Semua Bab Revenge On My Ex, Accidentally In Bed With A Billionaire : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The sound of surprise that wheezes from me is probably the worst giveaway. I clear my throat, smooth out my hair, and turn to smile at him. “Hiii…”Pasha looks at me from the bathroom doorway, brow furrowed deep. “I thought you left.”He probably doesn’t mean it as accusatory as it sounds. Unless…Double shit. Does he know? That I know? That I… saw?“Car broke down,” I try to explain with an easy, breezy laugh. “I mean, it won’t start, so at least it’s still in the garage. My ride is here, so I should?—”“Hold on.”“But…”I’m suddenly at a loss for words. The sight of his muscles—and whooo boi is he ripped—rippling while still glistening from the shower makes my mouth literally water. And when he moves to his dresser, his back facing me, the towel around his waist drops to the floor.I look away.At least, I try to.Maybe it takes me a few seconds to realize I’m staring.Maybe it takes me a few seconds to wonder why the hell we’re not currently horizontal and moaning.Because it was a

“My car?—”“On top of several other instances of prioritizing whatever it is you feel takes precedence over this gallery and our clients.” He shoves his hand back into his pocket. It’s clear he’s trying to be calm about this, but he’s pissed. “I like you, Daph. Todd and I both like you. You’ve done solid work since you came here and our clients—well, most of them—have been very happy with you. So please understand our immense disappointment when we see that your priorities are not with the gallery anymore.”I rub the bridge of my nose. I feel a headache coming on, and whether it’s from the pregnancy or all this stress, it’s gonna be a doozy. “It’s not that at all, Todd. I’ve just had some emergencies come up at home that I need to take care of. Like my water pipes exploding,” I add. It was true for as long as I thought it was true, right?“Be that as it may, we’re running behind and we have new clients vying for our attention. You’ll be working through the lunch hour to make up for th

PASHA“Meeting went well?”“The meeting went perfectly. We approve.”I squint as the gun range pulleys bring the target papers close, each dotted with bullet marks. I need to know who’s the best shot and who needs more training before putting them anywhere near my family.“Approve wholeheartedly, really. I definitely see the appeal.” She nudges me as we walk over to one of our top vors who chose today for his firearms testing. “And I can totally see why you’ve become such a bear since she started living with you. Mak said you’re still on the couch? You should be?—”“Valerii, my man!” I cut my nosy sister off with a less-than-formal greeting to one of my inherited vors. He served my father, but shed no tears when the man died. Now, he’s someone I trust with my life, which is pretty fucking rare for me. “How’s the new model treating you?”Valerii hefts the automatic in his hands. “Call me old-fashioned, but I like a little more weight than this. Too light, too easy to whip up at the wor

DAPHNEThe call comes in while I’m halfway through chopping vegetables and I nearly chop a finger off instead. Cursing up a storm, I rinse my hands in the sink and answer it on the tablet.I half-expect it to be Pasha checking in, but I’m happily surprised to see that it is, in fact, my beloved sister. “Mel! Oh my gosh, hi!”“So you are alive!” Melanie exclaims. “For a moment here, I thought you were dead. Since you’ve missed our last. Eight. Calls.”I wince at the camera as I set the tablet up on its stand. “Sorry. Been distracted.”“No shit! Mom hasn’t shut up about it since she found out. And here I am thinking, ‘Hey, Daph’s obviously gonna call me and give me all the details.’ But nooooo…”My sister has every right to give me shit. We’ve maintained a consistent FaceTime schedule every week for the past eight years, and I can’t remember if we’ve ever skipped a single one. So for me to completely forget for as long as I have? No bueno.“I swear, I really was going to call!”Melanie

“I’m not gonna!” she calls back to him with a laugh. “Anyway, point is, I’m actually pretty fucking elated you’re with him. It’s so… so… so poetic!”“Well, I mean, we’re not ‘together’ together?—”“Nah, you’re just having a baby together. Immaculate conception, right?” Mel sticks her tongue out at me as I do her, and giggles. “Really, I am living for the drama that must be unfolding at the Hamish estate. And what does Pasha think about all this Shakespearean madness?”I busy myself with the noodles and use it as an excuse not to answer right away. “I, um… I don’t think he knows. Our connection, I mean. That you’re my sister.”“Oh.” Mel blinks in confusion. “Really?”“I may have changed my last name and just… not told him about it?”Mel snorts. “I don’t blame you. On the name change, I mean. But really, you should tell him sooner rather than later. You don’t want that mess to blow up with a baby in the mix.”“I will. Soon.” I sigh. “Maybe.”“Well, if you do and it doesn’t go well, you