Semua Bab Revenge On My Ex, Accidentally In Bed With A Billionaire : Bab 21 - Bab 30

DAPHNEA knock sounds on the door. Hazel pops in with a shit-eating grin. “You’re gonna wanna clear more space off your desk.”“Stop. Really?” I glance at my tiny desk, which is already covered with several vases’ worth of champagne roses, notecards signed by Pasha, and a few empty smoothie cups. “Are you serious?”“Not as serious as Lover Boy is!” She steps aside. Right on cue, several men and women in uniform march in carrying vases of blood red roses, a large box tied with velvet ribbon, and yet another prenatal-packed smoothie with an itemized label of every ingredient slapped on the side.Okay. I might be enjoying the attention a little bit.Just the teensiest, tiniest little bit.“How many roses this time?” Hazel lets out a low whistle as she does a quick count. “Four dozen. And the expensive kind. Don’t these last a whole year?”I let out a wistful sigh and nod. “As do the ones he sent yesterday. And the day before.”Every day since our first ultrasound appointment, actually.H

“Get Vlaski on the phone and tell him it’s today or never,” she orders one of our lower vors. “If he pulls any shit, we’re canceling the order. Make sure he knows it.” Watching my baby sister keep everyone in line is already soothing my temper. She’s a mirror image of our mother with her long, dark hair and slim build, but she has the same fire and tenacity in her soul that I’d need from any man as my second. Which she reminded me of the one and only time I suggested she find a man, get married, and have a few kids of her own. My ears are still ringing from how loud she screamed in my face that day. I cock a brow at the crates being loaded into one of our covertly disguised trucks. “I do like making money. Can’t do that if you pull the order.” “Yeah, well, I don’t like being nagged by some mudak who can’t wait one more goddamn minute for his fucking guns.” Sofi braces her hands on her hips as she keeps a sharp eye on the whole process. “Did you know he actually propositioned me? M

DAPHNEI’m not drunk. There’s no way. I have absorbed exactly zero percent of alcohol this whole evening.So why is my door blurry?Damn, girl. You are tired.It takes a few moments of blankly staring at the door to my new penthouse to process the fact that it’s not blurry at all—it’s covered in plastic sheeting.And also, locked.The fuck?“Hi, Mr. Marquette?” I’m super glad I put him on speed dial for things like this. It’s way later than I intended to be out with Hazel, and being overly tired is pretty damn close to being drunk. “Sorry to bother you so late. What’s, ah… what’s up with my door?”“Oh my God! My apologies!” Mr. Marquette sounds like he’s scrambling out of bed as he wakes up more to talk to me. “I completely forgot to call you. I feel terrible, really.”“It’s totally fine.” I force the smile into my voice. Unlike my mother, I don’t turn into a raging bitch when things inconvenience me. “I’m just trying to get in and my key isn’t working.”“Right, right. We had a huge w

PASHAPeeling Daphne off me took more willpower than I expected.My dick wants me to go a hell of a lot further than just quietly holding her as she dreams. But that’s easy enough to tame. What was much harder—surprisingly so—was how good the rest of me felt.She just fits so perfectly. Naturally.Like she’s where she belongs.I swallow back whatever the hell these feelings are and focus on fixing the situation at hand. Once I’m sure she’s sound asleep, I tiptoe out of the bedroom and head for the main living room.“What could you possibly need?” Mak yawns into his phone. “You’re not running recon, are you?”“I’ve got a problem.” I flop down onto the suede couch with a heavy sigh.“So take a pill. Or one of those nighttime cough syrups. I don’t care, as long as I can sleep.”I ignore his complaining and cut to the chase. “She’s terrified of me, brat. How the hell is this supposed to work?”Mak sighs. “Let me guess: you just barged on in without so much as a text.”“It’s my penthouse.”

DAPHNEThings have been going so well.I should’ve known it wouldn’t last.I turn the key in the ignition once more. And once more, the car whines and shudders but refuses to start.Things really, truly have been going so well up until this point. I’m actually loving my new place, despite the unexpected roommate situation. It’s huge, comfortable, and I’ve been able to add all the touches of decor and familiarity like I wanted to in my old place.My roommate himself is pretty great, too. For the most part. I mean, I’d have to be out of my mind to not appreciate the eye candy every morning at breakfast. And he’s been respectful, sleeping on the couch so I can have the bed.I don’t know why, to be honest. The penthouse is plenty big and I’m pretty sure there’s another room he could have put me in. But the one time I tried to ask him about it, Pasha just said that it made more sense to give me the biggest room with an adjoined bathroom so I could get to what I need faster.He’s been so ni