The Billionaire's Unexpected Wife

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ebody had sealed them with superglue while I’d been sleeping. As soon as the light from the win

er. I stretched my mind back over the night before and tried to put the pieces together, but the last thing I remembered was leading that woman out

even hella-drunk me would have figured out I should kick out my hookup at the end of our night together. There was nothing worse than ha

party last night, her dress cast aside on the floor next to her along with her shoes and panties.

le of bottles of champagne cast around the room, empty. The door out to the balcony was thrown open, and I could see a pair of shoes and my suit p

il, if I was being honest, because I didn’t look my best. My hair was a mess, my face was crumpled from the pillow, and I ha

etails. I traced my fingers over the pink marks on my skin, cocking an eyebrow as I imagined her putting them there, and th

with that on. Hell, I didn’t remember doing anything that would have landed me a ring like this one. Sometimes, fancy galas like the one we’d both

out from under my skin and get home. Any other day and I would have taken off already. But when I went back into the bedroom and saw that she had tossed the covers back in her sleep, flipping over on to her front and drawing a line down from the top o

it the night before. If she had, I’d liked it so much, I had decided to grab one for myself as well. The silver shone in the morning sunlight, glim

the night before was best left in the past. But I had to know. The curiosity was killing me. I laid a ha

, but nothing came to mind. In my head, she had just been assi

elf. Her hand moved, and the ring caught the light again. Panic moved through my

re whether it was memories or imaginings of it that flashed through my brain as I saw her outline squirm b

inally, she peeled open her eyes and looke

and then instantly letting herself sink back down again as t

lling the pillow up behind her so