All Chapters of Married to my Ex's Billionaire Father: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I stared at the resolution.REMOVE DAMON ALEXANDER BENNETT AS CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICER.My first decision as controlling shareholder.Wonderful.I had owned a multibillion-dollar company for less time than I had been married, and people already expected me to fire my husband.I looked at Damon.He sat beside me as though we were discussing lunch.“You knew about this?”“No.”“You don’t look surprised.”“I’ve met this board before.”Arthur cleared his throat.“Mrs. Bennett, the matter requires immediate attention.”I turned toward him.“Why?”A few board members exchanged glances.Arthur frowned.“Excuse me?”“Why does Damon need to be removed?”“The transfer of controlling interest creates instability.”“That explains the meeting. Not the motion.”Silence.Interesting.I leaned back.“Someone filed this resolution. I assume they had reasons.”Arthur glanced toward Ethan.There it was.I followed his gaze.“Ethan?”His jaw tightened.“I didn’t file it.”“Then why did Arthur look at you?

I made it halfway down the corridor before I stopped.What exactly was I doing?I had kissed Damon’s cheek.Teased him.Walked away.And enjoyed every second of his reaction.I smiled.Poor man.After years of secretly loving me, he had no idea what had hit him.I continued walking.Behind me, Damon Bennett stood inside his office, touching the place where my lips had landed.At least, that was what I pictured.The thought pleased me far too much.My phone rang.Dad.I answered.“Morning.”“You sound happy.”“I’m alive.”“That isn’t what I said.”I rolled my eyes.“I’m fine.”“How’s Damon?”“Also alive.”A pause.Then Dad laughed.“What?”“Nothing.”“Why does everyone keep saying nothing and then laughing?”“I’m glad you’re all right.”“I am.”“Did you sleep?”“Yes.”“Where?”I stopped walking.“That is an inappropriate question.”“Maya.”“Goodbye, Dad.”“Did you sleep in Damon’s room?”I disconnected.Immediately.My father had returned from the dead and chosen violence.I headed tow

I wore green.I hated myself for it.For twenty minutes, I stood in front of my closet arguing with a red dress.Red had been the plan.Red would prove Damon Bennett did not control my wardrobe.Then I remembered his voice.Wear green.Because it looks beautiful on you.And somehow, like a woman with no principles whatsoever, I ended up wearing a dark green dress.I stared at myself in the mirror.“This means nothing.”The woman in the mirror looked unconvinced.“It was the better dress.”Still unconvinced.“I am not dressing for Damon.”A knock sounded.“Mrs. Bennett?”I sighed.“Yes?”“Mr. Bennett is waiting downstairs.”Of course he was.I grabbed my bag.Damon stood near the staircase when I came down.Black suit.White shirt.No tie.One hand in his pocket.Then he saw me.And stopped.Good.His eyes travelled over the dress.Slowly.His expression changed.For one satisfying moment, Damon Bennett forgot whatever clever game he had started playing.I smiled.“Problem?”His eyes r

I woke alone.For one terrifying second, I thought something had happened.Then I smelled coffee.I sat up.Damon’s side of the bed was empty, but a tray sat on the nightstand.Coffee.Toast.Eggs.Fresh fruit.And a small folded card.I picked it up.Eat before coffee.D.I smiled.Then frowned.Bossy man.I reached for the coffee first.Under the cup was another note.I knew you would try.I laughed.“Insufferable.”The bedroom door opened.Damon walked in wearing a dark suit.His gaze immediately dropped to the coffee in my hand.“I gave you one instruction.”“I ignored it.”“I anticipated that.”“So why bother?”“Hope.”I took another sip.“Keep hoping.”He walked toward the bed.“Morning.”“Morning.”Something felt different.Last night had stripped away one of the walls between us.He knew.I knew he knew.There was no point pretending I had never been attracted to him.Strangely, the knowledge made everything easier.“Sleep well?” he asked.“Yes.”“You stole the blankets.”“I d

The next few days changed us.There was no announcement.No dramatic moment.We simply stopped pretending distance was necessary.I started reaching for Damon without thinking.His hand.His arm.His shoulder.He started kissing my forehead before meetings.My temple in elevators.My cheek while I made coffee.Sometimes my mouth when nobody was watching.Sometimes when everyone was.And every kiss became harder to end.One evening, we came home late after dinner with Dad.Damon loosened his tie as we walked upstairs.I watched.He caught me.“What?”“Nothing.”His mouth curved.I laughed.“Don’t start.”“I said nothing.”We entered the bedroom.I removed my earrings.Damon stood behind me in the mirror.For a moment, neither of us spoke.Then he approached.His hands settled gently at my waist.“Good day?”“Yes.”“Good dinner?”“Yes.”“Good husband?”I smiled.“Acceptable.”“Cruel woman.”I turned in his arms.His expression softened.I loved this face.I had stopped fighting the thou