk at her incredulous look. “That’s the honest answer. I watch trends, hunt for opportunities. Every now and then, I see something new and promising that turns out to be the next big thing.”Her dark brow arches. “Like Conrad?”“Fuck no.” We share a laugh and my God, I could drown myself in her voice. “His ‘art,’ if it can even be called that, is a plague upon mankind. I’m honored to have been the one to personally eradicate the worst offender.”“There you go again.” Daphne sips her drink as she studies me. “One minute, you’re this laidback, kinda crude dudebro. The next, it’s like you just gave a cultural aesthetics lecture at Yale.”“I wasn’t lying when I said I’m literate. I do read a lot.”“War ge

“Says the man with five million to quite literally burn.”“Trust fund kid.”“Bullshit.”Damn. I really like her. She meets me eye-to-eye and doesn’t fawn over me like every other woman who sees my black American Express card and instantly wants to become a sugar baby.“Investments.” I smirk at her incredulous look. “That’s the honest answer. I watch trends, hunt for opportunities. Every now and then, I see something new and promising that turns out to be the next big thing.”Her dark brow arches. “Like Conrad?”“Fuck no.” We share a laugh and my God, I could drown myself in her voice. “His ‘art,’ if it can even be called that, is a plague upon mankind. I’m honored to have been the one to personally eradicate the worst offender.”“There you go again.” Daphne sips her drink as she studies me. “One minute, you’re this laidback, kinda crude dudebro. The next, it’s like you just gave a cultural aesthetics lecture at Yale.”“I wasn’t lying when I said I’m literate. I do read a lot.”“War ge