Semua Bab Revenge On My Ex, Accidentally In Bed With A Billionaire : Bab 71 - Bab 80

DAPHNEI don’t know what sort of “business” Pasha does in the middle of the night. I’m not sure I want to know.What I do know is that, whatever it is, it compels him to come home and sit on the bed next to me for a while. He never says anything. Never touches me. He just sits there, assumes I’m sleeping, and stares off into the dark.Last night was one of those nights. He sat down next to me, sighed, and gazed at the wall for a while. I didn’t say anything, too afraid to break whatever spell had him bewitched. Then he got up, went into the bathroom, and took a shower before heading off to sleep on the couch.This morning, he insisted on taking me to work himself. No special occasion, and my guards were perfectly capable of doing it themselves. But Pasha calmly stated this was happening, ushered me into the car an hour earlier than I usually leave, and took us to the drive-thru for a vitamin smoothie and pastry.He seemed on edge. I asked him about it, but he just forced a smile and

PASHA “I thought you’d be at lunch with Daphne and Mama.” Sofi makes sure the door to my office is locked before she settles into the chair facing my desk. “We already had lunch. Mama is taking her shopping for baby clothes and more toys.” I frown. “Daphne has work today. Why isn’t she going back to work?” The way my sister drums her fingers on the arm of the chair sets me on edge. Whatever update she’s sitting on, it’s not good. “You’re not gonna like it,” she confirms. “Just fucking tell me.” “Ewing stopped by the gallery.” She was right: I do not like it. “And?” “And you don’t need to freak out; I already took care of it. I just thought you should know because Daph seemed a little pale during lunch, and the last thing she needs right now is for you to go all silverback gorilla on her?—” “Tell me what happened.” Sofi sighs. “He assaulted her. In the showroom.” My chair tumbles to the floor. I think I throw my desk to the side, or at least I try to, because i

DAPHNE“Do me a favor, Daph… Warn me next time? Before you go and tell me what might be the hottest sex story ever?” Hazel shakes her head and fans herself. “It’s been a while for me, y’know.” Then she flashes a grin and straightens up. “But really, in all seriousness. I’m so happy for you.”“Thanks.” I feel a squiggly, giggly warmth spread through my chest. “I’m happy, too.”Pasha drove me to work again this morning. He was very obviously looking for Conrad, or any other signs of trouble, but the fact that his hand kept caressing my thigh had me purring the whole time. He could be looking for nuclear warheads for all I care.He wants me. For me.I’m his woman.I’m on Cloud Nine. And I’m his woman.Another little gesture neither of us spoke about but I definitely mentioned to Hazel: Pasha didn’t wear a tie this morning. He’s actually stopped wearing ties as often as he used to, but this morning he left the top two buttons or so undone and his shirt pulled open.Just enough to see the

PASHAIntel updates this morning did not bring me good news.What they did bring me is straight to Brennan’s office.More specifically, to his assistant’s desk, where the events calendar is open on the computer.“Um, can I help you?” Fitz glares at me from across the room, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. He closes the distance with impressive speed, shouldering me away from his abandoned post. “Do you have an appointment?”“That’s what I was trying to figure out.”Brennan’s assistant sniffs derisively. He knows as well as I do that my name is nowhere to be found on the senator’s calendar. “I’m sorry; you’ll just have to wait for Senator Brennan to contact you.”“Or…” I pull a hundred-dollar bill from my pocket and slide it across the desk. “You can help me find him.”Fitz looks at the money, then back to me. “As I said, you need to wait for the senator to reach out to you.”I’m partially irritated, partially impressed. This might be an expensive bribe, and that’s saying somethin

DAPHNEI’m in nothing but my bra and panties when Pasha waltzes into the bedroom an hour later.“Excuse you!” I gasp, automatically trying to cover myself.He sighs at me. “Did you just forget all about the baby growing inside you? The one I put there?”“There’s still a door to knock on!”“That would ruin the surprise.” He sets the box he’s holding on the bed and pulls the lid off. “See? Surprise.”My eyes feel like they’re about to pop out of my head. “Surprise” is one way to word it.Stunning is another.Pasha lifts the gown by the beaded shoulder straps and draws it out of the box. The straps and bust are completely beaded over a backdrop of taupe satin, a deep V-neck that ends at an empire waist. The rest of the gown is a cloud of chiffon silk. Beneath the dress, still in the box, is a pair of matching beaded flats.With memory foam padding for my aching feet.Bless this man.“Here,” Pasha says, holding the dress low for me to step into.“I can manage myself, you know. Been gettin