My Secretly Smitten Husband

"I am going to whip your ass Lisa!" Kayden shouts, nudging me with his arm. His fingers are punching hard and fast on the buttons of his PS console, trying to knock me out of the game.

I scoff. "We will see about that."

My fingers move faster on my buttons, playing hard not to be defeated by Kayden. I am never one to back down from a challenge, and Kayden knows this, hence the reason why he is still nudging me with his arm and trying to distract me. His cologne is not helping matters, and I curse myself for even thinking about how sexy his cologne smells.

"Boom!" Kayden shouts, throwing his console to the rug and jumping up to his feet. It is just a split second, but I feel my heart stop when 'GAME OVER' shows on the screen, broadcasting my defeat.

Oh fuck me! Not again! Why can't I just get my shit together whenever I am around Kayden?!

Kayden sticks out his tongue at me, whining his muscled waist in that sexy way that just reminds me of a fucking hot stripper. Gosh! The V-line of his torso is so perfectly curved and thick and so prominent, and with the way it just disappears into his shorts. . . . . . .

"Hey Lisa. You owe me a wish." His voice drags me back to reality. When he sits back down on the sofa, his skin grazes mine. I swallow, my hand trying to rub off the goosebumps now pricking my skin.

I clear my throat a bit. "Yeah. I remember that. You don't have to rub it all over my face. Just spit it out already."

"Well. . . . . ." he slurs, his deep sexy voice not helping the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"Kayden! Just say the damn wish!"

"Calm down Lisa. I am just trying to make it memorable." He smirks.

Oh Gosh! Even the way his eyebrows arch when he smirks is so fucking hot. I bite down on my lower lip, trying hard not to rake down my eyes all over his naked torso. I know my name is inked on the right side of his thick muscled stomach. His name is on mine too. We got that as our friendship tattoo the day we graduated college.

He is telling me to calm down, but if he is aware of the wicked things that his voice and his body is doing to mine, then I am so sure he will shut the hell up.

"Here it goes," he clears his throat, trying to sound serious.

He clears his throat again, and I sigh.

I know what is coming.

He spurts out a laugh.

And then another, until it becomes a continuous trail of hefty laughter that echoes off the walls of the entire luscious living room.

I bend my head and cover my face with my palms, wondering how I ended up with this guy. He may be Kayden Jacobs, the wealthiest and sexiest billionaire in this city, but I doubt if anyone will believe their eyes right now if they get to see how he is behaving right this moment.

Kayden is the only person I know who clears his throat twice before he laughs. He is the only wealthy billionaire I know that sticks out his tongue like a three-year old whenever he wins a game, especially if the game is Call of Duty.

"Kayden, if you continue laughing again, I swear to God-"

"Happy birthday Lisa."

He cuts me off, his hand appearing from his back to reveal an open red box. The glittering diamond necklace in the open box stuns my voice. My mouth is open, but I can't say anything. Just when I thought he was kidding around, he strikes again, playing me another card to mess with my head.

"Say something Lisa, or I will start to think that my bestfriend is already a dumb lawyer."