All Chapters of The billionaire’s dirty deal: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jamie grabs four glasses from the kitchen cabinet while Hanna squeezes lemons into a jug.Grayson leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching me.“What?” I ask.“You’re smiling.”“I can’t smile now?”“You only smile like that when you’re thinking too much.”Jamie slides a glass toward me. “He’s right. That’s your overthinking face.”“I do not have an overthinking face.”“You do,” Hanna says softly.Grayson steps closer. “What’s going on in that head?”I take a sip of lemonade. “Nothing dramatic.”“That’s a lie,” he says calmly.Jamie looks between us. “Should we leave?”“No,” I say quickly. “It’s fine.”Grayson studies me for another second, then nods. “Okay.”Jamie clears his throat. “So about the fundraiser. The shelter is bringing like… fifteen dogs and ten cats.”“Ten cats?” I grin. “He’s definitely holding a cat.”Grayson points at me. “I am not.”“You have strong ‘secret cat lover’ energy.”“I don’t.”“You do,” Jamie says.Hanna nods. “You look like you’d name it something

Jamie orders three large pizzas like he’s feeding an army.“You know there’s four of us, right?” I ask.“And leftovers exist,” he replies.Grayson takes his wallet out. “I’ve got it.”Jamie smirks. “Of course you do.”“Don’t start,” Grayson warns.“I’m just saying. Billionaire perks.”Grayson throws him a look. “I stepped down, remember?”“You’re still rich,” Jamie says casually.I laugh. “He fixes scrap cars now. Very humble.”Grayson points at me. “You liked the car.”“I did. It’s cute.”“It’s not cute. It’s classic.”Jamie shakes his head. “You two argue like an old married couple.”“We are married,” I remind him.“Exactly.”The doorbell rings.Jamie jumps up. “Food!”He practically runs to the door.Grayson watches him go. “He eats like he’s still growing.”“He is,” I say.Jamie comes back balancing pizza boxes. “Smells amazing.”We spread everything on the coffee table.Hanna texts Jamie and he reads it out loud. “She says tell Leo good luck with the puppies.”Grayson groans. “Th

We get back home, the sun now lower, painting the house in a soft orange glow. Jamie is still buzzing from the puppy encounter, practically bouncing as he talks about names, toys, and where he’d put a dog bed.“I vote for Sir Barksalot,” he says, grinning.“Absolutely not,” Grayson groans, though his lips twitch at the corner like he’s already imagining it.“Sir Barksalot Knight?” I laugh. “Sounds regal.”Jamie gasps. “Exactly! A proper knight for our house!”Grayson shakes his head, pretending to be annoyed. “I can’t believe I married into this chaos.”“You love it,” I tease, nudging his arm.“I tolerate it,” he murmurs, though the corners of his eyes crinkle.Jamie suddenly turns serious. “Wait… if we adopt, can the puppy be our first family thing?”I glance at Grayson. “That’s… kind of a good idea.”Grayson crouches slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “You’re thinking about the puppy as practice for a real kid.”Jamie nods vigorously. “Exactly! I can be the best big brother

The ride home is quiet at first. Jamie sits in the back, headphones on, pretending not to notice us holding hands up front. Grayson and I exchange a glance, fingers still intertwined on the center console.“So…” I start, breaking the silence. “You really did that. You connected with him.”Grayson smirks, eyes on the road. “I didn’t just connect. He liked me.”I laugh softly. “Of course he did. You’re irresistible.”Grayson glances at me. “You think I’m smooth?”“Extremely smooth,” I tease.He scoffs, pretending to be annoyed. “I’m going to start charging you for compliments.”I grin. “Worth every penny.”Jamie groans from the back. “You two are so gross.”“Gross?” Grayson laughs. “Buddy, this is called love.”Jamie rolls his eyes dramatically. “Still gross.”Back home, we’re greeted by the empty quiet of the house. The sun is dipping lower, the evening settling in.Grayson drops his bag by the door. “We survived the first official visit.”I nod, stretching. “And I think we did pretty

The call comes on a Tuesday morning.I’m in the kitchen, still half asleep, pouring cereal into a bowl when Grayson’s phone rings on the counter. He’s upstairs in the shower, so I glance at the screen.Melissa – Adoption AgencyMy heart jumps.“Grayson!” I shout.He appears seconds later, hair damp, shirt half-buttoned. “What’s wrong?”I point at the phone. “It’s Melissa.”His expression shifts instantly from calm to alert. He grabs the phone, hesitates for a split second, then answers.“Hello?”I watch his face carefully.“Yes… yes, this is Grayson Knight… Okay… I see… Thursday?” He pauses, glancing at me. “Yes. That works.”Another pause.“Yes. We’ll be ready.”He hangs up slowly.I step closer. “What happened?”He exhales. “Home study.”My stomach flips. “Already?”He nods. “She’s coming Thursday. She wants to see the house. Meet all of us. Ask questions.”Jamie suddenly appears behind us like he’s been summoned by pure curiosity. “Ask questions about what?”Grayson turns to him. “