All Chapters of Secrets From My Billionaire Ex: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I ROLL OFF TK, MY CURLS FANNING ACROSS MY PILLOW AND MY down as I try to catch my breath.Seeing as TK is injured, I took it upon myself to do most of the work tonight.“Jesus, Sparks,” TK says, also out of breath, even though he just got to lie back and enjoy the ride. “That was fucking incredible.”“Glad you liked it.”“No, I loved it,” he corrects me. “From now on, after every game, I’m gonna need you riding me.”My insides and my thighs clench at his words. So much so, I almost climb right back on top of him.“Fuck,” TK groans, and rolls on top of me. He pushes his hips down and I bite my lip so I don’t moan as I feel him harden against me. “You can’t look at me like that and not expect me to need to bury myself inside of you again.”I don’t fight the moan this time.TK stopped fighting with me about turning off the lights, so even though the only light in the room is from the streetlights filtering in through my curtains, I still see his eyes darken.“You’re gonna kill me.” He dr

“WHOEVER THE FUCK IS DOING THIS KNOWS WHO YOU ARE.” TK Tof his root beer—which, to be fair, I’d also be angry drinking, because root beer is gross—and glares at everyone in the general vicinity of his barstool. As if all the poor customers at HERS had pitched in for the flowers.I throw the towel I was using to wipe off the bar in a bucket and plant both of my fists on my hips. I’ve tried to be nice, to let him have his feelings, but he’s driving me crazy.I usually love when TK is off on Tuesdays, but he disappeared into the alley yesterday after I told him about the flowers. When he came back, he glued himself to me and he’s been driving me crazy since.“They know me? You think?” I don’t bother hiding the sarcasm in my tone and TK’s eyes narrow even further. “Did them having my address and name give you that idea?”He ignores me and keeps talking. “We don’t have the alley monitored, they must have known.”“Or the alley’s already creepy, and adding burned football paraphernalia only

“YOU LOOK GORGEOUS,” TK WHISPERS IN MY EAR JUST BEFORE Wdining room in the basement of Beatrice & Woodsley, a restaurant I’d never even heard of before Vonnie texted me that we had reservations at eight.“Thank you.” My red-painted lips tip upward as I bask in his compliment.I don’t tell him I better look good, considering Brynn and Sadie invaded my house throwing dresses on me and yanking them off until they decided on the tight black dress with a high neckline and a higher slit, and shoved me in the highest heels I have. Then they pushed me into my bathroom and painted my face like they were Leonardo da Vinci and I was their muse in desperate need of work.He links our fingers together and guides me into the room echoing with laughter and the sound of one or more bottles popping.“Sienna!” Vonnie cries when she sees us walk in. “Girl, you look hot!” “Yeah, you do,” Charli agrees, wrapping me in a quick hug.“So do you!” And I’m not saying it just to say it.They look freaking amaz

A SMALL SILVER LINING IS THAT MRS. DUNCAN IS A HUGE MUSTA phone doesn’t even finish one full ring before she picks up.“I’ll meet you at your house,” she answers without a hello. “Tell AceI’m bringing peach cobbler.”“Thank you.” I let out the deep breath I’ve been holding.Just like last time, the Mustangs trainers called me to give me an update on TK and tell me to come see him.But unlike last time, he’s not in the training room. Instead, he’s being transferred to Saint Joseph Hospital, where he’ll be under observation overnight.“Mrs. D says she’s bringing you cobbler.” I look at Ace in my rearview mirror. “And I’m sure she won’t mind if you invite Jayden over.” “Jayden’s at the game,” he says to the window.Crap.I know he wants to see TK, but I also know the last time we were at Saint Joseph, we were saying our final good-byes to Maya. Seeing his dad in the same place will be too much. I suspect he knows it, too, which is why he didn’t fight me when I said I was going to drop h

BEFORE VONNIE TOOK ACE TO HER HOUSE, SHE ENTERED TK’S ADnavigation app on my phone. Driving across town was the last resort. I was positive TK would answer his phone eventually.But like always, I was wrong.Now, parked on the street in front of his mansion—literal mansion—I don’t know if I’m grateful he moved to my tiny bungalow or pissed he didn’t push harder for me to come here. I’m pretty sure the landscaping alone costs more than a car.I take a deep breath and turn onto his driveway, which loops around a fountain right on the verge of gaudy. I park in front of his door . . . well, doors. Two glass doors framed in wood that form an arch with an exquisite iron design decorating them. It’s all so un-TK-like I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t still raging.I push the doorbell, which I know sends a notification to his phone and is recording me, and wait.Then I ring it again.Lights are on throughout the house and his Range Rover is parked uselessly in front of his garage, so I know he’