My Accidental Billionaire husband

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ause all I wanted was to get laid. I could still feel the ache betwe

sorts of things; I doubt I even remember my name at this point. He sent me launching onto a bed. His finger ran along

couldn't wait to get you here so I could taste you from the chopper. I w

unlight and a splitting headache. I

ched. I was naked under the sheets, tangled in them like I'd been tossed there, a

ace went with the body that had touched mine, claimed mine. I sat up too fast, and

d swollen. The ache in my thighs

ing with every movement. My heels were on their sides by the door. I hobbled toward them like I was le

ll happened

I remembered heading to the bar to celebrate. I ordered o

hit the erase button on my memory. There was laughter, I think. Mayb

this stranger. Just

and didn't look back. I didn't want to wake him. I didn't

ay my legs trembled with every step, found my car,

stripped the dress off again, went straight into the bathroom, and tu

omeone else's body had touched hardly every inch o

my face, something cold clicked against my cheek. I froze and l

earing

venir shop. This thing sparkled. It shone. It looke

fuck?" I

led as I turned the ring around, trying to figure out if it was real. It looked expensive. T

y guy. But I remembered I don't remember anything; there was no trail to follow, no

n the lobby... I would

pered again, gri

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