All Chapters of Touch My Heart, Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Andy’s POVThe shopping bags in my hand weighed down heavily even though they only contained three simple gifts. Today is my third anniversary. To be honest, I never imagined I would find a boyfriend. Or even celebrate three love filled years with him. My condition made it near impossible to function as a human being. But my Liam was a miracle. We met three years ago at a bakery after I’d accidentally dumped my cake and matcha on him. I remember that day like yesterday, I remember how spell bound I was held by his good looks. And even more by how graceful he’d handled his pristine shirt stained with matcha and whipping cream. Since then, it’s been bliss. I walked up the stairs to my apartment, a bright smile on my face as I imagined how tonight was going to go. Spectacularly, of course. I’m not letting anything ruin tonight. Not even the fact that I lost my job. Yeah yeah, not like it paid well anyway. My phone dinged with a message the moment I stepped into the warmth of my ap

Andy’s POVA scream burst out of me as my body lurched forward. Before I could fall in, a strong grip circled around my upper arm and held me. My eyes widened and I turned to see my savior. Oh my goodness he’s hot! The first thing I noticed was his eyes. They were dark, I couldn’t tell the color yet but the way he looked at me was so intense. Like he was picking apart my face and inspecting my skull. He held me, right over the edge of the rail, effortlessly like I weighed nothing. “H-hi mister,” I tried, smiling too widely, my body trembling from all the alcohol in my system. “Can you um…maybe pull me up? I’m kinda dangling over here.”The handsome stranger turned his head to the side, glancing at where I was flailing helplessly over the railing. “And why would I do that?” He asked. “Because I could fall?!”“Didn’t you want to jump in the first place?”Ah. An asshole. I sucked my teeth. “That was a mistake. I was only…I was only admiring the fish.”He cocked a perfectly groome

Andy’s POVHe wants me. I’m not imagining things. This man wants me. In every sense of the word. Will he still want me if he knows the truth?That question slammed into me like a ton of bricks. I pulled my hand back and turned my head away. His hand hung in the space between us before his fist clenched and he pulled back. “You should rest,” he said, his voice flat. A stark contrast to how hoarse and tensed he’d sounded mere seconds ago. “I’ll have the chef prepare something for you. The cruise stops at Bermuda today, we’ll go shopping. Then—“I turned to him, my eyes burning with tears. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that right?”“Andy, I believe we can communicate without you cursing me every two seconds.”I rose to my feet, glaring him down even though he was two solid heads taller than me. “You spun on me out of nowhere, asked me to marry you, and now you’re giving me all this shit about how you know everyone on your ship when you haven’t even…I don’t even know your fucking