All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’S PLAY THING: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ethan’s POVMorning sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. The warmth touched my skin and pulled me slowly from sleep. The dinner. The laughter. The way our closest friends and family had gathered around us, their smiles genuine, their excitement unrestrained. There had been no sense of duty or pretense, only love.It had been perfect.My chest swelled so suddenly it almost hurt. This man, this incredible, complicated man, had done all of it for me.When I had walked into that dinner, I thought it was a simple homecoming celebration, just a chance to see everyone again. None of it had been random.He had been planning it for weeks, all those late nights and hushed phone calls, all the times he had disappeared into his office without explanation. It had not been a grand public gesture or a performance for others. It had been an act of love. A promise.It had been a celebration of us.I smiled into the morning light, feeling foolish for not realizing it

Ethan’s POVLight crept into the room. My body ached from making love with the man beside me. He had his arm around my waist, his chest pressed against my back. His breathing was calm and slow, his chest moving and falling in a slow and steady manner . I leaned there for a moment, listening to him, feeling the warmth of his skin on mine. His scent remained on the sheets, and on me, that warm mix of spice and something else, something darker, that was all him. My heart swelled as I rolled partly toward him, needing to catch a glimpse of his face.His eyes flew open in an instant, as if he had been waiting for me to wake with held breath. His eyes were heavy and had a droll on his face."Good morning," he breathed softly, his voice rough and husky with sleep."Morning," I spoke softly, my throat dry.He touched my jawline, the touch painfully gentle. I swallowed quickly, hat creeping up my neck.There was something I needed to tell him, something we both needed."Dominic," I whispere

Dominic’s POVHe stood at the foot of the bed, his chest heaving,his beautiful face twisted in rage and hurt. I got up from the bed, my pulse kicking into overdrive, my hands sweating. “Ethan,” I said, my voice low, pleading. “Listen to me…..”“No.” His voice cracked like a whip, slicing through mine. “You don’t get to explain this away, Dominic. “From the beginning, you’ve been luring to me. Was any of this ever real? I asked you if there was any other thing and you said no, you lied to my face”I pushed up to my feet, my body tense, ready to move toward him, to grab him and make him hear me. “It wasn’t like that,” I ground out. “Yes, I orchestrated our first meeting, but Ethan, everything after that was real. I love you Ethan”“Everything after that was built on a lie!” he shouted, his voice trembling. His hands were shaking as he pointed finger at me. “You manipulated me. You made me think like everything was fair, like we just… found each other. God, Dominic, do you have any ide

Ethan’s POVI couldn’t sit still as my hand gripped the arm of the chair so tightly my knuckles ached. The room was too quiet, I could practically hear my heartbeat as it thundered in my ears, pounding so hard it felt like the walls were closing in on me, like they were trying to crush me into nothing.He was alive and that was enough for me.The accident wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined when the hospital called. When I’d walked into that hospital room and saw him lying there, bruised and pale but breathing, a wild rush of relief had knocked the air from my lungs.I hadn’t cared about the fight we’d had before. I hadn’t cared about the lies or the broken pieces of our relationship, none of it had mattered.I should have left right then. The moment they said he was going to be okay, I should’ve turned around and walked out before the walls started closing in again. But my feet wouldn’t move. My chest burned with something sharp and heavy, like grief and longing tangled into one unbearab

Ethan’s POV“Your family?” he repeated“Yes,” I said, my hands twisting together in my lap. I was sitting at the edge of our bed, trying to seem casual, but my heart was pounding in my chest. “Well, technically, just my aunt. She’s been asking about you for months, Dom. And after everything, I think it’s time she met you.”He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he stared down at his hands, his thumb absently rubbing the edge of the watch on his wrist.I reached for his hand. “This is about her seeing the man I love.”His eyes snapped up to mine at that, sharp and almost disbelieving. There was always that shadow in his gaze whenever I said the word love, like part of him still couldn’t quite believe I meant it.“What if I… screw it up?” he muttered, almost too quietly to hear. “I’ve never been good at… families.”I squeezed his hand tighter. “You don’t have to be perfect, Dom. You just have to be there. For me.”For a long moment, he just stared at me. Then, finally, he nodded. “Fine